Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"..."

Without any intention of explaining in detail, Kotomine Kirei simply ended the conversation. This was a departure from his usual style, and Assassin felt puzzled.

“…It doesn’t matter.”

Turning his gaze away from Waver's vital points, the assassin put away the gun in his hand.

Since the Master has an idea, he will go along with it. Anyway, it's rare that he didn't receive any mission assignments in the lower world this time, so he will just take it as a short rest. Besides, he actually hates taking other people's lives if it's not necessary.

But maybe it was because he came too quickly, but after waiting for a few minutes, no next servant appeared, which made Assassin's consciousness gradually disperse.

He couldn't help but think of the person who attacked him the first time last night. That little girl was branded in his heart like a nightmare, and he would think of her over and over again whenever he had free time.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I care so much about someone I've only met once?"

Assassin clutched his chest, where a complex mix of emotions continued to well up: bitterness, hesitation, regret, concern...

The dead spiritual world came alive after that glance, and even he himself was at a loss.

But even if he restrained himself from thinking about it, that cute face would still stubbornly appear in his mind after a few minutes.

"She has beautiful silver hair. Her mother would have the same beautiful hair. But she participated in the Holy Grail War at such a young age. Her parents are definitely unfit."

"I really hope I don't see that little girl tonight. It's going to be chaos here soon and it's too dangerous for children."

I'm afraid no one could have imagined that a cold-blooded killer would be disturbed by a little girl who could be seen everywhere.

But soon, the sharp breath coming from the end of the road shattered his thoughts. The man who came like riding the wind made Assassin feel the pressure.

"With that momentum and speed, is that Lancer? That's troubling. His agility is probably A+ level like mine."

Assassin's eyes turned cold again, he moved his body and hid deeper.

Among all the Heroic Spirits who are good at hand-to-hand combat, he is more afraid of Lancer than Saber, and the reason is that the other party has extremely high agility.

While their agility was similar, and he had a slight advantage considering his Noble Phantasm, if they met head-on, he would be slain by the Lancer in a matter of seconds. Compared to the Lancer, who was always on the battlefield, his martial arts skills were so poor that he wouldn't even have a chance to maneuver.

So Assassin will temporarily withdraw from the banquet. He will silently watch the dance of these servants and masters.

On the dock, Rider Conqueror King's eyes lit up, he stood up from the ground with a nimble posture and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha, as expected, there are still heroes in this Holy Grail War. You are the first Servant who dares to attend the meeting. You are truly outstanding in courage!"

"Thank you, Myuu, for daring to extend an invitation to all the servants. I am not as brave as you. Please accept my respect."

The newcomer stopped running. Compared to the muscular Iskandar, his physique was more slender, but his angular and agile muscles showed his bravery. His broad hands had taken the lives of countless enemies.

The slightly curly black hair is combed upwards, revealing the man's handsome and extraordinary charm, eyes as passionate as lake water, straight nose bridge, and the curve of his smile, each of which is enough to make women fall in love.

If you add the magical teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, it becomes an attraction that is almost like a curse.

"No, no, this clear and unique fighting spirit, it seems that the Servant who was looking for an opponent at night on the first night was you. I was just imitating your actions. In fact, you are the hero."

Iskandar took a few steps forward, put on a friendly face, and extended his right hand.

"To my shame, even though I searched constantly that first night, no one responded to my desire to fight. I was quite disappointed at the time. I never expected that someone as broad-minded as you would be able to join this war. I'm truly relieved."

Seeing this, the visitor did not hesitate and decisively shook Iskandar's hand. The two smiled at each other, and they admired each other as heroes.

"I wonder if I could reveal your name. It's not your real name, of course, but a code name or something like that."

When he let go of his hand, Iskandar pointed to the chariot parked nearby, revealing his goodwill.

"My class is Rider. For now, I'll call you that. Once everyone is gathered, I'll reveal my true name."

"Great! By order of my master, I cannot state my name openly. I deeply regret this. Please just call me Lancer."

As if feeling ashamed that he couldn't be named equally, Lancer's proud aura was slightly reduced.

Iskandar saw all of this, and after instantly forming a general impression of Lancer and his Master in his mind, he patted Lancer's shoulder again in an encouraging manner.

"It's not a big deal. This little thing doesn't damage your character, Lancer. Come on, come sit down with me over there and have a chat."

"Ah? You're so excited tonight, aren't you just hoping for a thrilling duel?"

Blinking in confusion, Lancer had no place to vent his fighting spirit. Apparently, he was distracted by Rider's unexpected behavior, and his momentum dropped again.

This is exactly the Conqueror King's plan. He didn't come here tonight to fight. His real purpose is to screen out those who can cooperate or form an alliance.

"Luckily, the first Heroic Spirit is the perfect candidate. He's humble and polite, abiding by his principles, yet possesses both fighting spirit and courage. I must find a way to use him for my own benefit."

The rider gave Lancer a meaningful look and calmly sat down on the cushion. The Lancer opposite him also sat down properly.

Weber brought drinks and food to the two of them, for which Lancer politely thanked him.

After taking a sip of beer, the atmosphere between the two of them calmed down a lot, but seeing Rider enjoying potato chips leisurely, Lancer couldn't help but speak first.

"Rider, since you have no intention of fighting, then why did you call us here tonight? It shouldn't just be for entertainment."

"Of course not. I simply feel that being able to return to the world after death is truly a blessing, and being able to meet heroes from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign, is even more fortunate. Isn't this worth celebrating?"

As he said that, Rider picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, letting out a refreshing sigh of "Huh".

"I cherish this rare fate, so before I fight you to the death, I would like to have a conversation and get to know you."

After listening to this, Lancer was silent for a while. He picked up the wine glass and drank it in big gulps, thinking back to the happy times he had spent with everyone in the Knights Order.

"That's true. I'm ignorant of the ways of the world. I certainly want to fight, but a duel without understanding the other person's feelings is just a fight, without honor."

"Yeah, I think so too. It would be much more convenient if we could achieve our goals through words before we reach the inevitable end."

There seemed to be something else in the rider's words, but before Lancer could ask, a proud remark that made his hair stand on end echoed in their ears.

"Humph, that's utterly stupid."

The golden light gradually solidified, and a figure that all the servants feared appeared in full view of everyone, leaning against the lamppost casually yet majestically.

The rider narrowed his eyes and changed his posture without making a sound. The lancer instantly drew his spear and became extremely alert.

Caster Gilgamesh looked at Lancer with disdain, as if he was watching a monkey in a circus holding a rolling pin, full of ridicule.

"Human beings are creatures who cannot empathize with others unless they have personally experienced them. The effectiveness of words is only temporary; ultimately, they must be taken away through violence."

"Caster, are you also here to attend the king's banquet?"

The rider opened his arms in a welcoming manner, but his action only earned Gilgamesh's contempt.

"Ha, can such a shabby and shabby event be called a banquet? I thought it was just some childish play."

"You can't say that. As long as the king is willing to attend, even if there is only water, it will be a banquet of the highest standard."

With a wave of his hand, Rider placed a bottle of beer on an empty space with a "clang", and his purpose was self-evident.

"Since you also call yourself the king, this principle naturally needs no further explanation."

"Why do you call yourself that? There is no king other than me. You are just another bastard who imitated my back in the future."

"Caster, please take back your words!"

Unable to bear hearing Rider, with whom he was chatting happily, being insulted like this, Lancer gave him a warning look.

In response to this, Gilgamesh didn't even look happy at all, and golden ripples appeared behind him.

"Heh, if you want to die, I don't mind giving you a ride, bastard."

"..."

Lancer wordlessly grasped the red spear and pointed the tip at the arrogant king.

The scene became solemn and murderous. Rider on the side scratched his short hair in pain. He couldn't let Lancer and Caster fight now, otherwise all the plans would be messed up.

Just as he was about to stand up to stop it, the presence of another person broke the atmosphere of confrontation.

The evening breeze blew on my face. The winter wind, which should have been cold, was unusually hot. Tiny sparks flickered in the darkness, like the star of hell.

"Well, it seems I'm not too late."

An old, hoarse voice came with the hot wind. It was clearly human language, but everyone felt like they heard the roar of a lion.

"Is there such a thing?"

Caster raised an eyebrow, as if he saw an endangered species, and even forgot about Lancer's offense against him.

Rider and Lancer on the side couldn't help but look surprised.

I saw a huge humanoid beast slowly walking out of the darkness. There were grooves all over his body, and flashes of fire appeared from time to time.

Chapter 140 The Banquet of the Five Kings (4k)

The heroic spirits present stared at the newcomer, their faces filled with surprise and suspicion.

"Is a lion that can speak human language a half-human with magical beast blood, or does it carry a curse?"

This is the first reaction of the lancer who comes from the Celtic mythology system.

In their legends, the word curse is too famous. There are countless examples of people turning into monsters due to curses or breaking oaths. Even his own cause of death is related to this.

Geis.

The restrictions and oaths that Celtic warriors had to bear were the most secretive part of the mysterious system.

It is both a curse and a power, both a blessing and a compulsion. If you obey it, you will benefit; if you violate it, you will suffer. Only noble people can give it to others, and only warriors are not qualified to bear it.

The legend and fate of every world-famous hero are inseparable from geis.

For example, the famous Son of Light, Cuchulainn, has the following three most famous geis:

1. Because of his name, he never eats dog meat or goes near fire.

2. You cannot refuse food offered by people of lower status than yourself.

3. You cannot refuse the minstrel’s request.

On the last battlefield of his life, Maeve first disguised herself as a wanderer and offered him dog meat, forcing Cu Chulainn to break a geis, and then let a bard take away his magic spear, and finally threw his own spear to kill Cu Chulainn.

This shows that the coercive power of geis is extremely high in Celtic mythology, and it can be called an unsolvable curse.

Obviously, Lancer currently regards the unknown heroic spirit in front of him as a person bearing a curse.

However, Gilgamesh was dismissive of his opinion. As a king who had witnessed everything and returned, he saw things much more deeply than Lancer did.

"Sure enough, we shouldn't expect any subtle insights from a bastard. Although he's foolish, he has a resolute resolve to atone for his sins, which is quite remarkable. Are you insulting his resolve by calling it a curse?"

"Ah I……"

Lancer felt confused. Thinking back to what had just happened, he felt that Caster was targeting him.

'Where did I offend him?'

The upright man, like a knight, pondered the reason. Perhaps because Gilgamesh's strength was well known, Lancer subconsciously agreed with his words.

But this made the rider next to him frown.

"Not good. Lancer seems to be completely suppressed by Caster in terms of spirit. This is not good. He will need his full attention in the battle against Caster. In the battle of Heroic Spirits, a momentary slump is enough to affect the outcome."

"Hey, Lancer, don't get hung up on trivial matters at this time. Don't neglect your friend in front of you."

With a thought, Rider found the opportunity and decisively and loudly disrupted the atmosphere. He picked up the beer and saluted the approaching lion man.

"Friend, are you willing to declare your rank? I am the rider of this Holy Grail War. Anyone interested today can join the banquet and have a chat with me!"

"Of course not. Meeting someone who suits my taste is what I desire. It's strange that I appeared in this Holy Grail War as a Berserker, and ended up like this."

He stretched out his right hand, which had the claws of a lion but the flexibility of human fingers. He took the wine from Rider and drank it all in one gulp.

Then when he opened his mouth to speak again, steam rising from between his sharp teeth like a cloud of mist, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

"Well, not bad, it can suppress the burning sensation in my body a little bit."

Berserker's words livened up the scene again, and Rider rubbed his beard with a meaningful tone.

"Hoo~~ Now there are three kings present. What an unpredictable fate! It's a unique experience to be able to drink with kings from different eras."

As soon as these words came out, Berserker and Caster both revealed an elusive smile. The paths of kings collided, and they both had expectations for each other.

"..."

Lancer sat quietly. He was not a king, but a knight under the king. He always felt that he was born inferior to the king.

After laughing, Rider looked around and suddenly sighed with regret.

"But it seems that you are the only ones invited tonight. You have so much time but you still haven't shown up. The remaining Heroic Spirits have very little energy left."

"It's their loss that they can't participate in this meeting. Rider, you don't need to worry about it."