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

The berserker did not step onto the blanket, but sat down on the spot. His body shattered and burned like charcoal, and the air around him was distorted.

"Humph."

Caster Gilgamesh smiled inexplicably. Rider's mockery was so obvious that even a rat in the gutter wouldn't be fooled. But the other one—

"How dare you, fool, talk about the king's magnanimity behind his back? This alone deserves the death penalty!"

It was as if time had flown back, with the same aura as when Caster appeared. The king in golden armor stood high on the top of the street lamp, looking down at the people below.

"Wow, Caster, we look the same, but Archer is more arrogant than you."

The rider exaggeratedly made a gaze gesture with his hands and made faces to talk to C Shan.

"Hmph, after all, that was the heyday of this king, which I was very proud of. Even his temper was at its peak. Be careful, bastard. He is not easy to get along with."

With a cool smile, C Shan opened a new can of beer in his hand. He didn't seem to have any intention of speaking for himself. It was better to say that he even joined the group watching the show.

In response to this, Archer naturally retorted immediately.

"I'm not mistaken, old man. You've actually fallen to such a tasteless banquet. It's truly pitiful. Can you drink beggars' wine so happily?"

This remark was very devastating, and Rider immediately retorted, knocking on the wooden barrel beside him with his hand.

"Hey, the beer is delicious. If you're not satisfied, there's also wine here. It's all the most expensive and high-end goods from luxury stores."

"Hahahahahahahahaha, that's why bastards are bastards. Even their taste is so poor."

Archer leaped to the side of the crowd, looking at the cheap snacks and factory-made wine on the ground with disgust.

"Well, for the sake of this old man, I will let you frogs in the well see what a feast of the gods is."

As he spoke, the space behind Archer began to tremble, and what emerged was not the sea of Noble Phantasms that the Heroic Spirits feared, but a wide variety of delicacies that exuded an astonishing fragrance.

Desserts made from sweet fruits, rich meat, rich milk and honey, and the most eye-catching thing is the fragrant and mellow wine.

"As a king, you deserve to enjoy the finest delicacies. Only bastards would enjoy inferior dishes. Tonight, I, the king, will be generous and grant you the right to sit at the same table with me."

"Also, please throw away this garbage immediately and stop obstructing my sight."

As he spoke, he shot out his nameless sword, piercing through all the wine barrels that Rider had brought.

To this, Rider muttered, "I thought it tasted pretty good."

However, this regret only lasted for three seconds, because his nose had already smelled the sweet and pure aroma of wine.

"Hey, golden archer, give me some wine."

"Oh, you can indulge in my generosity and succumb to it. Know that my treasury contains the best, whether it's treasures or food. This is proof that I am superior to you bastards."

Throwing the cups and jugs out, Archer's pride was satisfied as he watched Rider excitedly fill up everyone present.

At this moment, no one had time to refute his outrageous words, and everyone was immersed in the aroma of wine.

"Puha! It's refreshing on the palate, with a simple aftertaste. The spiciness and smoothness blend perfectly into one. It's truly the king of wines."

After finishing his drink, Rider happily expressed his thoughts, which were echoed by Berserker.

"Well, just this one cup is enough to comfort my anxious heart and lungs. The name of the Wine of God is no exaggeration."

Lancer said nothing, but silently filled another cup.

Seeing everyone's praise, Archer Gilgamesh's expression relaxed a little, and he walked over leisurely and sat opposite C-Shan.

At this time, there were five Heroic Spirits gathered in this port area. Apart from the Assassin who had not been discovered, the only one missing was Saber.

Archer was somewhat dissatisfied with this. The sword shone so brilliantly last night, and he recognized its beauty. If Saber didn't dare to show up today, that brilliance would be diminished.

"Don't let me down, Saber."

He shook the wine in the glass with a cold expression.

After everyone drank for a while, Rider saw that the time was almost up, so he stood up, raised the wine that Archer shared with him in his right hand, and cheered.

"I'm hosting a banquet tonight. I'm truly grateful for everyone's willingness to come. I didn't expect so many heroes to be so willing to come. I'm truly moved."

At this point, Rider paused for a moment, tilted his head back to drink the wine, and then made a heroic announcement.

"My name is Iskandar, known to the world as the King of Conquerors. I am entering this Holy Grail War as a Rider. I wonder if any of you would be willing to discuss your ambitions with me and determine your destiny based on your strength. If so, I, the King of Conquerors, am willing to share the power of the Holy Grail with you!"

The thunderous sound echoed in the empty harbor. The content of the words was so beyond comprehension that everyone was silent for a moment.

“That idiot…!”

Waver's breath got stuck in his throat. He used all his strength to suppress his desire to roar, but his teeth were still clenched in anger.

"Although I told you that you can make your own decisions based on the specific circumstances, why did you reveal your real name?"

Not only Waver, but all the Masters who were spying on the banquet were also stunned.

Looking at the rider who was laughing with his fists raised to the sky, they all felt pity for Weber.

At the scene, the first person to react to the King of Conquerors' bold words was Berserker.

The lion's face made it difficult to tell his expression, but the tone of wonder was obvious.

"Hmm, it's Alexander II, the King of Conquerors, the founder of a great realm. Your great achievements still shine brightly in my lifetime... If I were any other spiritual being, I'd probably be in a state of panic, but even this me can't help but feel my blood boiling."

As if echoing the berserker's words, the flames on his body raged fiercely.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"Well, although I feel a little sorry for the Master who fought alongside me, I have to make an equal response in front of the great emperor and ancestor. Let me also sign up."

Flames burned in his vicious pupils, and his rough claws revealed his savagery.

This lion's appearance is not a curse, but a collection of the impressions of Berserker in the hearts of the people. It is also his essence, the emblem of the ever-changing heart of the king and the brave and fearless king of war.

"My name is Richard, Richard I the Lionheart. My achievements during my reign may seem insignificant compared to those of Alexander the Great, but I am also a British king who has fought throughout his life."

Shockingly, the name Richard the Lionheart is no less famous than that of Alexander the Great.

In the UK, the elements represented by this name have long become part of the cultural landscape, and his legendary life is a topic of much discussion.

"Wahahaha, good boy, you are too modest. The name of the Lionheart King is well-known. I have seen it more than once in world history. I am also worthy of the reputation."

The King of Conquerors slapped his thigh, extremely excited.

Archer on the other side also looked at Richard I with a serious look, which was rare, and he had some recognition of his status as king.

But he still refused to give in.

"He dares to call himself a king just because of this. There will be too many false kings in the future."

"I can't pretend I didn't hear that." The King of Conquerors raised his glass and persuaded Archer and Caster.

"Since you've always been so condescending, why not reveal your name and let everyone judge? Two kings have already shown themselves openly here. Archer, don't you dare?"

"How ridiculous! You, a fool, admire my majesty without knowing my name. My majesty is a gift, yet you are ungrateful for it. There is no place for such fools in my court."

Faced with the King of Conquerors' provocation, Archer's words became even more arrogant. Such a tyrant made Lancer, who abided by the chivalry, feel a little dissatisfied.

"I didn't expect you to be so self-centered. What a trouble."

Seeing that he failed to find out Archer's real name, Rider felt it was a pity and the atmosphere became cold for a while.

——Until a stern female voice rang out.

"Gilgamesh, the legendary king of the Age of Gods, two-thirds god and one-third human. That's Archer and Caster's true name."

The sound of clanging combat boots could be heard, and a woman in a silver-white skirt and armor approached from a distance. Her steps were swift and her expression was as resolute as a saint.

Facing the gazes of the servants, the warrior girl spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Two kings have already set an example, so I won't be left behind. Saber, Arthur, King of Britain, is here, King of Conquerors, may I be included in this banquet?"

She said this calmly, and her every word and action showed the demeanor of a king.

Even Assassin, hiding in the shadows, was astonished by this extraordinary sight: "Five ancient kings have gathered together for this Holy Grail War. Is this fate?"

Chapter 141 What is Lionheart (4k5)

"No need to ask any more questions. The king's banquet should be open to all people. Anyone who is willing can come."

The King of Conquerors happily welcomed Altria to take a seat, and exclaimed in his heart that it was wonderful.

What was originally intended to muddy the waters and screen out some heroes who could cooperate unexpectedly turned into a formal banquet of kings.

Iskandar was overjoyed at the thought of meeting leaders who led the destiny of their people in different eras.

Meet and conquer.

If they were both kings, he would be even more excited!

But correspondingly, Lancer felt increasingly out of place.

In terms of status, vision and preferences, this knight must be very different from the kings.

"King of Conquerors, to be honest, I'm starting to regret coming here tonight. Everything here is different from what I imagined."

Lancer smiled bitterly and stroked his spear. He had set out with the expectation of having a fun competition, but now he could only listen to the nobles who had nothing to do with him arguing with each other, which made him feel quite empty.

But he couldn't just leave like that.

Not to mention the intelligence gathering at this banquet, if he dared to do this, the kings present would definitely think he was insulted and would eliminate him first.

The King of Conquerors raised his rough, thick eyebrows when Lancer said this, but before he could speak, Saber, who had just sat down, asked a cold question before him.

"What's wrong, Lancer? Are you unhappy with my taking the seat? Or are you one of those ignorant fools who look down on a mere woman ascending the throne?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present turned their eyes to him. Among them, King Richard the Lionheart had the most violent will, and he looked like he was about to take action in the next second.

Cold sweat immediately spread across his back, and Lancer quickly made his meaning clear.

"No, no, no, how could you think so? I have absolutely no such intention! Just looking at this clear and sharp fighting spirit, you can tell that King Arthur's reputation is not empty talk."

"So what do you mean by regret and difference, Lancer?"

The huge figure of Richard the Lionheart leaned forward, bringing with it a sudden surge of oppression, and his slightly open mouth carried the murderous intent of a beast sucking blood and bones.

Judging from his expression, he seemed even more dissatisfied with the speech than Artoria herself, which was very strange.

"Hmm?" Rider noticed this and silently kept it in mind.

Lancer, who faced the might of the Lionheart King, marveled at his power while telling him his true thoughts.

He raised his red spear and stroked it gently as if it were a comrade.

"I am a knight and a warrior. What I seek is naturally the clash of swords and the battle of martial prowess. I thought I could bring victory to my lord tonight, but I didn't expect it to devolve into a verbal battle. This is why I sigh."

"I'm really sorry if my gaffe caused you to misunderstand."

"Well, that's inevitable. I can understand a warrior's desire. Lancer, you're indeed a good opponent."

The Lionheart's malice faded, and his questioning turned into praise, without even a second of respite. Just as the legend said, his thoughts and feelings changed in an instant.

As the main character, Saber also smiled in agreement, her face now filled with the joy of finding a like-minded person.

"I see, Lancer, your thoughts are exactly what I think. Striving for glory with the sword is the righteous way of a knight. I never thought that in the Holy Grail War I would encounter a knight who is well versed in virtue. In that case—"

With a "swish" sound, Saber removed the Wind King's barrier that wrapped around the holy sword, and the sword among swords containing the torrent of life revealed its true appearance for the second time.

Simple and beautiful, heavy and clean, this fantasy crystal without any stain of blood, Saber placed it on the ground like a monument.

"--In that case, as the Master of the Round Table and the King of Knights, how can I not fulfill this glorious wish of yours!"

"Come on, the sword you seek is right here. If you want to fight, I'm always here to accompany you."

Holding the sword in his hand, glory materialized. Lancer gazed at the brilliant Star Sword, like a thirsty traveler in the desert encountering an oasis, his lips trembling and his eyes filled with radiance.

Precisely because he is a knight, he can better understand the meaning behind this holy sword.

Those who rush to the battlefield yearn for glory at the end of their lives, a sad but noble dream.

"Uh...ah, this is indeed..."

Having no other request, Lancer bowed to Saber with emotion.

"Thank you for your noble character. The title of Knight King is truly worthy."

Altria nodded solemnly.

There was no need to say anything more. The agreement for the duel between the knights had been made at that moment. After the banquet, the two of them would fight to the death.