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

This is exactly the embodiment of the two people's wishes and glory. People who witnessed this scene had different opinions.

Caster was drinking by himself, Archer had a mocking look on his face, Rider was happy to see the prey, and Berserker was the happiest among them.

"As expected, it's exactly like the knight tales my mother told me. I never thought that after becoming a Heroic Spirit, I would be able to witness the scene in my dreams with my own eyes. It's so satisfying."

Recalling his childhood, Berserker sighed in his heart.

In this way, a storm turned into a mutual admiration between two heroes. Overall, it was not a disappointing ending.

Although in the eyes of a certain arrogant king, this is nothing more than a farce.

"Hmph, boring! If it's just this level, I'm leaving."

Archer swirled the wine in his glass and impatiently supported his cheek with his hand. This arrogance made Artoria look unhappy.

Fortunately, Rider spoke up in time to smooth things over.

"Don't be impatient, Archer. The main event is coming next. Although I didn't anticipate this scene, it doesn't matter. Plans can never keep up with changes, and this banquet is no exception."

Holding the wine high in his hand, the King of Conquerors smiled a heroic smile that concealed a hint of dominance amidst his anticipation.

"Right now, besides Assassin, six servants have gathered, and five kings have also met. In this situation, wouldn't it be a waste if we don't have a question and answer session with the kings?"

"Archer, since you are the legendary demigod, you will naturally not refuse the competition between kings."

There was no doubt that Rider's provocation was successful. Archer's original impatient expression faded away, and his cross-legged sitting posture became straight.

"Oh, well, although I don't expect you pseudo-kings to speak any truth, I must teach you bastards the way of a king."

"That's right." Rider clapped his thigh happily, then changed his expression and became serious.

"First, then, let us each express our wishes for the Holy Grail. Through this, we can glimpse the dignity of a king and the dignity of a hero."

"That's a good plan, Rider." Caster Gilgamesh gave him a half-smile and said, "As a king, if you feel inferior, there's no point in fighting."

"Hehe, even so, Caster, are you planning to avoid it?"

"No, this is perfect. Inferior products should be eliminated early. I am very busy and don't have time to deal with the clown's harassment."

"We agree on this, old man." Archer's snake-like pupils captured everyone present in his eyes, making people shudder.

"Only true heroes can meet me. Bastards should die quietly in the gutter."

Arrogant, extremely arrogant, but everyone present was accustomed to ignoring his crazy words.

Clapping his hands, Rider, as the organizer of the banquet, was naturally the first to ask a question.

"Then how about you answer first, Berserker? I'm a little curious as to why you appeared in this world at such a high level."

Attention was drawn to the most peculiar person among those present. The words of the King of Conquerors were indeed the point of everyone's concern.

Berserker, most serious Heroic Spirits are unwilling to appear in the world at this level, let alone the proud King.

"Me? There's nothing much to say. I simply felt the call of those in purgatory like me. The Holy Grail is the Lord's treasure, not something we, as believers, should covet."

"Oh, so you don't have any wish?" Rider raised his eyebrows in confusion, but Berserker shook his head.

"No, it's not that I don't have a wish, but since this body appears in this form, then the wish has been fulfilled."

Saber, confused by the strange response, asked, "Berserker, what do you mean by that?"

Her question left Richard speechless for a moment. At this moment, C Shan, who saw through everything, spoke up and expressed his true intention.

"Idiot, don't you understand? The appearance of this alien is exactly what he pursues and desires, so the moment he appeared in the world, he was already satisfied."

"what?!"

Saber showed an expression of confusion, as did Rider and Lancer. Only Archer realized something and sighed.

"As Caster said, my last wish before death was to suffer the torment of this infernal fire."

"Stop kidding, berserker. What's the point of torturing yourself with a wish?"

Saber looked at his dead-wood-like figure and the flames that flashed from time to time, with pity in her eyes.

"King Arthur, the king who came before me, I grew up listening to your stories. In your eyes, were there any sins or mistakes during your reign?"

Richard's tone softened in response to the question, as if he was revealing his inner thoughts.

When Saber heard this, the image of the broken round table and the hill of Camlann littered with corpses flashed before her eyes.

She clenched her fists in pain. "Of course, my reign was filled with faults and sins."

"Yes, that's what I thought too. When I was dying and looking back on my life, I realized that I had allowed my passion to drive me and committed many sins."

Berserker's words were heavy, as if echoing his memories, and the black flames suddenly grew stronger.

"Fathers and sons killing each other, wars and bloodshed, no matter what excuses are used, this is unforgivable. So before I die, I make a wish that my soul will fall into purgatory and suffer."

"So when I manifest in this form, my wish is fulfilled. All that remains is to help the Master achieve his atonement, and the same applies to the fight for the Holy Grail."

After the words fell, the scene fell silent. Saber looked at Berserker in shock, with mixed feelings of admiration and surrender in her heart.

Such perseverance and fearlessness, she knew she couldn't do that.

The rider guzzled wine, his vigilance towards the Berserker increasing greatly at this moment. A heroic spirit with such a spirit would be difficult to deal with.

Besides, he also wanted to say something.

"Berserker... No, Richard the Lionheart, do you mean you regret it?"

The rider's expression was serious; the answer to this question would determine how he would view the self-punishing king.

"Of course." King Lionheart said without hesitation.

"Looking back, some of my decisions now seem like mistakes. I hurt a lot of people when I was young. The source of this was my fragile spirit that couldn't control my emotional impulses. This is where my reflection comes from."

"That won't work." Rider sighed in disappointment.

"Your actions are nothing more than an insult to the people who built this era with you. You deny their efforts and their struggles."

"so what."

Berserker said something astonishing, and his next words let everyone know why he appeared in the world as a Berserker.

"My regrets are my own thoughts. From the beginning, I didn't intend to seek other people's opinions. If they object, then draw your sword."

"..."

The rider was stunned. All his prepared remarks were thrown away. The berserker's words were the ultimate egoism, that of a solitary tyrannical king.

"...Really, I was wrong. Whether it's right or wrong is not the point, such a stable way to rule is really enviable."

The rider smiled, shook his head, and started drinking.

When facing a tyrant, words no longer have any meaning. They only follow their own laws, and the advice of outsiders is worse than toilet paper.

Archer unexpectedly treated Berserker differently.

"Haha, King Lionheart? It seems that the guys in later generations are still somewhat decent. That's right, the king's ideas must be followed by his subordinates. A king who can't implement his own ideas is just a decoration."

"Archer, those are the words of a tyrant."

Saber withdrew her complicated gaze from Berserker, and she frowned as she refuted Archer's remarks.

"Roar~ Then, you bastard who calls himself King Arthur, if you have anything to say, I will listen to it. It's about your thoughts and your wishes."

Holding up the wine glass, A-Flash stared at Saber's face playfully. The glory of last night flashed through his mind, and his desire to collect became even stronger.

Faced with the doubts, Saber put down his wine glass and sat upright.

"My dream is to reverse the destruction of my homeland, Britain. Without the Holy Grail, such a huge wish cannot be realized."

"Save the country? Saber, are you serious? Don't you approve of the outcome under your rule?"

"What's wrong? As a king, I saw Britain end in fratricide. I'm heartbroken. What's wrong with wanting to change it?"

"So you're not satisfied with your own rule?"

"Of course, if possible, I'd like to see if anyone can do it better than me."

"Ridiculous! You're even planning to abandon your own status as a king. What kind of king are you?"

The rider slammed his wine glass down with a sullen face, and Archer beside him started laughing wildly as if he had heard a joke.

"Saber, are you a clown?"

"There's nothing to laugh about, Archer. If my hometown can have a peaceful ending, then it doesn't matter if I never become king."

Saber lowered her eyes slightly, a look of realization on her face.

"All I pray for is the safety of all. Anything else is insignificant. This is exactly what a king should do."

"You are wrong. Is your existence just to serve the country? This is not a king, just a machine."

Rider loudly retorted that his own path was completely opposite to Saber's.

"If that makes everyone laugh, I'm happy to do it."

Saber spoke the most resolute words in the gentlest voice, and her words made the King of Conquerors deform the wine glass in his hand.

Chapter 142: The Original King and the Clash of Swords and Spears (4k)

"Saber, a king without desire is no different from a vase."

"A vase doesn't think about national policy, King of Conquerors."

"Who would yearn for a king who exists solely for the sake of correct and clean politics? A king should display his desires to the utmost, like a blazing bonfire. Only in this way will the people envy him, admire him, and be admired by all!"

"Ridiculous! One noble-minded follower is better than ten greedy subjects. If the king is happy, the people will inevitably suffer. I saw the people's smiles back then, so this is the only choice that can't be wrong. My failure is only due to lack of ability, not taking the wrong path."

……

There was a lot of verbal sparring and endless arguments.

Like natural enemies who cannot coexist, Rider and Saber establish their own ways to be king.

The king who satisfies his desires and the king who restrains his selfishness, the rider who launches a war of conquest and the saber who resists foreign invaders, the two are probably unable to reconcile.

C Shan, who was watching from the sidelines, drank silently, his red snake eyes casually scanning the people present, as if he was enjoying a drama.

He had no intention of getting involved from the beginning.

"You two fools, the so-called kingly way is the belief engraved in your heart and the law you practice throughout your life. Arguing with others is nothing but a joke."

"Or is it that Rider is actually trying to gain something from this argument? That big guy, his mindset is completely inconsistent with his rough appearance."

An inquiring look was cast towards Rider, and C flashed an inexplicable smile.

After that, the debate ended.

The two parties fell silent at the same time, their faces extremely serious. Rider's face, which was intimidating without being angry, had never been as quiet as it was at that moment.

"As expected, Saber, the power of words has its limits. You and I can only determine our own path to kingship through victory or defeat on the battlefield. This may be my fate in this Holy Grail War."

There was no cheerfulness, no laughter, and the majesty like a mountain pressed down on everyone's heart. At this moment, Rider revealed the true self of Alexander the Great.

Even his Master Waver stared at his back in a daze.

But Saber still stood firm in the face of Gao Shan. Her gaze was like a frosty steel sword, cutting through the Conqueror King's aura head-on.

"Of course, I will never run away. As I experienced in my own life, the end of the invaders is to fall by my sword, without exception."

The two kings' eyes met, and the atmosphere was so sinister that the wine in the hands of the people around them lost its taste.

Is this the end of tonight's banquet? Everyone present thought so.

——Of course not.

The two kings who had been waiting seriously suddenly smiled at each other, raised their glasses and clinked them together.

"Although we've made an appointment, it seems like tonight isn't the right time yet. We can't let down such fine wine and delicious food. What do you think, Knight King?"

"I think so too. Besides, my opponent for tonight has already been decided. If you want to test the sharpness of my sword, you better get in line, King of Conquerors."

"clang!"

Although the cups didn't touch, the heroes present seemed to hear a clear echo in their ears.