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

Aiwen did not waste any time. He led Irisviel to another door, which was the restaurant where a starving little girl was having her meal.

The clock in the corridor struck at this moment, and the hands standing in a vertical line showed the specific time.

It's already six o'clock in the evening.

Irisviel had just woken up so she didn't understand clearly that a whole day had actually passed since she was taken away.

Night has replaced day, the human noise in the city has gradually calmed down, and another unconventional movement has gradually emerged.

As Irisviel greeted her daughter's leap and embraced her in return, several Heroic Spirits had already appeared outside the sacred tower built by Caster Gilgamesh.

Two of them even rode in the same chariot. Did they form an alliance?

Chapter 146: The Alliance of Guns and Chariots (4k5)

It was only around seven o'clock in the evening, and there were almost no people on the streets of Fuyuki City. It would take more than ten minutes to see a car passing by.

The frequent abnormal phenomena in recent days have made residents worried.

People no longer believe the police's notices, but economic pressure makes them unable to make the decision to move. Therefore, the only self-protection measure left is to return home early and pray that the house becomes an indestructible shelter.

This action made the old priest Yanfeng Lizheng breathe a sigh of relief. The number of times he needed to silence people or modify their memories was greatly reduced.

In addition, this also makes it easier for the heroic spirits to fight each other. Although they don't care about the rules of concealment like magicians, they will still be restrained if they are watched by a large number of people.

Except for a certain extremely self-centered king.

Thunder exploded in the clear night sky, and a two-headed divine bull pulled a chariot onto the sky. At the end of their path was a magnificent and majestic stepped building.

Needless to say, this is the signal to start war.

Gilgamesh in the archer class is hard to find, but he is very conspicuous in the caster class.

Powerful, fixed in position, arrogant, and possibly in the same camp as Saber.

All these factors make people fearful. It can be said that he and Archer are thorns in the eyes of everyone.

As one of the most recognized strongest in this Holy Grail War, he naturally became the target of the alliance of other servants.

Even Gilgamesh himself felt that the fact that he was being targeted now was a reflection of those bastards' lack of decisiveness.

"Hmph, are you here?"

Gilgamesh, sitting on the throne, opened his eyes boredly. He had spent the entire day waiting and was already extremely impatient.

When he was young, he might have been in the mood to go out and have fun, but from this perspective, he is already very old.

Although everything in modern times is strange, the old man has no interest in getting involved.

He has grown tired of the enjoyment he should have had, and has fulfilled his duties satisfactorily. He is only a few steps away from eternal sleep, and everything in the mortal world seems trivial to him.

Gilgamesh was truly surprised that he would be summoned for this Holy Grail War.

Normally speaking, the elderly King of Heroes had still reached a state of spiritual perfection, and the possibility of him being summoned was extremely low, especially now that he had manifested as an Archer, the possibility was close to zero.

"An advent that shouldn't have happened, a spirit base of exceptional quality, the ineffectiveness of clairvoyance... is this something only a Caster-class king can accomplish?"

This premonition was deeply rooted in the heart of caster Gilgamesh, making him unable to slack off.

"Alas, there's nothing I can do. This old king has become much more tolerant. Let's just treat it as a rare act of kindness and help the Suppression Force."

He sighed deeply, put away the clay tablet of destiny in his right hand, and Gilgamesh stood up from the throne and picked up the axe-shaped staff placed aside.

And the moment Wang stood up, the wind blowing outside began to sweep violently, bringing with it the strange smell of electrolysis.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling shock from the periphery of the divine tower, and thousands of thunders poured down like a rainstorm. The huge thunder mixed with the power of God broke the defense of the position layer by layer.

The enemy's offensive began, and Gilgamesh naturally would not sit idly by. He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and magic power instantly flowed into the entire building.

"How unfortunate, you bastards! I'm not in the mood for fun right now. You have no chance of winning."

Outside the sacred tower, thunder was weaving under the clear night sky, appearing out of thin air even when there were no dark clouds. This was the manifestation of unnatural lightning.

"Wahahaha! So refreshing, so refreshing! I can finally show the essence of my Noble Phantasm to others."

The King of Conquerors, driving his divine bull chariot, laughed heartily, his laughter so loud that not even thunder could drown it out.

Weber beside him covered his ears helplessly. He couldn't tell whether the thunder or his servant's voice did more damage to his eardrum.

"Rider, are you mocking me? That's right, I'm just a useless magician. There's no way I can let you do whatever you want."

The poor boy curled up on the side, and it was hard to tell whether his angry voice was a pampering or a complaint.

The red-haired man scratched his head with a troubled look on his face.

His Master was good in every way. He respected him and had dreams. He was very satisfied with him, but his confidence was the only thing... difficult to evaluate.

Having said that, as the King of Conquerors, I also need to provide grand signposts to those who are lost.

But before he could speak, another slightly angry rebuke sounded the first word.

The owner of the voice carried a mixture of contempt and subtle guidance that was barely perceptible.

"Waver Velvet, what are you doing like this? Have you completely forgotten your dignity as a magus? How can you display such a ridiculous attitude in battle?"

The person who spoke was wearing a low-key and luxurious navy blue robe, with short hair combed back neatly, looking like an aristocrat.

However, there were red lines on the back of his left hand that did not match his temperament.

"Listen, when you're facing outsiders, you have to appear confident, even if it's just a facade. If you can't, other magicians will develop dirty thoughts like gutter rats."

"I don't think I've taught you about the cruelty of the magician's world yet. Let's treat it as a special extra lesson today."

This is Kenneth's experience. He was able to take the position of family leader in his twenties not just by relying on his talent.

How to lead subordinates, how to communicate, and how to show authority are all important aspects.

In his opinion, Weber's magic talent was hopeless, but he was not completely useless in other aspects. If possible, he still planned to fulfill his duties as a teacher.

But Weber just sat there slumped and ignored the words.

Perhaps because the strength gap between the rider Kenneth provided and the rider he provided was too big, he was now subtly upset.

"It's okay. Anyway, the command and judgment of the battlefield has been handed over to Mr. Kenneth. You have provided enough magic for the rider. As a rookie, all I can do is to strengthen the team."

"...I really want to take back my approval of you during the day. Did you throw the courage and judgment you showed in seeking an alliance with me to the dogs?"

Kenneth couldn't bear to look at such a posture.

He couldn't help but wonder if his alliance with them was the right strategy. Was he just desperate and trying something he couldn't?

……

……

Back to daytime, everything seems calm on the surface.

Aiwen was busy changing the container for Irisviel, the Saber group was busy moving, Archer was wandering around the street as if nothing had happened, and Assassin was secretly tracking the whereabouts of the Saber group.

Amidst this undercurrent, Weber, who was living in a civilian's home, made a bold decision.

"Rider, let's go find Lancer to form an alliance."

He slapped his hand on the map and suddenly spoke without looking up, complaining as usual as he did every day.

But this time the content of the words was no longer trivial matters, but the direction that would determine the future.

The rider who was lying on the ground in front of him and flipping through a history book with great interest was very surprised. He quickly turned over and sat up straight.

"Little Master, are you serious? From the information we've gathered so far, the magician who serves as Lancer's Master is your teacher. You joined this war to impress him, didn't you? Are you planning to surrender now?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think I want to?"

Pushing away the rough hand that was heading towards his head, Weber glared at Rider unhappily.

"I won't accept this, but this is different from forming an alliance. I can't let my personal feelings affect a plan that will bring victory."

"I have to admit, as a magician, I do have too many flaws. I can't even supply you with magic power. If this continues, Rider, you will lose without even exerting your full strength. I don't want to see that happen."

Waver lowered his head, and without realizing it, his hands had crumpled the map of Fuyuki City into a ball.

"You are the King of Conquerors, a renowned hero in human history. If you lose because of me, I will be ridiculed for the rest of my life."

"So, does this mean that my Master believes that victory in the Holy Grail War is more important than the frustration you feel?"

The rider's rough big hand fell on Weber's head again. This time he did not resist, but just trembled unwillingly.

"Of course, I've read a famous saying from an ancient Eastern country in a book: A little impatience can ruin a great plan."

Waver forced himself to squeeze out these few words.

In fact, didn't he also want to let Rider sweep the combination of Kenneth and Lancer by himself and vent his anger?

However, the benefits of doing so were too small, and it only satisfied his momentary desire.

Kenneth was the only Master that Weber was familiar with. Only by negotiating with him could he be somewhat confident. Also, only the magician known as the "prodigy" could possibly allow Rider to defeat any Hero King.

Therefore, I must be patient. My current submission is for the sake of the final victory. I am the magician who shoulders the wish to conquer the King.

After experiencing the King's Banquet last night, Waver had a deeper understanding of what it meant to be a king. Coupled with the fragments of memory he had occasionally dreamed of before...

The small room fell silent.

As Weber answered, Rider raised the hand that was on his head. The silent reaction made Weber feel uneasy.

He tried to observe carefully: "Rider? Why don't you say anything? If you have any opinions, just say them directly..."

But what greeted him was a slap in the face from the King of Conquerors, one filled with encouragement and recognition. This blow landed harshly on Waver's thin back.

"Snapped!"

There was a loud sound, and Waver instinctively jumped up with his back bent.

"It hurts! Rider, what are you doing?!"

"Hahahaha! Now you have some of your usual energy, kid."

Unlike the exaggerated laughter he had before, the King of Conquerors now had a relieved smile on his face.

"Boy, being patient is humiliating, but it's not a bad thing. Even I, the king, have experienced countless things in my life that I had to endure. I felt no different from you back then."

"really?"

Weber asked with tears in his eyes, to which Rider nodded gently like a loving father.

"Ah, it's true. If you ask me, only those who have learned to endure are worthy of being called men, because they all have things in their hearts that are heavier than momentary anger."

"And you don't intend to endure this forever, do you? Since you're aiming for ultimate victory, that's undoubtedly a journey."

The rider looked his master in the eye with a serious expression, and the words that followed made Weber burst into tears.

"Boy, you seem to have grown up too."

In a trance, Webber Velvet realized that he seemed to have received the hero's affirmation and his wish had come true.

……

Because it was daytime, the rider could not use his eye-catching chariot, and the master and servant could only rely on their own legs to travel, but they were surprisingly happy along the way.

The rider has no awareness of being a servant at all. He is interested in everything like a living human being.

After pulling back the rider who had walked into the shop and was chatting and laughing with the owner for the twentieth time, Weber finally stopped.

"Well, kid, are we there yet? Where exactly are we?"

The rider looked around carelessly.

"It's the tallest hotel. As expected of aristocrats, they even chose such a luxurious, high-end place for their workshop."

"Oh, what a magnificent building! In my time, such a beautiful building would have been considered a wonder."

"That's not the case. There are many hotels like this around the world. In our opinion, the architecture of your era is truly a wonder."

Weber was talking nonsense to deal with the rider, his attention was completely focused on the hotel in front of him, and he felt his heart was about to burst out.