Did the Heroic Spirit I conquered become a reality?

Kenneth, the ruler of the Clock Tower, has also set out with his Servants, their destination... seemingly also in the direction of the Matou family.

Merlin wore a smile that suggested he was enjoying the spectacle, and was preparing to carefully observe how this monarch, known for his meticulousness, would intervene in this chaotic battle.

However, when Merlin's "clairvoyance" clearly captured the true face of Lancer beside Kenneth, the smile on his face... froze abruptly.

She was a blonde woman dressed in silver-blue knight's armor and holding a long spear that shone with holy light.

Her face was exquisite and serious, her emerald green eyes were like the purest jade, and she exuded a majestic and inviolable aura of a king.

Although his class is Lancer, that face, that aura... he would never mistake him!

"...King Arthur?!"

Merlin's teacup wobbled almost imperceptibly, nearly spilling the tea.

How could it be her?! And a Lancer at that?!

This unexpected discovery instantly boosted Merlin's interest in the Holy Grail War by several levels.

He put down his teacup, stood up, and that mischievous smile reappeared on his face.

"It seems I should go out for a walk to clear my head... After all, I did drink the black tea that Master prepared himself."

Merlin stretched, his figure becoming somewhat ethereal, clearly preparing to head to the "lively" center—the Matou residence.

However, just as he was about to completely become a spirit and leave Einzbern Castle, his movements abruptly stopped.

His smile faded slightly, and his usually playful purple eyes suddenly turned to another direction in Fuyuki City, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

"Hmm? This feeling is...Ruler?"

As a top-tier magician, he clearly sensed that another powerful Servant was moving at an extremely fast speed toward the Matou family mansion.

Moreover, judging from the opponent's spirit origin, it is undoubtedly a Ruler class!

While it is rare for a Ruler to appear in the Holy Grail War, it is not entirely impossible, especially in singularities or when certain rules are distorted.

However… the Ruler’s aura felt strangely familiar to him.

Merlin closed his eyes, pushing his "clairvoyance" to its limit, attempting to capture the true form of the Ruler.

A few seconds later, as if sensing something, he suddenly opened his eyes, a look of disbelief and blankness appearing on his face.

"Morgan...Lefève?!"

Yes, there's no mistake! That aura, though tempered by the Ruler class, still retains the mystery of fairies and the profound depth of witches... that's definitely Morgan le Fay!

She actually answered the summons, and even descended as the Ruler?!

The sisters, who were once enemies in Britain, have unexpectedly met again in this way during the Holy Grail War...

Just thinking about this made Merlin feel strange.

"This is really going to be interesting..."

……

A biting wind, carrying fine snowflakes, swept across the rooftop of a skyscraper standing on the edge of the city.

Yu Tohsaka stood quietly on the edge of the rooftop, the night wind blowing through his dark hair, revealing his dark eyes that were exceptionally calm in the darkness.

Nestled in his arms was a stunningly beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes—Sajō Aika.

The girl wore a pure white dress, her bare, snow-white feet dangling gently, seemingly oblivious to the chill of the high altitude.

She rested her head comfortably against Tohsaka Yu's chest, her soft golden hair gently brushing against his cheek in the night breeze, bringing a slightly ticklish sensation and a faint, elegant fragrance.

Her body was soft and warm, pressed against Tohsaka Yu, conveying a reassuring warmth.

Yu Tohsaka reached out and pulled her petite body closer into his arms, shielding her from most of the cold wind. His gaze then turned to the area in the distance where a fierce magical conflict was erupting—the Matou family mansion.

Even from a considerable distance, they could clearly sense the terrifying energy fluctuations emanating from there, enough to terrify any ordinary magician.

The golden radiance of the Noble Phantasm clashed and intertwined with the dark purple, violent divine power, illuminating the night sky in that area with flickering light.

Sajo Aika slightly raised her head, her emerald green eyes, which seemed to connect to the source and could see through everything, calmly gazing at the distant battlefield.

After a moment, she said softly in her unique tone, which carried a hint of innocence and understanding, "Caster, the Matou family is really lively tonight."

She stretched out her slender, fair fingers and pointed towards the battlefield: "On one side is that Archer who's all golden. His Master must be your adoptive father, Tokiomi Tohsaka, right? On the other side... well, there's a Berserker full of resentment, a man named Kariya Matou. His magical power is mixed, but his obsession is quite strong."

Sajou Aika's perception easily pierced through the fog of the battlefield, accurately grasping the core of both sides in the conflict.

She turned her head, tilted her small face up, and looked at Tohsaka Yu with curiosity, her emerald green eyes sparkling with inquiry: "So, Caster, what are we going to do next? Your purpose can't be just to watch this battle, can it?"

Yu Tohsaka didn't speak, but instead cast his gaze toward the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

According to the "original plot" he knew, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, the genius monarch of the Clock Tower, would suffer a huge loss in the first formal confrontation of the Holy Grail War due to the leakage of information and tactical mistakes.

The man who made him taste defeat and humiliation was none other than the fearsome "Magician Killer"—Emiya Kiritsugu.

The chaotic battle at the Kiri family tonight was so huge that it attracted the attention of almost all the Masters in Fuyuki City.

Kenneth had already rushed over with his Lancer, and with Kiritsugu Emiya's hound-like keen sense of smell, he... would never be absent from such an opportunity to sit back and watch the tigers fight, gather intelligence, or even seize the chance to reap the benefits.

Perhaps, at this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya is hiding in some unknown corner, like the most patient hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to strike, believing himself to be the mantis stalking the prey...

But little did they know, behind the oriole, another pair of eyes were lurking.

Yu Tohsaka lowered his head and met the girl's pure and innocent gaze.

He reached out and gently brushed away a strand of golden hair that had been ruffled by the night wind from her forehead, and said softly, "Don't rush, Master, it's not time for us to make our appearance yet."

"The real highlight is yet to come."

Volume 1: Chapter 47 The Three Kings Gather, Merlin: Something seems off about this Holy Grail War?!

The night sky over Fuyuki City had already been completely torn apart by the aftershocks of the battle between two top beings from the mythical era.

The battlefield between Gilgamesh and the Gorgons has now extended from the ground to the high sky.

The golden treasure and the dark purple divine power were like two colliding stars, each collision unleashing a terrifying roar that could shake the very fabric of space.

The magnificent golden flying boat Vimana, the King of Heroes, traced a dazzling trajectory across the night sky, chasing after Gorgon's enormous and twisted serpentine body. Countless Noble Phantasms rained down like a meteor shower, attempting to completely overwhelm the vengeful goddess.

On the rooftop of a skyscraper far from the center of the battlefield, Tohsaka Yu still held Sajou Aika, quietly watching the great battle.

“Caster,” Aika Sajou adjusted her position slightly in his arms, resting her little head more comfortably on his shoulder, a hint of curiosity sparkling in her emerald green eyes, “How long do you think it will be before the third ‘servant’ appears?”

Yu Tohsaka lowered his head, looking at the girl's exquisite and flawless profile, and could vaguely smell the unique fragrance emanating from her.

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "It should be soon... I believe no servant will miss such a 'feast'... especially a certain king."

It was not the King of Heroes, but another servant who called himself 'King'.

And once he shows up... others, especially Kiritsugu Emiya, will definitely not miss it.

Perhaps he's already hiding somewhere, observing this battlefield.

……

High in the sky, Gilgamesh, piloting Vimana, looked at Gorgon, who was constantly dodging Noble Phantasm attacks and even trying to fly higher than him. The arrogance and anger in his heart almost set the entire night sky ablaze.

"You bastard, how dare you fly above me... No one in heaven or on earth is worthy of my respect!"

Gilgamesh's voice was filled with rage, and the Gate of Babylon behind him shone even brighter, clearly showing his true fury: "Whether gods or monsters, all should grovel before my glory!"

He raised one hand high, ready to obliterate this "unclean thing" that dared to fly in front of him with overwhelming force.

The battle between the two sides has clearly entered a heated phase. If Gilgamesh was holding back before, he is now ready to fight for real.

However, at that moment, an extremely arrogant and high-pitched voice rang out loudly in the silent night.

"In front of me, someone actually dares to call himself a king? It seems that this Holy Grail War may be much more interesting than I imagined."

The moment the words fell—

A golden light, equally dazzling and sacred, filled with the heat and majesty of the sun, shot into the sky from another direction without warning!

Almost instantly, Tohsaka Yu's eyes lit up slightly as he stared in that direction, secretly guessing the identity of the third Servant.

Is it King Arthur, Artoria, or Iskandar, the Conqueror?

Or perhaps it's another servant...?

As he thought of this, he saw a magnificent and splendid composite temple, seemingly embodying the brilliance and glory of the entire ancient Egyptian civilization, towering majestically in the night sky. Ancient scarabs and hieroglyphs were inscribed on it, radiating an unparalleled majesty that commanded all things to submit to it!

"—The glory of the Pharaoh shines upon all things! Look up! Kneel down! My name is Osmandis, King of Kings, ruler of all things in this world!"

At the highest point of the temple, a burly figure dressed in golden robes, wearing a double crown, and holding the golden scepter of Voss stood proudly like a true sun god.

He slowly opened his golden eyes, which looked down upon all living beings. His supreme majesty, accompanied by a declaration of disdain for everything, instantly overwhelmed all the noise on the battlefield.

Rider—Ramesses II, Osmandis—announced his arrival with his most iconic Noble Phantasm, "Ramesseum Tentyris"!

"Oh?"

In the sky, Gilgamesh, who was about to pursue the Gorgons, paused slightly.

He slowly turned his head, his scarlet eyes reflecting the suddenly appearing, incredibly flamboyant golden temple, and the figure at the top of the temple who also exuded a kingly aura.

An indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

It wasn't surprise, nor fear, but rather a sense of absurdity—almost amusement—resulting from having one's dignity challenged to the face by another arrogant "king."

This person just said...kneeling?

...Someone actually made the King of Heroes kneel down?

Gilgamesh's lips curled into an extremely dangerous arc, and a deep laugh escaped from the depths of his throat, a laugh filled with a mixture of pleasure and danger.

Osmandis, who had just appeared, spoke slowly with a majestic look in his golden eyes: "What are you laughing at, you glittering golden fellow?"

Gilgamesh's crimson eyes gleamed with amusement: "How dare someone presume to 'kneel' before me? Isn't that ridiculous enough?"

His tone gradually turned icy, and a hint of hostility appeared in his crimson eyes: "And..."

"A mere scoundrel who crawled out of who-knows-where corner of the desert dares to call himself 'King' before me?!"

The moment the words fell, Gilgamesh's rage was completely ignited.

He even temporarily set aside his battle with Gorgon, and, riding Vimana, turned toward the magnificent composite temple.

Osmandis, atop the temple, naturally sensed the undisguised hostility and murderous intent emanating from the other "king."

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, and the golden scepter in his hand slammed down heavily, producing a dull thud.

"Oh? It seems there are still ignorant fools on this land who do not recognize the Pharaoh's majesty and are unaware of the order of heaven and earth."

Osmandis's voice remained full of absolute confidence and majesty, "You golden false king, your brilliance may be decent, but it is utterly insignificant before the sun's radiance!"

"I hope your strength allows you to say those words, and then you'll properly please this king... you bastard!"

Golden ripples spread across the space around Gilgamesh, and the Gate of Babylon unfolded once more. This time, the treasures revealed within were all deadly weapons imbued with terrifying power.

"Interesting. Someone actually dares to confront Yu Zhiguanghui directly? Then let me see just how much magnanimity you really have!"

Osmandis responded in kind, his magnificent Great Complex Temple shining even brighter, and countless colossal Sphinx statues emerged from every corner of the temple, emitting deafening roars, while terrifying magical cannons silently aimed at Gilgamesh.

boom!

The next moment, the Gate of Babylon unfolded, and a dense and terrifying torrent of Noble Phantasms poured down without hesitation toward Ramses II's Radiant Complex Temple!

Instead of retreating, Osmandis advanced, pointing his golden scepter forward: "I'll show you what true royal majesty is!"

The Noble Phantasm Cannon of the Radiant Composite Temple directly met Gilgamesh's torrent of Gate of Babylon.

Two kings, both claiming to be the "oldest" and "most powerful," suddenly erupted into a fierce conflict in the night sky of Fuyuki City over a mere argument!

Just as Gilgamesh's attention was drawn to Ramses II, a cruel glint flashed in the Gorgon's "gaze" hidden behind his eyepatch!

Her enormous, twisted figure moved like a ghost, silently circling behind Gilgamesh. Her snake-like hair and claws, imbued with terrifying curse power, slashed fiercely at the unsuspecting King of Heroes' back!

at this time--

Clang——! ! !

A dazzling golden holy spear, seemingly capable of tearing through the eternal night and bringing the hope of dawn, descended from the sky like divine punishment, striking the ground in front of the Matou family mansion with unparalleled precision!

The Holy Lance emanated an unparalleled divine aura and the absolute majesty of the "King of Ideals." Its power was so pure and strong that it even suppressed all the rage and chaos on the battlefield for a short time!

Immediately afterwards, under the shocked gazes of everyone, a golden-haired figure dressed in magnificent armor appeared silently beside the holy lance stuck in the ground, as if a true knight king had descended.

"To launch a sneak attack in the Holy Grail War is a despicable act, Berserker."

She slowly raised her head, revealing a face that was both familiar and yet seemed somewhat unfamiliar—a face that was perfect and dignified.