Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"You may give me the time for this command spell."

Upon hearing this, Li Zheng froze on the spot.

"Also, tell that old Deng to keep a close eye on things, lest he actually get stabbed through the heart by a Jinhua ham and cause me trouble!"

Leaving behind those words, Zheng Jing flipped over and jumped, disappearing from Li Zheng's sight in a few moments.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair stood stiffly in front of the church, his face blank.

Li Zheng originally intended to give this command to Shi Chen.

More precisely, the idea of ​​using the power of oversight to reward Masters with Command Seals and mobilize them to kill Caster was a design intended to legitimately deliver the Command Seal to Tokiomi.

However, the initial plan to ambush Zheng Jing turned into an ambush of Caster...

After all the twists and turns, did this Command Seal end up in Shichen's hands?

But why?

Li Zheng couldn't understand why Zheng Jing would so easily give such a precious Command Seal to his opponent in this Holy Grail War.

Even if Zheng Jing, as a Servant, is capable of doing such a thing, does Zheng Jing's Master really have no objection to it at all?

And what Zheng Jing said just now...

What exactly happened?

-

"Squeak..."

The door to the lounge was slowly opened.

Kirei went inside.

After he came to Fuyuki with Risei, he turned this place into his private lounge, and Risei rarely came here on weekdays.

Today, however, there is an unfamiliar face in this lounge.

"archer?"

Looking at the blond man lying on the large sofa in the center, enjoying his collection of fine wines, who seemed more like the owner of the room than Kirei Kotomine himself, Kirei raised an eyebrow.

What brings you here?

"I heard you went out to play with that crazy monkey."

Gilgamesh chuckled softly as he swirled the red wine in his glass.

"Are you really that bored? You even go to those kinds of invitations."

"invite?"

With his back to Gilgamesh, Kirei Kotomine picked up the bottles of wine that he had carelessly tossed on the floor.

“The Venerable One did not invite me, nor am I worthy of the Venerable One’s invitation. It was I who asked the Venerable One to give me a ride.”

"Venerable One?"

Gilgamesh glanced at Kirei's retreating figure.

"You call him Venerable One? Shepherd."

"Your Excellency is not bound by trivialities and speaks of universal love; naturally, you should have such a magnanimous character. Moreover, Your Excellency has guided me through my confusion; simply calling you 'Your Excellency' is not enough to express my gratitude."

Gilgamesh frowned.

"Therefore, Gilgamesh."

After arranging the last empty bottle, Kirei sat down on the empty single sofa and looked at Gilgamesh, whose expression had changed.

"It's almost nightfall. Why are you here instead of with Master Shichen? What brings you here?"

Gilgamesh did not answer Kirei's question.

He suddenly abandoned his leisurely wine-tasting posture and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he threw the glass away.

Qi Li raised his hand and steadily caught it.

"Damn monkey."

Gilgamesh sat up, not even glancing at Kirei, and muttered to himself with a furrowed brow.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a few specks of golden dust, dissipating into the air and disappearing without a trace.

"..."

After placing the glass on the table, Kirei looked at it, remained silent for a while, and then, as if remembering something, got up and left the lounge.

A moment later, he returned, this time with a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Sitting on the sofa, Kirei took a sip of tea, paused, and then picked up a wine bottle containing some of Gilgamesh's unfinished wine.

After glancing at the glass and then at the bottle, Kirei took a sip of wine straight from the bottle.

The tea was a fine tea treasured by his father.

The wine was a fine wine from his own collection.

Logically speaking, it should taste no different from before; it's all bland.

But now, after downing a sip of tea and a sip of wine, Kirei couldn't help but laugh.

"Heh...haha...hahaha!"

Chapter 107: Go, cook me two dishes!

"So—that means! The library is about to close!"

Clutching at Iskandar's clothes, Weber struggled to pull his large frame away from the library staff.

"Hey, the sun hasn't completely set yet, has it? Why can't we make an exception? If you're worried, you can give me the key. After you've finished looking through the books here, we'll lock it for you when you leave, okay?"

As he spoke, Iskandar grabbed the shoulder of the staff member in front of him.

"How about it? I, the King of Conquerors, guarantee with my reputation that you will not suffer any loss to your collection of books!"

"Ah...no, sir..."

"Enough! Stop making a scene!!"

Finally, with Weber's pushing and pulling, Iskandar stopped torturing the poor staff member.

Of course, the main reason was that Weber asserted that the part of the information they were most looking for would not be in the Fuyuki City Library.

And the staff who finally escaped those giant hands will probably often talk to their colleagues about the super-muscular otaku they encountered that day, who called himself the Conqueror King, wore a large strategic pain suit, and was two meters tall...

"So, kid, where do you think we can find the most crucial information?"

In a small restaurant he randomly picked by the roadside, Iskandar, arms crossed, asked Weber, who was drinking coffee.

They spent most of their time today at the Fuyuki City Library.

Weber investigated the history of Fuyuki City.

He knew, of course, that according to the secrecy principles of magic, there was absolutely no way to find any clear information about the Holy Grail War in such a library.

However, a ceremony that uses a city as a battlefield, summoning historically renowned heroes to fight each other for the supposedly omnipotent wish-granting machine, cannot possibly have no impact on the city.

that's the truth.

Following the traces of concealment from the magical world and by examining various records of the city's history in the secular world, Weber could roughly determine that the previous Holy Grail War, namely the third Holy Grail War in Fuyuki, should have occurred on the eve of World War II.

That Holy Grail War was quite a big deal...

However, it is impossible to find out what exactly happened in the Third Holy Grail War, or even to find conclusive evidence to prove that Zheng Jing's words were true, in these libraries.

However, by investigating the history of Fuyuki City and combining it with some information gathered at the Clock Tower, Weber is now able to determine where they might find the information they want.

"Tohsaka, Matou, and Einzbern."

Weber used a fork to touch each of the three strawberries on the matcha mousse.

"As for the Matou family, it seems they were attacked at the very beginning of the war. My familiar was unable to get close at that time, so I don't know the specifics... but it's basically impossible to get the information we want from the Matou family."

"The remaining families are the Tohsaka family and the Einzbern family."

"The Tohsaka family... to be honest, it's unwise to go up against that archer right now."

"What? You think I'll lose to him?"

"That's not how it works! Are you really confident you can beat him in a short time?"

Webber glared at Iskandar: "If the two of you start fighting, it'll definitely make a lot of noise. If it goes on for too long, we risk being targeted!"

Iskandar laughed.

"Isn't this getting better and better? Very good, very good! As my Master Iskandar, I must maintain this momentum!"

He patted Webber hard on the shoulder, making Webber squeal and yell.

"So, you've decided to go straight to the Einzbern family's castle?"

Zheng Jing, sitting cross-legged in the oxcart, tilted his head after listening to Iskandar's explanation.

"That's right!"

Pulling on the reins, Iskandar laughed loudly.

"I never expected that you, Zheng-ge'er, were also planning to go find them!"

"I was wondering who to fight with tonight. Cotton is easy to find, but her hands are so clumsy. I'd rather fight with Brother Brush first."

Zheng Jing shrugged.

"But since you've already suggested drinking, let's have a drink together."

Upon hearing this, Iskandar laughed even more heartily.

"What...what are you thinking...?"

It was only at this point that Weber seemed to realize what was happening.

No, it should be said that these two big men didn't give him any time to think.

Just now, when Iskandar was driving and passing the Fuyu Bridge, he saw Zheng Jing shading his eyes with his hand and looking around at the highest point of the bridge. He actually went over and called Zheng Jing to get in the car.

Upon hearing Iskandar's shout, Zheng Jing didn't even ask any questions and jumped into the car without hesitation.

They called out and responded as if they had arranged it in advance.

Weber didn't even have time to protest!

"What's wrong? Drinking and eating are always better with more people and more fun."

As if not understanding why Webber looked like he was about to cry, Iskandar turned his head to look at him in confusion.

"Are we going there for drinks and dinner?!"

"Hey, Weber, that's not right of you. But you are indeed young, and you need to work on your interpersonal skills."

Suddenly, Zheng Jing grabbed him, and Weber froze.

It looks just like a fawn being cuddled and licked by a well-fed lion.

“Look, we went to their house to ask them for some advice, and they set out a table full of food. We can’t just go home empty-handed, can we? Right, Lao Kan?”

"Hahaha! You're right! You really still need to learn more about this, kid! Hahahaha—"

Weber is indeed young.

Indeed, I haven't learned much about interpersonal relationships and social etiquette.

But he felt that when Iskandar, carrying him and Zheng Jing, smashed a hole in Einzbern Castle with his chariot and rushed into the elegant hall, neither Saber's nor Lancer's servants had any warm and hospitable expressions on their faces.

Of course, whether or not he's hospitable is not up to Weber to decide.

"Heh heh... Hmm, not bad, a bit deserted, but spacious."

After putting down the barrel, Iskandar plopped down on the ground.

In front of him sat the dignified Knight King, also upright.

Beside the Knight King was Diarmuid.

"...The Einzbern family, what tricks are you playing?"