I, the little cat, am a substitute for others who are starving and thin

"My king."

Lancelot got off the motorcycle that he had transformed into a treasure (it wasn't provided by Ritsuka anyway) and knelt on one knee in shame.

Then he felt the little girl behind him pat his head and make a dissatisfied sound: "Why are you begging for mercy before you even hit me?"

You are so disappointing. The cat despises you.

17

Chapter 17 Whose cup is it?

"Is this all for me?"

Yimi held a box as big as a birthday cake and looked up at Iskandar, and her impression of this annoying big guy changed a little.

"I wanted to share it with Saber, but it seems to have triggered something that cannot be said."

Iskandar looked confused, unable to figure out the situation at this moment.

Ritsuka took the cake from Koneko and looked inside through the transparent layer on one side: "This thing...if you don't know, you would think you are trying to poison my Ruler."

Chocolate flavor.

There is no guarantee that Ruler will be fine after eating it. Some powerful heroes in history and mythology may be unexpectedly attacked by ordinary creatures.

"Is this actually poisonous? Modern people are surprisingly cunning. I paid properly this time."

Iskandar crossed his arms, his face full of confusion.

"'This time', huh?"

Ritsuka caught the word, her eyes meeting between him and Waver.

Mr. El-Melloi knew what she was thinking. He was probably thinking, 'This pair is also very compatible,' right?

But this time, since it was in front of the King of Conquerors, Li Xiang was very considerate and didn't say anything. He squatted down to unwrap the cake and comforted the greedy kitten: "Wait a moment, I will help you cut out the edible part."

"Well……"

Yimi stood aside and waited obediently.

Mrs. Ai Li naturally reached her hands to both sides of Yi Mi from behind and held her in her hands.

She didn't resist, so good.

Reach out and tease her.

"Sir Lancelot, was it because of me that you were reduced to the point of descending as a Berserker?"

At this time, Artoria finally figured out Lancelot's job description.

After all, including the extra-class Ruler girl, servants of all classes have already appeared.

"Such rhetoric is truly a headache, my king."

Lancelot lowered his head. "For someone like me who contributed to Britain's demise, Saber's class is undoubtedly an irony. Berserker is naturally the class most suitable for someone like me."

"Have you always thought so, Sir Lancelot..."

"Hahahahahahaha—this really was a good show for me. As an actor, I can only reluctantly praise you for your performance."

A servant with a golden glow appeared amidst the harsh words. He was the last person invited by Iskandar.

"Archer..."

Gilgamesh narrowed his crimson eyes and looked down at the person he thought wouldn't show up. "It's supposed to be the King's banquet, but you invited some weirdos to show up here, you bastard."

"Don't say that. Being narrow-minded doesn't embody the character of a true king. I'm actually curious. You've been looking at Ruler strangely since the first day. Is it because you're one of the Four Horsemen that you're afraid?"

Iskandar nonchalantly handed over the wine vessel and said, "You're late, so drink a glass as a punishment."

"Why, you're such a lunatic who dares to call himself 'King', but you can't see that this brat's spiritual base is completely different?"

Gilgamesh sniffed the wine in the vessel, took out his own good wine from the golden ripples and threw it over with disgust.

"It's like it was deliberately fabricated for the purpose of coming here, and was forcibly inserted into a stage that doesn't belong to it in an unpleasant way."

"Spiritual base?"

Iskandar took a sip of the wine offered. "This is truly a rare and exquisite wine, but the Holy Grail is not a wine glass. What great aspirations are driving you to pursue the Holy Grail? You must clearly explain this."

Gilgamesh maintained his proud demeanor. "Pursue? That's an interesting way of putting it. It's my possession. All the treasures in the world, if you trace them back to their origin, all come from my treasury. You're so bold as to want to claim them for yourself."

"That's nonsense. If Caster were still alive you should sit at the same table with him."

Saber naturally disagreed.

"The Holy Grail is mine!"

There is someone here who has an even bigger opinion.

"You're right!"

Her Master even agreed.

"Are you still going to talk about the referee's twisted logic, Ruler?"

"Well, although you probably won't believe me now, this Holy Grail itself has problems."

Mr. El-Melloi's signal seemed to have finally recovered.

"Who's sneaking around? Sir Lancelot's Master?"

Saber looked around warily.

"Even if you didn't take in the entirety of yesterday's events, you should have noticed the Command Seal on Ruler's hand, right?"

El-Melloi sighed helplessly, "You can think of me as Fujimaru's teacher. As for our existence... you can think of us as people from the future. Saber's true Master should have already investigated Fujimaru's identity and found it non-existent."

There is no guarantee for this. Even Emiya Kiritsugu himself is the kind of person who constantly uses fake identities.

"The fact that Ruler appeared in the Holy Grail War itself means something is wrong. The Einzberns should know this better than I do. During the Third Holy Grail War, the Servant you summoned illegally contaminated the Holy Grail."

Irisviel lowered her head and pondered for two seconds. "Actually, we received news this morning that the clan leader was assassinated for unknown reasons. I can't confirm anything you said."

"what?"

This was somewhat unexpected for Mr. El-Melloi.

"People from the future? That's an interesting idea."

Iskandar laughed twice, then quickly calmed down. "But there's no reason for us to trust a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face, right?"

"You actually said that about me..."

There was no convincing reason, and El-Melloi was not surprised at all. Apart from killing Caster and signing Berserker, they had not made any significant achievements. This was purely due to Ruler's strength. The real names of all servants at this time period were actually meaningless. Even if they could be said at the beginning, it would explain Ruler's job skills.

"Rather than that, I'm more curious about Miss Ruler's reason for saying the Holy Grail is yours."

Iskandar turned his gaze to Yimi.

Li Xiang finally removed the chocolate part and kept it for himself, but the kitten grabbed it without any care.

"Shall I feed you?"

Irisviel quickly stopped him.

"That's easy to imagine, right? According to legend, the 'Holy Grail' is supposed to be the cup that the Son of God used to drink."

Ritsuka responded on behalf of Yimi.

"That's what she said, Archer."

Iskandar looked at Gilgamesh happily, observing his reaction.

"Son of God... is that the reason? Is your appearance God's will to seize the Holy Grail, Ruler?"

Saber hesitated for a second, then looked at Lancelot.

"Sir Lancelot... and you, what is your wish for appearing in this Holy Grail War?"

"My king, I only hope to receive your punishment."

Lancelot bowed his head reverently.

18

Chapter 18 You won’t bully the weak and fear the strong, will you?

"what?"

Altria was a little confused for a moment.

Because she is a woman as King Arthur in this world, she never thought that the illicit love between Lancelot and Guinevere was wrong. Instead, she felt ashamed towards Guinevere from the beginning, and in order to help her hide her identity, she had to complete a wedding that ultimately had no result.

From the perspective of God, or even Lancelot himself, the collapse of the Knights of the Round Table started with their illicit love affair.

From being caught by Agrawen and Mordred and beating the former to death, to rescuing Guinevere from the stake and beheading Gawain's friends, all of these gave Mordred the opportunity to take advantage. However, after receiving Gawain's dying letter for help, the legend of King Arthur had already ended by the time he arrived, and he could only spend the rest of his life in self-blame and regret.

Perhaps the Holy Grail sensed his wish and summoned him to the Holy Grail War where King Arthur existed.

"Look up, Sir Lancelot."

Altria supported the other person and said, "I have never blamed you."

She glanced at Yimi, the other party's current master, and didn't seem to have any objections.

"My king...even though you are so noble, the only thing I crave is your encouragement."

Such words could not dispel Lancelot's self-blame.

"I remember that the Servant's memories shouldn't be able to bring back the Heroic Spirit itself."

Iskandar, who was watching from the sidelines, shook his wine glass. "Knight King, you have a good follower too."

Even if Lancelot is killed by Artoria here, his original body cannot be redeemed.

"And what about you, King of Knights? What is your own wish?"

"Needless to say, I'm going back to save Britain."

Saber answered without hesitation.

But it made the other two guys sneer and find it funny.

"Did I hear you correctly, little girl? Do you want to deny all the history you created?"

"What's so funny about this?"

Saber didn't understand. "The country that entrusted the sword to me has been destroyed. I am deeply saddened by this."

Not to mention him, most of the other people present didn't understand why these two were laughing.

"Not only do you deny the history left by you and your followers, you also insult everyone else who helped create that era. You are not a king, you are just a little girl shackled with the shackles of a 'king'."

Iskandar looked at Yimi, who was busy eating after arriving and said, "You live a much more tiring life than a real little girl."

"What did you say?"

"So, soldiers who follow the King of Knights, what do you think of your king's wishes?"

The King of Conquerors rested his arm on the wine barrel he had brought with him and looked at Lancelot with interest.

Lancelot closed his eyes and forcefully defended himself, "The King's desire to change must be due to our actions causing dissatisfaction in his heart. However, this does not give you, Rider, a reason to slander him with your own opinions."

After hearing this, Artoria finally reacted. She had just said that she did not blame Lancelot, but now she suddenly said that she wanted to go back and change, which seemed a bit ambiguous.

"That's not what I meant, Sir Lancelot..."

"Hahaha, you really are the best clown, Saber. I really like you more and more."

Gilgamesh smiled happily.

The age of the Servant when it comes is not necessarily a certain age, and his age is almost the same as before he met Enkidu. Before he met Enkidu, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a villain who robbed men and women.

"Let them argue on?"

Ritsuka muttered.

"Don't worry about them. The troublemakers will show up soon anyway."

El-Melloi said so.

This made Lixiang feel a little curious: "Mr. Kong Ming seems to know more than a little about this Holy Grail War?"