Magician in Type-Moon

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Although it is not a human, its fierceness and majesty are no less than those of other heroic spirits.

"Long time no see, buddy."

Rider wore a childlike, innocent smile and hugged the giant horse's neck tightly with both hands.

It was the legendary horse Bussefarath, which later became highly revered and deified.

In the King of Conquerors' camp, even horses have been elevated to Heroic Spirits.

Everyone was speechless with astonishment. Faced with this impressive army, even Archer, who also possessed an EX-rank super-powerful Noble Phantasm, put away his cold sneer.

They are a group of heroes who pin everything on the dream of the king and once followed the king to roam the earth.

The King of Conquerors materialized the undying loyalty of the people even after their deaths, transforming it into an exceptionally powerful Noble Phantasm.

Saber trembled all over. It wasn't that she was afraid of the power of Rider's Noble Phantasm, but rather that the Noble Phantasm itself had shaken the very foundation of her honor as the King of Knights.

Unconditional and wholehearted support.

The emotional bond between him and his subjects is so deep that it even reaches the level of a Noble Phantasm.

As an ideal king, the Knight King could never obtain this treasure in his entire life.

"The so-called king is someone who lives more freely than anyone else, and is revered by everyone!"

Rider mounted Busefalas and roared, and the hordes of mounted heroes echoed his words, banging their shields and cheering in unison.

Filled with overwhelming confidence and pride, the Conqueror looked down down at Saber, Archer, and Berserker from his high vantage point.

"A king is not detached from the world. It is because the king's ambition and hegemony are the will of all his subjects!"

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly!"

The heroic spirits' shouts shook the earth and soared into the sky.

Even the most powerful army and the thickest city walls are no match for the King of Conquerors' comrades, whose passionate fighting spirit is enough to split the sky and the earth.

"This is my kingly way, the ultimate form of dominance. I wonder if Archer and Saber can understand it?"

Shifting his focus, Rider directly questioned the souls of Archer and Saber, who were also kings.

"Stop giving orders, you bastard." Even surrounded by a group of heroic spirits, Archer's arrogance remained undiminished.

"Did you bring me into this barrier just to demonstrate your royal status? Do you really want my approval?"

"Oh? The king of ancient Babylon? Then I wonder if my way of kingship has gained your approval?"

Iskandar was not annoyed by Archer's sharp words; instead, he asked a cheerful question.

"Hmph, as far as one is concerned, he barely qualifies as a king," Archer replied coldly, his eyes still filled with arrogance and disdain.

Iskandar laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"Now that my right to be king has been recognized, your right to be king remains to be verified."

Archer snorted coldly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes:

"Hmph, how dare you question me? I am the king of kings, not a mere mortal like you. Do you even have the right to examine me?"

Saber holds the holy sword, his eyes resolute:

"Conqueror King, your kingly way has been demonstrated, but your jokes have gone too far. As a knight, such humiliation is unbearable."

Faced with the intensely hostile gazes of Archer and Saber, Rider seemed somewhat embarrassed and mumbled something, rubbing his temples with his knuckles bulging.

Although his actions may seem amusing, they do not diminish his imposing demeanor at all; he is truly a person with a very unique presence.

"In that case, tell us your desires for the Holy Grail, and let the Holy Grail judge everything! Let us see if your desires can surpass mine."

Matou Ike and Berserker stood to the side, seemingly outsiders. Matou Ike scratched his head, a helpless smile on his lips, looking at the three kings before him.

He knew that he was temporarily powerless to intervene in this battle and could only watch from the sidelines with peace of mind.

Berserker, his body covered in a swirling black mud, glanced back and forth between Gilgamesh, Iskandar, and Artoria, seemingly assessing the strength of each opponent.

"Extremely stupid!"

Archer spoke loudly, then gave Rider a mocking smile:

"The Holy Grail? That's nothing more than an ordinary treasure in my treasury. If you're going to use the Holy Grail to judge a king's worth, then this contest might not have been worth continuing in the first place."

"So you've ever possessed the Holy Grail before? You mean you know what the Holy Grail truly is?" Saber looked at Archer suspiciously, her eyes filled with doubt.

"do not know."

Archer dismissed Saber's question with a nonchalant tone.

"Don't judge me by the standards of you bastards. My treasures far exceed my comprehension, but as long as they are treasures, they can be confirmed as mine."

"How dare someone take my treasure without permission! No matter how greedy you are, you should think twice before you act."

Rider scratched his chin, still feeling there were some things he didn't quite understand, tilting his head with a puzzled expression.

"Then what exactly is your purpose in participating in this Holy Grail War? As a Heroic Spirit, shouldn't you be able to refuse a summons?"

Chapter 87 The Holy Grail Questions

"Since I've been summoned, I'll treat it as a chance to pass the time. But any thief who lays his hands on my treasures must be punished as he deserves. The key point is this matter of principle."

Archer responded to Iskandar's question with a hint of disdain.

"You mean..."

Rider seemed to understand Archer's views on the Holy Grail War more or less, but was still somewhat puzzled, and continued to ask:

Are you saying there's some justice or reason in your actions?

“It is the law,” Archer answered without hesitation.

"The laws that I, as a king, enforce."

Rider nodded, seemingly accepting his theory, and stopped pressing the matter, letting out a deep breath.

"A perfect statement: a ruler is one who upholds his own laws."

“But…” Rider smiled slightly.

"I want the Holy Grail so badly, and my approach is to seize it if I want it, because I, Iskandar, am the King of Conquerors."

“Then there’s nothing more to say. You’ve broken the law, and the True King will punish you. There’s no room for argument,” Archer said coldly.

“Well, in that case, we’ll have to resort to arms from now on.” Rider’s expression was no longer hesitant, and he seemed unusually cheerful. The two seemed to have reached a consensus, and they nodded to each other.

Saber kept his brow furrowed as he silently watched Archer and Rider gradually create a subtle atmosphere that was hard to define as either hostility or friendship.

Finally, Saber couldn't help but ask Rider:

"Conqueror King, now that you've acknowledged that the Holy Grail truly belongs to someone else, do you still intend to seize it by force?"

"Hmm? Yes, is that even a question? My way of kingship is 'conquest'... In other words, everything boils down to 'plunder' and 'aggression'."

Rider answered without hesitation, his expression full of composure and fearlessness.

Saber suppressed his rising anger and continued to ask:

"What desire do you have for the Holy Grail that makes you resort to such unscrupulous means?"

Rider seemed a little embarrassed, touched his face, jumped off Sephalas, walked in front of the crowd, and loudly proclaimed his wish.

"I desire your body..."

As he spoke, he pinched the arm of his Master beside him. Although it was just a light touch for the King of Conquerors, it hurt so much that Waver cried out, "No!"

This is an answer that no one would have expected.

Even Weber, upon hearing this, only felt a slight pain and before he could even complain about Rider's actions, couldn't help but scream in shock, seemingly more astonished than by the pain itself.

He immediately asked Rider:

"You! You! You! Your wish wasn't to conquer the world... Ahhh!!"

Rider used his usual forehead-flicking trick to shut the Summoner up, then shrugged and said:

"Fool, why would I let a cup conquer the world? Conquest is my dream, and the desire for the Holy Grail is merely the first step in realizing that dream."

"You bastard...you wouldn't be challenging me over such a trivial matter, would you?"

Even Archer looked surprised, but Rider remained very serious.

"Yes, although the Holy Grail War allows one to manifest in the mortal world, it is still a Servant, which makes things inconvenient."

"To this world, we are a miracle—but to this world, we are more like visitors from another world. Do you think that's enough?"

Rider clenched his fist, a determined smile appearing on his face, and continued:

"But I feel that's not enough. I want to become a living, breathing being and take root in this reborn world."

He waved his hand, as if to emphasize his determination, and looked firmly at the crowd.

Upon hearing Rider's words, Weber recalled Rider's strange habit of always resisting becoming a spirit and preferring to maintain a physical form.

Right now, he is indeed just a familiar called a Servant.

Even if he can speak, dress, and eat like a human, he is essentially no different from a ghost.

Why do you crave physical intimacy so much?

“Because that is the foundation of ‘conquest’.” Iskandar clenched his massive, bony hand tightly, looking at his fist as he murmured:

"To stand tall and face the world with one's own unique physical body is the true meaning of conquest. To take action, move forward, and achieve goals in this way is the king's domineering way."

He raised his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance, and continued:

"But right now I don't even have a physical body. This won't do. I can't even take the first step. I need a physical body of my own, a body that can stand tall and proud."

His voice was steady and powerful, and every word he spoke was filled with endless longing and determination.

Saber and Archer listened to his words, and although they had different thoughts, they could both feel his unwavering belief.

"Only by possessing a real body can one conquer this land and leave one's mark on this world."

After Iskandar finished speaking, he slowly lowered his fist and looked at his army with a firm and expectant gaze.

His spirits seemed to sense his determination, responding with resolute gazes and actions.

Each of them stood ramrod straight, filled with indomitable fighting spirit and loyalty to the king.