Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

She seemed a little thirsty, and after finishing her drink, she continued.

"In the end, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed to have bled out. After cursing me with all his might to never grow old and die, to be with the dead and curses forever, he died."

He finally finished speaking, but the room fell silent.

Even heroes like Iskandar the Conqueror fell silent. In their time, even statues of gods were worshipped on a high pedestal, and religious power was extremely expansive.

However, in the cruel age of gods, this was not actually a strange thing.

Finn, who lived in the same era as Scáthach, was also a legendary knight who killed a god, and his deeds are known to everyone in Celtic mythology.

"I see! Haha ...

The first to break the silence was none other than Gilgamesh. He pressed his hand to his chest and laughed without restraint, completely abandoning his dignity as the king of kings. He laughed so hard that he could barely hold his wine cup.

The purple nectar was thus sprinkled onto the ground.

"Is this funny?" Artoria asked, puzzled.

"Of course it's funny. No, you don't understand at all, King Knight. I originally thought that those things, those high and mighty races, would be special when they died, but I really didn't expect that, that's how it is."

At this point, the hero king was laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"It turns out that those guys died even worse than the warriors under my command. At least the warriors under my command are always fearless in the face of strong enemies and die bravely. Even I am proud of them."

After laughing wildly for nearly five minutes, Gilgamesh finally stopped.

“Caster, you’re quite amusing.” After taking a sip of red wine, Gilgamesh seemed to have returned to his role as the king of kings, and began to act dignified.

"So, what is your path to kingship, the Queen of the Land of Shadows?"

Iskandar had recovered from his shock and no longer dared to underestimate the purple-clad magician before him, even though she was just a Caster.

The master took a sip of wine and gazed into the distance.

"To be honest, I don't know what my path to kingship is, because the land I rule is inhabited only by the dead and curses, but if anyone stands in my way—"

At this point, the master quickly used magic to condense a red spear in his hand.

"Whether he is a human spirit or a god, I will ruthlessly annihilate him, even if I have to chase him to the ends of the earth, I will make him know the price he pays for offending me!"

After listening, Iskandar applauded.

"Slaughter and purging? Truly a ruthless king, your kingly way is truly admirable." Even the proud Gilgamesh, standing to the side, did not hesitate to express his praise.

Finally, it was the turn of the blond knight king.

"So, King Knight, what is your wish?" All eyes were now fixed on the King Knight's face.

As if she had been prepared all along, or as if her wish had never changed, Artoria put down the wine glass in front of her and faced the crowd with a serious expression.

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Chapter 32: The Holy Grail Questions (Part 2) (Seeking flowers)

"I will use the Holy Grail to go back in time and save my homeland, Britain!"

After Artoria finished speaking, the courtyard became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Unlike Scáthach, who remained thoughtful after speaking, Rider wore a look of utter dismay and shock, while Archer's smile was almost barely contained. His master, however, remained unchanged.

“Hey, little girl, did I hear that right? You want to use it to save Britain, which has already been destroyed? In other words, you want to deny the history you created with your own hands?” Rider scratched his head, looking quite troubled.

"Hahahaha, did you hear that, Caster? This guy, this guy actually said he would go to save his homeland? Is there anything funnier in the world?" And so, once again, Gilgamesh began to laugh wildly.

Artoria, standing to the side, bit her lip tightly; her anger was beginning to get out of control.

"Is this funny, Archer? My homeland was destroyed because of my mistakes, and I want to rely on the power of the Holy Grail to save it. What's wrong with that?"

Because of her excitement, Artoria spoke rapidly and erratically, and her voice, filled with uncontrollable rage, sounded almost like a roar.

"If you want to change the past, it means you're denying what you did, right?" The Conqueror's tone was calm, seemingly unaffected by Artoria's anger.

"So what!"

Saber finally broke free of her rage and roared furiously, her eyes bloodshot.

"Saber!"

The Conqueror's tone was no longer calm. He stood up, and his booming voice resounded throughout the Einzbern family's castle.

"Listen carefully, a true king should be the one at the top of everyone else. To have the finest wine, the best weapons, and the best palace, people should fear the king! It's not the king who serves the people, but the people who serve the king!"

Iskandar's words already revealed his clear dissatisfaction with Saber.

“But isn’t that a tyrant?” Artoria retorted defiantly.

"A king can be a tyrant, but a king must never regret the decisions he has made. I may have made the wrong decision, and the army may have failed as a result, and the people may have suffered as a result, but if I regret it, then I am a foolish king, even worse than a tyrant!"

Rider's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Artoria's head.

However, at this moment, Scáthach interrupted Iskandar.

"No, Rider, you're not right."

Scáthach's tone remained calm and unwavering; she was not affected by the emotions of either Artoria or Iskandar.

In mythology, Scáthach is depicted as "a wise woman who knows the causes and consequences of all things in the world, but remains silent." Indeed, she has spent most of her time as a listener.

But this time, she decided to go beyond simply listening.

"This world is vast. As heroes of different eras and countries, you must not stubbornly believe that you are the only ones who are right because of your own limited perspective, Rider, Archer."

The master now is like a true sage.

"The era in which the Knight King ruled was in Britain in the fifth century AD. At that time, the people of Britain were filled with the worship of chivalry. They believed in the noble and pure spirit of chivalry, and Saber, as the knight with the highest martial arts skills and the highest moral character, was naturally the most suitable king."

The master paused for a moment and then continued.

"And you, the Conqueror, are a hero from 300 BC. The people of the Macedonian Kingdom, where you were born, worship wealth and glory. The chivalry that Saber believes in is completely incomprehensible to you. So tell me, if you were to rule Britain through conquest and plunder, would you succeed?"

At this moment, Iskandar finally suppressed his anger, and Archer's contempt was no longer on his lips.

“If Britain were to be ruled by the same means as you, the Conqueror, I believe it would collapse quickly. People cannot accept a marauder who loves to drink as the king, and they cannot accept their king having any blemishes, Rider.”

"Similarly, Saber is the same. The people of the Macedonian Kingdom simply cannot understand what true chivalry is. Rider, your seemingly justifiable tyranny would quickly incite a popular uprising in Britain. Saber, the chivalry you advocate will never succeed in Macedonia."

After Caster finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent once again.

“But Saber, I’m not saying your wish is right. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to save your homeland, but have you ever thought about—”

Scáthach sighed softly. As a hero from the same Celtic mythology, she was extremely familiar with Artoria.

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Chapter 33: Assassin Attacks (Seeking Flowers)

"Will the Holy Grail really grant your wish?" Scáthach stared intently at the blonde girl in front of her.

"But it was precisely because the Holy Grail answered my wish that I was able to exist in this world. If it couldn't grant my wish, then why..."

At this moment, Artoria looked extremely dejected.

"No, I'm not saying the Holy Grail can't grant your wish, but the key question is, how does it grant your wish? The Holy Grail can't take you back to the fifth century AD, otherwise, due to the huge butterfly effect, the Holy Grail itself might not even exist."

Scáthach patiently explained to Saber.

"Then the Holy Grail might create an illusion that allows you to avert the destruction of Britain, or it might send you to a parallel world to save Britain in that world."

After listening to Scáthach's words, Artoria felt as if a string in her heart had snapped. Was the pillar that had supported her all this time just a lie?

Her face was gloomy and unpleasant.

"No, I can't do that. I can't just believe my own side of the story. The Holy Grail is an omnipotent wish-granting machine. With the Holy Grail, I can have any wish granted, any wish that can be granted..."

As if possessed, Artoria kept telling herself this incessantly.

Seeing her in this state, Scáthach sighed and said no more. She had thought that her words would make Artoria see reality clearly, but she was too naive. Only the cruel truth could shatter her deep-seated obsession.

She really has been carrying too much on her shoulders.

The kingdom's prosperity, the people's expectations, the camaraderie at the round table, and Mordred, Guinevere, and that ill-intentioned sister Morgan—she was just an ordinary person after all.

“Caster, you are a true sage. If this were the kingdom, I would probably hire you as a priest.”

After Gilgamesh finished the last cup of wine, he said, "Just kidding, of course only he is qualified to drink the last cup of wine."

At this moment, he finally abandoned his contempt. Even someone as powerful as him could not easily slay a god, and this queen of the Shadow Kingdom seemed to have killed more than one god.

Judging from her nonchalant expression, it seemed that there was no difference between a killing god and a pig. Although she was just a Caster, I must not let my guard down.

Inside the Tohsaka family's magic workshop.

"Rider and Caster's Noble Phantasms are still a mystery, but Caster is just Caster after all. Use Command Seals to have Assassin probe out Rider's Noble Phantasm. Don't worry about the cost. I've already made my decision."

Shichen touched the bright red Command Seal on his hand, the unease growing stronger with each passing moment. He had decided to no longer conceal his strength. Tomorrow, he would use the Command Seal to order Archer to eliminate the other Masters and Sevent, and finally order him to commit suicide.

Gilgamesh, with a magic resistance of only C, was powerless to defy the Command Seals, which was the reason for Toki's confidence. "It's just a pity that I wasted a Command Seal on the first day..." Little did he know that his apprentice possessed an armful of Command Seals.

A dart suddenly flew out of nowhere next to Rider.