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Saber's emerald green eyes stared straight at Rider.

"What wish do you hope to fulfill by going to such lengths?"

Rider paused slightly in the hand holding the wine glass.

He took a big gulp of wine, and the alcohol had already given his cheeks a flush.

He didn't answer the question as readily as he had when answering Archer, but remained silent for a few seconds.

For a straightforward and outspoken conqueror, those few seconds of silence were a sign of solemnity.

"I want a physical body."

Everyone was stunned.

Even Archer paused slightly as he drank.

What happened to conquering the world?

Iskandar the Conqueror.

The man who once shouted to his army, "Marching towards the end of the sea!"

Shouldn't his desire to compete for the Holy Grail be to continue his unfinished conquest and let his iron hooves trample over every inch of unconquered land on this planet?

Seeing the astonished expressions on everyone's faces, Rider tilted his head back and gulped down another bowl of wine.

What's the point of letting a cup conquer the world for me?

"Conquest is the dream I want to achieve. The Holy Grail can only accomplish the first step in achieving my dream."

"Give me a body that can walk freely in this world."

"I will walk the rest of the road myself, every single step of it."

"With these feet, with these hands, with this sword, that's what conquest is all about."

"Letting a wishing machine grant my wish—that's not conquest, that's charity!"

The live chat exploded at that moment.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! I'm going to copy down that line from the Emperor and frame it on the wall!!"

"Letting the Holy Grail conquer the world for me is called charity. I declare that the Great Emperor is the most domineering character in the Fate series to date!"

"That's what a true champion is!! Not entrusting their dreams to any external force; the Holy Grail is merely a tool. Dreams can only be realized through their own efforts!!"

"Rider's values ​​are truly amazing. From the first episode to now, every word he says makes people genuinely want to follow him into battle."

Meanwhile, Tokiomi Tohsaka and Kirei Kotomine are plotting.

A map of Fuyuki City was spread out in front of them.

The chess pieces represent three Servants and their Masters.

Shichen believes that Archer and Rider will inevitably clash sooner or later.

However, Rider's true strength remains unknown.

He didn't reveal his trump card in the previous battles.

Shichen looked at Kirei and said, "Why don't we send an Assassin while they're drinking?"

Kirei immediately understood the meaning of the time.

Servant Assassin.

The Heroic Spirit summoned in the Fourth Holy Grail War as an Assassin has the ability to create clones and can appear in multiple locations simultaneously.

If they launch a direct attack, Assassin would be no match for the three King-rank Servants.

However, if a surprise attack is launched while Rider is drunk, even if the assassination fails, it can force Rider to reveal his true strength and trump cards.

This wave, regardless of success or failure, will only result in profit and no loss.

A more fundamental lack, like a well dug very, very deep, with no water at the bottom, only an endless, dark void.

Saber has remained silent ever since he heard Rider say "I want a body".

She kept thinking.

Saber's thought structure is a typical example of chivalrous thinking.

After Rider and Archer's conversation about wine and law, conquest and dreams, she finally sorted out what she wanted to express.

"This kind of thinking is not the way of a king."

In Saber's view, a true king should dedicate himself to his country.

As the King of Knights of Britain, she lived her life by upholding this belief.

She pulled the sword from the stone, relinquished all the happiness of being an ordinary person, and ruled Britain in perfect splendor, ultimately falling at the Battle of Camlann.

Her wish was to use the Holy Grail to return to the day of the election and change the fate of Britain's destruction.

She wants to rewrite that history—for her people.

Archer burst into laughter upon hearing Saber's words.

Saber asked, puzzled, "What's so funny?"

Rider put down his glass, the drunkenness on his face seemingly fading away considerably at that moment.

"The king cannot sacrifice himself for the country; it should be the country and the people who sacrifice themselves for the king."

Saber was stunned.

She looked directly at Rider. "What's the difference between that and a tyrant?"

"I am a tyrant."

Rider replied without hesitation, "But I am still better than a tyrant like you."

Saber wanted to argue, but Rider raised a hand to stop her.

He hadn't finished speaking.

"A true king should not deny the history he has etched."

The fall of Britain, the blood and fire of the Battle of Camlann, and the dying gazes of the knights who followed her to the very end.

He knew that Saber wanted to rewrite history with the Holy Grail.

Because he knew this, he had to use the sharpest words to cut open this wound.

"You dedicated your entire life to Britain, so you feel you have the right to deny that ending, right?"

"But that ending is not yours alone; it is the shared ending of all the subjects who created that era with you."

"If you try to erase it with the Holy Grail, you are denying the history they etched with their lives."

Saber stared blankly at Rider.

"If your empire were to perish, if your life's work were to crumble after your death, wouldn't you feel even the slightest regret?"

She wasn't attacking Rider; she was asking a question that had tormented her her entire life.

She wanted to know the answer.

She hoped someone could give her another answer.

Rider lowered his eyelids and remained silent for a long time.

"It will hurt, it will shed tears, but I will never regret it."

"To regret such a foolish act would be an insult to everyone who created that era, including myself."

Rider raised his glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, "including all your subjects."

Saber remained silent for a long time.

She slowly shook her head, not that she didn't accept Rider's words.

In fact, she couldn't refute it.

But she still couldn't accept it.

"A king should protect the weak, rule correctly, and govern properly; this is the true meaning of a king."

"A true king should dedicate himself to his ideals."

Rider suddenly stood up.

"A king without desires is not even as good as a vase!"

Weber instinctively took a step back, and Irisviel clenched her fists.

But Saber didn't move. She sat there, meeting Rider's gaze, her face showing no fear.

She simply endured the oncoming force quietly, with the sword wound behind her that had remained unhealed for a thousand years.

"A true king is one who possesses the strongest greed, the most intense anger, and the ability to devour both the pure and the impure."

"He wanted to hate, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to tread on uncharted territories, he wanted to touch everything in the world with his own hands! He wanted to drink both the pure and the impure, for all time!"

Rider pointed at Sbaer, "And you, the justice and ideals you hold high, are the banner of heroes, not the banner of kings."

"You have never shown your desires to your subjects, ignored their confusion, and indulged in your own ideals alone. This is not the mark of a true king."

Saber was moved; she was never one to avoid questions, but right now she truly couldn't answer.

She had vaguely touched the edge of the answer, an answer that could overturn everything she had believed during her fifteen years in power.

"Holy crap!! Saber was completely devastated by what the Emperor said! Seeing Saber's expression broke my heart!!"

"I initially thought the Emperor was too radical, but now that I think about it, a true ruler needs ambition. How can someone without desire lead others forward?"

"Actually, there's a blind spot. Saber is the King of Knights, and she embodies the spirit of chivalry. Her problem isn't that she doesn't know how to be a king, but that she demands herself to be a king according to the standards of a knight. These two identities are inherently in conflict."

"Everyone's era is different, and the way of governance is also different. Saber's logic is not wrong in medieval Britain, but Rider's logic can be valid in any era. This is the difference in perspective."

"Saber, why don't you forget about your Britain? There's nothing good to eat there, and the climate is terrible. Come to China instead. We don't have any strict requirements for a Knight King here. You'll be treated as an honored guest."

"You're throwing your abacus beads at my face! Is that how you welcome the Knight King? You're just after his ahoge!"