My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

In the words of a poet, it is the difference between inanimate objects and living things.

This is not a comparison within one dimension.

"Phew—good wine!" Iskandar reluctantly put down his empty glass.

Artoria took a sip and also showed a look of amazement.

Hui had already started pouring the second cup.

Gilgamesh looked around and felt a great sense of satisfaction seeing the naive and unsophisticated appearance of the three, including Hui.

I felt it was worth it to spend so much money to bring out that wine that had reached the level of a Noble Phantasm!

"Whether it's wine or sword, my treasury contains only the finest treasures. In that case, the question of who has the higher status among kings is already clear," Gilgamesh said matter-of-factly, drawing sidelong glances from Iskandar and Artoria.

Hui continued drinking.

“Haha~!” Iskandar retorted, “Archer, your finest wine certainly deserves the High Cup, but unfortunately, the Holy Grail and the wine glass are different. You must first tell us what grand ambitions you have placed upon the Holy Grail.”

“You have no right to order me around, you bastard, and you’re already wrong about the premise of fighting for the Holy Grail.”

"Hmm?" Iskandar cast a questioning glance his way.

“That was originally mine. All the treasures in the world can be traced back to my treasury.”

"So you mean you once possessed the Holy Grail? And you know what it is?"

"I don't know. Don't judge me by the standards of a monstrous cultivator. But since it's a treasure, it must be my treasure. You actually want to steal it from my treasury. You're quite bold, you thief."

The two began a heated debate over who should possess the Holy Grail.

Artoria listened intently to their exchange.

Hui... has started pouring the third cup.

Chapter 398 What is Power?

Artoria thought Gilgamesh's arrogant and outrageous words were complete nonsense: "Your words are no different from Caster's ravings. It seems that he is not the only deranged servant."

Gilgamesh's lips curled into a mysterious smile: "Oh dear~, so what's the truth...?"

Iskandar looked at Gilgamesh, his eyes narrowed, and said in a deep voice, "I do have some clues about this golden-haired man's real name."

"So, Archer, you mean that all I need to do to get the Holy Grail is get your permission?"

“Exactly.” Gilgamesh changed the subject. “But I have no reason to reward you mongrels.”

With Hye, the biggest threat, eliminated, Gilgamesh no longer takes other opponents seriously.

"Are you a stingy person?"

“What a joke. My favors should only be bestowed upon my subjects.” Gilgamesh was not angry when he heard Iskandar’s words. Instead, he looked at him and said, “So, Rider, if you are willing to submit to me, then I can bestow upon you a mere cup or two of wine at any time.”

"Haha, I can't accept this suggestion."

Iskandar answered without hesitation.

“However, Archer, you're not stingy with the Holy Grail, are you?”

"Of course, but thieves who intend to steal treasure must be punished accordingly. This is a matter of principle!"

After hearing Gilgamesh's domineering words, Iskandar asked again, "So, Archer, what kind of righteousness and reason lies behind this?"

“This law is the law that I, as king, have promulgated.”

Iskandar gazed at Gilgamesh for a long time, seemingly seeing something in the other's eyes, and then sighed, "Perfect. Only by upholding one's own laws can one be considered a king. But even so, I will not give up the Holy Grail."

If you want something, just plunder it; that's my approach.

After all, I, Iskandar... am the King of Conquerors.

As he finished speaking, Iskandar exuded an aura of dominance.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Iskandar's domineering aura at this moment.

Completely unaware... Hui had already put down her wine glass and started drinking directly from the pot.

Hui had no interest in the three's verbal sparring; what a boring bunch of talk about kings and laws.

A moment later, Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Then there's nothing I can do. You've broken the law, and I'll punish you. There's no room for excuses."

“In that case, there’s no other way but to draw swords against each other,” Iskandar retorted without backing down.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

After listening to their conversation, Artoria asked, "Conqueror King, you acknowledge that the Holy Grail rightfully belongs to someone else, yet you still intend to seize it by force?"

"Ah, yes."

"Why are you going to such lengths? What are you trying to achieve with the Holy Grail?"

Artoria and Gilgamesh stared intently at Iskandar, while Irisviel and Waver, not far away, were also looking at Iskandar. They were all very curious about what the legendary King of Conquerors wished for.

The usually rugged and bold Iskandar blushed, looking like a newlywed bride.

He downed his drink in one gulp, and under the influence of alcohol, said with a shy expression, "To obtain a physical body."

"...??"

The people present were somewhat doubting their ears.

They never imagined that the mighty King of Conquerors would have such a wish.

Shouldn't it be about conquering the world?

Surprised, Weber couldn't help but run to Iskandar, grab his thick arm, and shout, "Hey, isn't your dream to conquer the world?"

“Foolish. What’s the point of letting a cup conquer the world for me?” Iskandar slammed his elbow, sending Weber flying back several meters.

"Conquest is a dream I want to achieve myself. The Holy Grail is just the first step in realizing that dream."

"You scoundrel, is it really for such a trivial matter that you want to challenge me?" Gilgamesh put down his wine cup.

“This is no trivial matter.” Iskandar slowly explained his reason for wanting a physical body. “Although we now descend through magic, we are ultimately just Servants.”

I want to be reborn into this world, to become a real life, and to take root here.

To challenge the heavens and earth with one's own body.

That's the whole story of conquest.

Starting like this, progressing step by step, and ultimately achieving... that's my domineering style.

"I've made up my mind," Gilgamesh said solemnly after hearing Iskandar's words, "Rider, I will kill you with my own hands."

Iskandar responded, "I think there's no need to remind you now. I also want to take all the treasure from your treasury. Be careful."

Both of them implicitly acknowledged each other's path to power, and their eyes met with agreement.

“But Archer, drink these drinks first… drink them…”

Iskandar had intended to suggest finishing the wine first.

However, he then noticed that Hui, who was standing to the side, had already started drinking from the wine pot without any hesitation.

When did this happen?

How come he didn't notice at all?

“Hey! Berserker, you…” Iskandar didn’t know what to say.

"Phew~" Hui put down the empty pot, letting out a long sigh of relief, a few drops of nectar clinging to the corners of her pink lips. Combined with her stunningly beautiful face, flushed with a rosy hue, she looked absolutely gorgeous. "You...are you done talking?"

Hui noticed that everyone was looking at her, or rather, at the empty wine jug in front of her.

Suddenly, I felt a little embarrassed.

"Well, I drank a bit too much."

"Hmph! You country bumpkin who's never seen the world." Gilgamesh didn't forget to mock Hui, then opened the Gate of Babylon, and a similar golden wine jug slowly appeared.

He looked at Hui arrogantly, his smug eyes like those of a nouveau riche saying: "Country bumpkin, you didn't expect this, did you? This kind of good stuff that you've never even seen before is just an ordinary commodity that I can find everywhere!"

Hui was deeply hurt by the way the glittering rich man looked at the beggar.

This strengthened their resolve: they were determined to seize all of his valuable possessions.

However, at this moment, it's best to hold back and not disrupt your plans.

While Gilgamesh was getting the wine.

Iskandar turned to Hui and asked, "So, Berserker, what is your motivation for pursuing the Holy Grail?"

These words were spoken.

Everyone present turned their attention to Hui.

Even Gilgamesh, who was holding the wine, stopped what he was doing.

Without him.

Because Hui's identity is that of a god!

What desires might God have?

This inevitably arouses curiosity.

“Wishes…” Hui paused for a moment, and everyone else listened intently, 200% focused, afraid of missing a single word.

Hui continued:

"My wish, of course, is... of course, to become stronger!"

"...!???"

Everyone was stunned again.

If Iskandar's wish just now was to obtain a physical body, that was something unexpected.

But they couldn't understand why Hui said she wanted to obtain great power.

Looking at the environment around them as winter approached, everyone thought to themselves: It can already influence the planet, isn't that powerful enough?

“But your power is enough to change the terrain of a planet, isn’t that powerful enough?” Iskandar asked, echoing the thoughts of everyone.

And this time.