It's normal for an evil god to raise an Abyss.

"No, no, no! How did you know that this was the book I was reading?"

Rider's actions were completely beyond Waver's expectations, and Waver could not help but nervously refute loudly.

"This is the only book that was inserted into the bookshelf upside down. Only a fool would not be able to tell..."

After Rider took out the book, he looked at the title and made a puzzled sound.

"Eh? Alexander The Great... This is my biography, right?"

"..." Weber felt very embarrassed and wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"You are such a strange guy. Instead of believing in this kind of record whose authenticity cannot be verified, isn't it more reliable to trust the person standing in front of you? If you have any questions, why don't you just ask me directly?"

"Okay, okay, in that case I'll ask you!"

Waver half cried, as if he had given up on the treatment. He snatched the book from Rider, turned to the page he was most interested in, and pointed it to Rider.

"Look! The historical records of you say that you were a very short person, so why do you appear to be such a big, stupid person now?"

"I'm short? Where did you see that?" Rider became even more confused after hearing this record.

"You see, it is said that after you conquered the Persian Empire, you sat on the throne of Dareios, but your feet couldn't reach the platform, so they had to replace it for you."

"You mean Dareios? That's true. Compared to him, I am indeed short."

Rider looked up at the sky with an expression of missing an old friend.

"That emperor, not only has great stature, but also a very majestic figure. He is indeed a ruler worthy of the powerful Persian Empire."

"Aren't you angry that your own history is being casually written by others?"

"Hmm? There's nothing to worry about, right?... Is this weird?"

Weber said with some surprise:

"No matter which era the rulers are in, they all want their names to be passed down to future generations. If they knew that there were errors or omissions in the records of themselves, they would definitely be angry."

"Perhaps it's just as you said. If I can leave my name in history, it would be equivalent to immortality to some extent. But to me, all this is meaningless. Rather than having only my name exist in a book like that for two thousand years, it's better for me to live another twenty years with a life like this."

Rider replied with a wry smile.

"..." Weber fell silent for a moment.

Anyone with a little knowledge of history knows that Alexander the Great, who created a vast empire spanning Asia, Africa and Europe, died after only thirty years.

No matter how people in later generations sigh for the tragedy of his untimely death, it cannot compare to the lament for his short life coming from his own mouth. No matter how light the tone is, it sounds very heavy to others.

On the way home, Weber remained silent.

Originally, Waver thought that the Holy Grail War was just a small magic ceremony in the Far East, but after the battles in the past few days, his view has completely changed; in the battle last night, Rider's Noble Phantasm left a deep impression on him.

With such a powerful Noble Phantasm, there is no reason for Rider to fail. He will surely defeat all enemies and win the final victory.

However, this can indeed be seen as a victory for King of Conquerors Iskandar, but where is the victory for me, Waver Velvet?

Weber deeply felt his own insignificance.

This kind of battle...if it continues like this until the end, I will definitely not change anything.

Being around an overly powerful Heroic Spirit only made Waver feel more helpless, insignificant, and humiliated. This made him feel even more ashamed compared to the humiliation he suffered in the Clock Tower.

"Hmm? What's wrong, kid? Why haven't you spoken for a long time?"

Waver looked up and saw Rider looking down at him with his usual incredibly innocent smile.

"I was thinking that having a Servant as powerful as you who can naturally obtain the Holy Grail is not something I should be proud of. I might as well sign a contract with a Servant like Assassin to show my value!"

(Hassan: Are you polite?)

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t know how many times you would have died by now…” Rider scratched his head.

"I'm not afraid! If I were afraid of death I wouldn't be participating in the Holy Grail War!"

"Don't worry, don't worry~"

Unlike Waver's excitement, Rider still wore a nonchalant smile and gently patted Waver's head to comfort him. Waver felt as if his fist had hit cotton, with nowhere to exert force.

"How about this, if the wish you want to fulfill after you obtain the Holy Grail can impress my lofty ambitions, then I, the King of Conquerors, will obey your orders from now on. How about your wish to grow taller?"

"That's not the case..."

"Hey kid, don't be so anxious. No matter what, this war can't be considered the pinnacle of your life, right?"

Rider patted Waver gently and continued,

"If you really want to pursue a life full of glory and dreams, then fight for yourself. It won't be too late to find a battlefield that suits you after that."

"..." Weber fell silent again, thinking about something.

After the King's Banquet, Waver couldn't help but have a question:

What kind of person is this guy who is so arrogant and so confident in his own strength?

With such doubts in mind, Waver consulted historical data, and the more he learned about this man's deeds, the more he felt——

——This man simply possessed a power that was hopelessly strong and could not be matched by any mortal.

Chapter 45: Order with the Command Spell

Rider took out the world map that he never left behind and pointed at it while saying:

"Okay, kid, look here, look at the enemy in front of us."

On the A2-sized paper, a map of the entire world is drawn. The "enemy" that Rider refers to is the entire world.

"Here, try to draw both of us in proportion next to our 'enemy', and compare me and you side by side."

Faced with Rider’s nonsensical question, Waver sighed helplessly:

“How can this be drawn…”

"That's right, it can't be drawn, no matter how thin the pen is. Even if you use the tip of a needle to draw it, it will appear too big. Compared to the 'enemy' in front of us, you and I are equally tiny. Since we are equally tiny and invisible, what's the point of comparing our sizes?"

"But it is precisely because of this that I feel even more motivated!"

Rider laughed loudly and placed his fist on his left chest.

"The smaller I am, the more I can rely on my tiny body to dominate the whole world. This is the most exciting feeling! Listen, this is the excitement of my conquering the king's heart!"

“…” Waver was completely impressed by Rider’s aura.

Indeed, in front of Rider, who had such a broad mind, all the worries and annoyances in his heart were just trivial matters that were not worth mentioning. Such trivial annoyances were not even visible to the King of Conquerors.

“…Anyway, what you mean is that it doesn’t matter what kind of Master I am. No matter how weak I am, it won’t be a problem for you anyway, right?”

"Ha, why would you think so?"

Rider smiled bitterly and patted Waver on the back.

"Boy, your inferiority complex is a sign that you are about to develop the spirit of a king. No matter how I explain it to you, you will always feel insignificant in the end. But even knowing this, you still insist on moving towards a higher goal. From my experience, the seed of 'dominance' has begun to sprout in your heart."

"You are not praising me at all, you are just treating me like a fool..."

"Hehe, but you are indeed silly and cute."

Rider continued speaking with a frank smile.

"If I had really signed a contract with a Master whose ambition and ability were similar to yours, I would have felt quite bored. But your wish far exceeds your ability. People like you who are willing to pursue 'unreachable honor' were the basic principles of life in my era. That is why it is really a pleasure to sign a contract with a silly boy like you."

Waver turned his face away unconsciously, not daring to look directly at Rider's innocent smile.

In this somewhat strange atmosphere, the two of them gradually got closer to home.

The Rider who was walking in front suddenly stopped, and Waver bumped into him without paying attention.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Waver took a step to the side so that his sight would not be blocked by Rider’s tall body.

Then, Waver saw a woman in a maid outfit waiting at the door.

The woman bowed with a rare aristocratic etiquette and handed over an envelope that could be described as somewhat luxurious with both hands.

"This is the challenge letter that Lord Dihong asked me to hand over to Rider personally. The time is late tonight and the location is Fuyuki Bridge. I hope you can keep the appointment."

"Is it Caster? I didn't expect that she would be unable to hold back and fight so soon. Fine, I accept it!"

Rider laughed heartily.

"The letter of challenge has been delivered. Please allow me to take my leave first."

The maid walked away slowly and gracefully.

"Okay, we're finally home, kid, let's play some games!"

"There will be a battle tonight, don't you want to formulate a strategy?"

Weber was speechless.

"It doesn't matter what happens. It's still early in the evening. Let's play games first. Hurry up."

Unable to suppress Rider’s excitement, Waver was dragged into the house.

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"Hmm? Boy, are you awake?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Rider smiling at him. Waver sorted out his thoughts which had become a little confused due to sleep.

Rider dragged me to play games in the afternoon, and maybe because I was too tired, I fell asleep. Now looking at the darkness outside the window, I guess it must have been night.

Rider had stopped playing video games and was absorbed in reading Homer's Iliad.

"It's still a while before late at night, you can go back to sleep for a while."

"We're about to fight, how can I sleep?... And the opponent is Caster..." Waver smiled bitterly.

"Don't be so anxious, just calm down and treat it. Although there's no basis for it, I have a feeling that I can have a good fight with Caster tonight."

Waver nodded gently and did not ask the reason, because he trusted Rider's intuition. The King of Conquerors' sixth sense was much more reliable than Waver's half-baked experience.

The time was almost up. Rider walked out the door and into the courtyard. Thunder rumbled, and the oxcart with lightning reappeared.

Rider stepped onto the chariot and shouted to Waver, who was still hesitating at the door frame:

"Come on, boy, let's rush to the battlefield."

Upon hearing Rider's invitation, Waver did not intend to go with Rider as usual, but just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Waver Velvet once thought that he was a winner and was very proud of it.

But now it’s different. After seeing a real hero with my own eyes, I now understand my own incompetence and insignificance.

Waver understood that the glorious path that King of Conquerors Iskandar was about to embark on could not be tarnished at will.

The bereaved dog also has its own thoughts. At least, what I can do is stare at the noble back that is beyond my reach——

"My Servant, I, Waver Velvet, issue the command using the Command Seal—"

The young man took a few steps forward, and solemnly raised his clenched right hand, on which was the Command Seal that had not yet been used. This was the shackle that bound the hero in front of him, and the biggest obstacle blocking his path to becoming a hegemon.

Chapter 46: The Army Returns

Waver took a deep breath and continued in a serious tone:

"Rider, you must achieve the final victory."

The first Command Spell flashed a red light and disappeared.

"Once again, I command you with the Command Seal - Rider, you must seize the Holy Grail."

The second Command Spell disappeared in the same way.

“Finally, I will command it with the Command Spell—”

Waver firmly raised his hand with the last Command Seal drawn on it, and looked directly at the King sitting on the chariot. At least at this moment, he could look him in the eye without any fear. This was the last and only honor that belonged to Waver Velvet as a Master.

All three Command Spells were quickly consumed, and a small whirlwind blew up, but Waver did not feel any regret. On the contrary, he felt unprecedented comfort, an emotion called "pleasure".

"Phew... In this case, I will no longer be your Master."

Weber lowered his head and turned to go back to the house.