I'm really not a top magician

But compared to other magicians who only study hard, Aika Sajo knows how to use these little pieces of knowledge.

As expected of Sado-senpai!

Thinking that Caster's workshop had been found, Lisa quickly suggested: "Well, in that case, let's go and destroy Caster!"

"Don't be so anxious."

Sajo Aika stopped Lisa, "According to my research, it's not easy for us to deal with Caster's Noble Phantasm alone. If we don't deal with it, it may endanger the residents of Fuyuki City."

"What if we call Berserker?" Lisa asked.

"Berserker's Noble Phantasm isn't suitable for dealing with Caster. Waver and Altria are the best choices. The more allies you have, the safer you are."

"As for Weber...he's not easy to find."

Lisa was silent. Her emotions towards Waver were a bit complicated. After all, among the several notoriously annoying people in the Clock Tower, she was the second to last, and Waver was the last.

As the second to last one, I am still very grateful for this last one.

"Is it difficult to find... That's not necessarily true."

As Sajo Aige said this, she turned her head to look out the window at the noisy house next door.

ps: Today's update

Chapter 165 Banquet Invitation [Two Chapters Combined into One]

"What Assassin was killed?"

Weber was a little surprised by this overly simple result.

The mouse he had just controlled through his familiar had been monitoring the situation in the Tohsaka family.

This level of magic was something Waver could do with his talent.

In the prologue of the Holy Grail War, Waver chose to start by monitoring the Matou and Tohsaka families as the safest strategy. Although there is still the Einzbern family's villa in the mountains and forests on the outskirts, it seems that the Magician of the North has not yet come to Japan. Judging from the current situation, there is no need for special surveillance.

On the surface, neither of their families seemed to be taking any special actions. The master of the Matou family seemed to be frequently entering and leaving the mansion recently, as if he was looking for the enemy. However, Waver did not care about such threats.

As for the Tohsaka family...

He thought it would be as boring as the Matou family, but he didn't expect that what happened just now was completely unexpected.

"Hey, Rider, there's progress. One of the Servants has been killed."

But even if he called out like this, the giant man sleeping in the bed just nodded in agreement, and then continued to sleep without even turning over.

Weber was very dissatisfied with the giant man's attitude.

He had been ordered to transform into a spirit when he did not need to appear, but Rider always maintained this burly figure, saying that it was very comfortable to have a body.

The longer the materialization lasted, the more magic power the Master would have to waste to provide to the Servant to maintain it. Although this waste was unnecessary for Waver, Rider didn't care at all.

There is another thing that Weber can't stand.

What did Rider do after wasting so much of Waver's precious magic?

In fact, he had done nothing.

No matter how Weber tried to persuade him to go on reconnaissance, he refused to listen and just slept comfortably or watched rented DVDs while munching on pancakes.

A Servant like this is a bit unreasonable no matter how you look at it.

"Hey, let's be serious! Assassin has been killed! The Holy Grail War has begun!"

"Ah."

"Hey!"

Webber, who couldn't bear it anymore, raised his voice and shouted, and Rider finally turned to face him with a face full of reluctance.

"I said, who is that assassin? He is just a mouse hiding in the darkness and stealing things. He is no match for me at all."

Ever since he summoned this Servant, Waver had been so angry with him that his stomach ached. If he continues like this, when he gets the Holy Grail, he will be so angry that he will have a stomach ulcer.

Weber kicked the question of the big man in front of him out of his mind and began to make plans for the future.

Anyway, it was really lucky that Assassin was the first to be killed.

Waver knew that Rider, his Servant, possessed powerful combat abilities and was the type suited for head-on confrontation.

The most threatening thing to him are those enemies who try to attack him from behind.

Assassin is that kind of enemy.

Caster is also very troublesome, but compared to Assassin who can approach you silently, the latter poses a greater threat to you.

Saber, Lancer, Archer, the three great knights, and Berserker, who only has brute strength, are not to be feared. As long as Rider's abilities and Noble Phantasms are used, he can defeat them and win.

Now, as long as we can find Caster's true identity...

"Speaking of which, how was Assassin killed?"

Rider slowly sat up from the bed and suddenly threw these words at Waver.

"Hey?"

The sudden seriousness took Waver a while to recover from his shock.

"I said, didn't you see the Servant who defeated Assassin?" Rider repeated.

Weber was speechless when asked.

Because what I saw through the familiar's vision was a little blurry.

"It seems to be Tōsaka's Servant. Whether from his appearance or his attack techniques, he is a powerful guy with a glittering golden light. Anyway, at that moment, I don't know what happened..."

"That's what matters. You idiot."

"As he spoke with such a foolish voice, Waver suddenly felt as if his brows were exploding. Feeling a pain beyond his imagination, Waver suddenly leaned back."

It was Rider's middle finger that flicked Waver's head. Although he didn't use much force, it still left a large, red and swollen bump on Waver's head.

Violence again.

This was the second time he was attacked by his own Servant. This was also the second time in his life that he was beaten.

Weber gasped angrily.

However, Rider ignored the Master, who was so angry that his lungs were about to explode, and sighed deeply:

"I'm telling you, instead of competing with me here, why not take a closer look at the guy who defeated Assassin? What do you think?"

Weber had no way to refute him.

Rider was right. Although he was very reluctant to be lectured by this Servant who only knew how to sleep, read, watch DVDs, and eat all day long, he did have a point.

The problem in the future will not be the opponents who have been defeated, but the enemies that still exist.

"Forget it, anything is fine. That thing with the shining gold or something you mentioned. Isn't there anything particularly eye-catching about it?" Rider asked.

"Well, how should I put it?"

Weber recalled the scene he saw in his mind.

"Anyway, first of all, we can conclude that the attack that killed Assassin was accomplished by a Noble Phantasm. Even through the eyes of a familiar, one can see the destructive power of that immense magical energy."

"But if that's the case, then the number of weapons raining down on Assassin" said Rider.

Waver paused. "A RiderServant can generally only possess one Noble Phantasm, right?"

"In theory, yes, but there are occasionally special Heroic Spirits who possess two or three Noble Phantasms. For example, I, Iskandar, am one of those people."

Waver nodded. Even after showing him his Noble Phantasm, he had mentioned that he had other trump cards.

"Alas, counting the number of Noble Phantasms is meaningless. As far as I know, a Noble Phantasm is a concrete manifestation of the most famous story or legend about a Heroic Spirit, so it doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon. In other words, a Noble Phantasm can be understood literally as a weapon, or it can be considered a special ability or a means of attack."

"Then, is there any kind of Noble Phantasm that can fire dozens or hundreds of swords at the same time?"

"A sword that can split into countless pieces? Yes, there is. This ability is defined as a single Noble Phantasm."

"That being said, it's still different from the moves that defeated Assassin. The weapons Waver saw launched through the familiar's eyes each had its own unique shape. They weren't split into pieces. Each one was a separate, independent weapon."

"Could it be that all of those are Noble Phantasms? But that's completely impossible. There are definitely more than two or three weapons capable of destroying Assassin."

"Well, it doesn't matter. As for who the enemy is, you will naturally know it when you see him."

Rider laughed heartily and slapped Waver's back hard as he fell into deep thought.

A powerful impact numbed Waver's spine and ribs, and the short magus coughed profusely. Although this blow was not meant to be humiliating, Waver sincerely hoped that Rider would not use such a crude way of expressing his feelings in the future.

Just when Rider was yelling about going out to have fun, the doorbell suddenly rang downstairs.

"Who could it be?" Weber felt strange. It was already midnight. If it was the milkman, he would not come until at least six in the morning. Who was this unromantic guy knocking on the door at this time?

Boom boom boom!

Weber wondered if it was because of the wood hitting the room, and didn't want to go downstairs to open the door. However, the constant knocking sounds coming from downstairs made him feel inexplicably annoyed.

Besides, it was so late and there were two elderly people living in the house.

Boom boom boom!

"I'm so annoyed, here it comes!"

Waver quickly and quietly descended the stairs, crossed the hallway, and reached the door. Rider, who was supposed to be upstairs, unknowingly followed closely behind him.

Boom boom boom!

Weber opened the door irritably: "Come here, come here, who is it..."

There was a familiar girl standing outside the door.

She is about 1.45 meters tall, petite, with beautiful short hair, and is wearing a very simple blue and white dress.

But what surprised Weber even more was the shining light behind her. Even in the middle of the night, the girl was still inexplicably illuminated by the moonlight, and the saxophone music coming from nowhere also showed the nobility of the girl in front of him.

"Sha, Sha Tiao, why are you here?" Weber replied hesitantly.

Weber never imagined that the person knocking on the door in the middle of the night would be Sajo Aika.

What's even worse is that

Aika Sajo is one of the masters of this Holy Grail War.

The most powerful opponent of this Holy Grail War showed up at my door in the middle of the night. Waver suddenly felt very desperate.

"Of course I came to see you. How come you missed me after not seeing me for so long?"

Of course, Sajo Aika saw Weber's mood and teased him a little. Then she looked at the burly man standing behind Weber.

"I suppose you are the King of Conquerors, Iskandar. It is my honor to meet a hero like you in this era."

When his identity was pointed out directly, Weber's brows furrowed together, and it was hard to tell what his mood was.

"Yes, I am the King of Conquerors."

On the contrary, Rider showed no dissatisfaction at all. He laughed openly and patted Waver on the back. "Hey, kid, the enemy is here, cheer up!"

A huge force hit his back, causing Waver to unconsciously straighten his chest and look much more energetic.

Seeing this, Rider smiled slightly, then turned to look at Sajo Aika who was coming forward.

He had heard from his master a long time ago that this enemy had powerful magic skills and had even drawn the holy sword, making him a modern-day King Arthur.

"Since the guests are here, would you like to come in and sit down?" Rider said.

Weber was stunned and yelled at Rider, "You still don't understand the situation? The enemy is right here."

"What? After all this time, you still haven't seen the situation clearly. If this enemy you're talking about had been hostile to us from the beginning, he would have attacked us long ago. Now that he's personally visiting us, it's probably because he wants to cooperate with us."

Rider explained.

"As expected of the King of Conquerors, I came here to invite you to a banquet."

When he heard the word "banquet", the King of Conquerors' eyes lit up instantly.

"What party?"

"The King's Banquet." Said Aika Sajo.

The King of Conquerors instantly understood what Aika Sajo was up to. The so-called banquet of kings was a competition of wine and debate, and it was also a war without bloodshed.

As a king, how could the King of Conquerors refuse such an invitation?

Seeing the King of Conquerors' eager expression, Sajo Aika's lips curled up slightly, realizing her plan had succeeded. She suddenly changed the subject, "But my banquet also has conditions. We both need to prove to each other that we are worthy of attending this royal banquet."

The King of Conquerors was amused. "Then how and with what do you plan to prove your qualifications?"