I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Although Iskandar and Artoria didn't care whether the Mountain Man had similar thoughts in his heart, it would be different once this question was brought to light from Gilgamesh.

Although Gilgamesh was arrogant and arrogant before, after suffering a loss, his inner view of this Holy Grail War has long been different.

As early as when Iskandar first started to pretend, Gilgamesh probably guessed the other party's purpose.

At the same time, Gilgamesh also had insight into the deepest substantive purpose of this banquet, but he didn't care about this kind of side-talking temptation.

After all, even Gilgamesh himself didn't know how many collections he had in his treasury, and what kind of strange things he had.

Not caring doesn't mean that Gilgamesh will let Iskandar do whatever he wants. For example, now, at the right time, he also uses the King of Conquerors as a pawn to test the King of the Mountain.

"In order to stay sober at all times, I swore in my early years that I would not drink alcohol, tobacco and drugs in my life, and any psychedelic things that might make people fall into falsehood."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the old man of the mountain did not change his mind in the slightest. He raised the pitch-black sword slightly upwards and smashed the stone slab on the ground.

"This is a matter of principle. If Gilgamesh has any dissatisfaction or objection, you can try the great sword in my hand."

As he said that, the dark flames around the old man of the mountain swelled up, and a faint death aura permeated the dark night, causing the temperature of the air in the courtyard to drop a few degrees in an instant.

Gilgamesh and the Man of the Mountain looked at each other, colliding with each other's mighty aura, making the three of Artoria sitting next to them feel heavy pressure and an increasingly deep atmosphere.

Although the two of them did not make a direct move, this was a contest on another level.

Just when Iskandar thought that Gilgamesh was going to lose his temper and was about to start a fight, the two coercion that had just fought to the death and refused to give an inch dissipated tacitly.

The Old Man of the Mountain and the King of Heroes finally chose to exercise restraint for the time being, or Gilgamesh thought it was not a good time to start a war.

This banquet was provided by him with good wine. In a sense, Gilgamesh can be regarded as one of the organizers of the banquet.

If he took the initiative to fight at a banquet that was agreed not to focus on fighting, wouldn't he lose his own face in the end?

"Hmph, I'm not an unreasonable person. Since there is such a reason, it is naturally understandable."

Although Gilgamesh had a relaxed smile on his face, there was a trace of imperceptible solemnity and thought in the scarlet snake pupils.

But he didn't show too many emotions on the surface, but raised his finger to the untouched wine glass and said:

"However, since the wine has been poured into the cup, it is absolutely impossible for the king to take it back, so just pour it out."

When Iskandar heard this, a pair of short and thick eyebrows were tangled together, showing a look of reluctance, but he didn't say anything to stop him.

The old man of the mountain glanced at the wine glass, a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the dark blue fire appeared out of nowhere in the wine and burned.

Under the premise of not hurting the golden wine glass, the dark fire evaporated and burned all the divine wine in the glass.

The white wine smell rises from the mouth of the cup and disperses in the air like a fairy mist, bringing the fragrance of flowers in the empty courtyard where everything is withered in winter.

"That's all, let this brewing from the hands of the gods return to this world."

Seeing that the dispute subsided without any risk, Weber, who had been on tenterhooks, let out a long breath.

But Iskandar didn't have any scruples about the heart capacity of his little master, and couldn't wait to start making troubles again.

"Now that the first glass of wine has been drunk, it's time for us to start tonight's topic."

Although Iskandar was wearing an inconspicuous T-shirt and jeans at this time, his solemn demeanor could make others feel that he was serious, waiting quietly for the king to speak.

"Although there is only one Holy Grail, so many of us want it. Why don't we confess to each other what we want to achieve, and see if we can use our strength to gain the approval of others?"

Iskandar stroked his fluffy hair with his hands, then folded his arms and nodded lightly, saying words that were slightly inconsistent with his title of 'King of Conqueror'.

"This king believes that it would be great if the problem can be resolved peacefully without bloodshed."

As soon as the words were finished, less than a second later, Gilgamesh and the Mountain Man, who were almost in a fight just now, yelled loudly at almost the same time.

"Joke! There is no need to talk about the ownership of the Holy Grail. As long as it is a treasure, it must belong to the king's treasury!"

"Holy Grail? There is no such thing as a Holy Grail. Do not confuse delusions with fanatical beliefs!"

Chapter 43 The Banquet of the Heroic Spirits III

The loud shouts of the Mountain Man and Gilgamesh made the atmosphere of the banquet, which had just eased up, fall into deathly silence once again.

No matter what the two said, it was enough to attract the attention of everyone present, but if Gilgamesh's remarks only made the followers feel hostile.

The words of the old man of the mountain not only attracted the attention of the followers, but also aroused Tohsaka Tokiomi's heart palpitations.

"No, it shouldn't be. Servant, how can there be a follower who knows the essence and truth of the Holy Grail?"

Tohsaka Tokiomi, who knew the scene through the Baimao Hassan No. 2 camera and the audio broadcast by Kotomine Kirei, slammed his fists hard on the mahogany table.

All the elegance of the past was thrown into outer space by him for a while, replaced by panic and bewilderment, as well as a touch of incomprehensible hesitation.

"Why do the servants of the Matou family know this? Could it be that Matou Weng confessed? No, this is absolutely impossible!"

The Holy Grail in Fuyuki City is not the real Holy Grail held by Galahad, one of the Knights of the Round Table in history, but a fake.

To put it bluntly, Fuyuki's Great Holy Grail is just a source of magic power that condenses huge magic power.

Since this Holy Grail is an 'artificial object', it is not impossible to realize wishes, but only those within the scope of human ability can be realized.

As for the unrealistic desires that are beyond the scope of human capabilities, such as reversing time and space or world peace, don't talk about it.

'Universal wishing machine'?

This gimmick was publicized from the very beginning to allow foolish magicians other than Yusanjia to join the battle.

The reason Tohsaka Tokiomi was so flustered was naturally because he had deceived Gilgamesh from the very beginning.

The Holy Grail, being a counterfeit, is not a worthy treasure at all, and it is not even a treasure.

After taking a few steps back and forth, Tohsaka Tokiomi stabilized his emotions, and sent Kotomine Kirei an order to keep an eye on the banquet scene at all times.

He raised his hand and looked at the two remaining Command Seals on the back of his hand, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he made a decision and plan for the next worst development.

If the King of Heroes really learned the truth about the Holy Grail War through the Old Man of the Mountain as expected, then it is time to ask the King to execute himself in order to protect himself.

As long as the Tohsaka family survives, after another 60 years, there is still a chance to hold the Fifth Holy Grail War again to fulfill their long-cherished wish.

By the way, it is necessary to leave corresponding family instructions, so that future generations will remember never to try to summon the hero king again.

While Tohsaka Tokiomi was making various plans, Irisviel, who was also a member of the Gosan Clan, didn't notice anything wrong at all.

From the beginning, Ahad, the Patriarch of Einzbern, only told her about her duty as the Lesser Holy Grail and her fate of dying, and didn't say much about the rest.

But Ahad didn't feel the slightest bit wrong with his own actions in his heart. An abandoned child who is sure to die and a disposable tool, the two are just a simple matter of using and being used from the beginning. relation.

Therefore, Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel have always firmly believed that the Holy Grail is the existence that can grant any wish, and they did not hesitate to risk their lives for this.

"Oh? Opinions are opposing again?"

Iskandar shook his head left and right, looked at the old man of the mountain and Gilgamesh each, clapped his palm-like big hands together twice, and suggested.

"Since this is the case, let the King of Heroes who once owned the Holy Grail talk about what the Holy Grail is like. After all, the old man of the mountain has bluntly denied the existence of the Holy Grail."

"I don't know, I don't know what the Holy Grail is either."

Facing Iskandar's question, Gilgamesh gave an answer that no one present had expected, making everyone feel inconsistent.

But Gilgamesh didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what he said. While shaking the wine glass in his hand, he continued to explain:

"The amount of wealth in this king's treasury has already exceeded this king's knowledge, but as long as it is a treasure, it must belong to this king."

Facing Gilgamesh's unreasonable statement, Arturia did not sneer or refute after knowing the other party's real name.

"But with your strength and wealth, it's impossible to care about such a small Holy Grail, right? So what made you come here?"

Iskandar continued to ask Gilgamesh, hoping to inadvertently extract more useful information.

"It's the law, it's the law set by this king."

Gilgamesh glanced at the servants present with his scarlet snake eyes, lifted his chin slightly, and said loudly:

"Dare to take out this king's things without authorization and fight for it. As a thief, even if you are thick-skinned, you have to have a limit? This king should punish those who break the law!"

"Are you implementing the laws you set? It seems that there is no possibility of peace talks between us."

Hearing this, Iskandar scratched his cheek in distress, and turned his gaze to the side of the mountain man with interest.

"What about your statement? After all, this is the Holy Grail War. Denying the existence of the Holy Grail is a bit outrageous."

The old man of the mountain was silent for a moment, and his majestic and deep voice slowly sounded, carrying a wave of firm belief.

"I have never seen the Holy Grail, and I don't know if the Holy Grail is as magical as the legend, but the idea of ​​getting something for nothing through the Holy Grail is absolutely not advisable."

The old man of the mountain, who had already learned the truth of the Holy Grail War from the restraining force, did not bluntly expose this lie that had been maintained for hundreds of years.

After all, the purpose of his coming this time is to end this farce, so the Holy Grail War must continue normally.

"So that's the case, then why did you come if you, the man of the mountain, didn't have a wish? The King of Heroes is to carry out his own will, and what are you?"

Artoria, who had been sitting quietly at the stone table and sipping wine, asked Iskandar her doubts ahead of him.

The girl undoubtedly chose to respond to the summoning because of her own wish, but now the other servants participating in the battle say that the reason for her coming is not for the Holy Grail, which makes her very puzzled.

"Is there a reason for coming?"

The old man on the mountain muttered something to himself, and looked up at the incomparably deep night sky. The dark fire in his eyes was erratic, and he looked very pious and solemn.

"I'm just an undead lurking in the darkness. The reason why I show up here is because I heard the bell and I'm following the guidance of the destiny."

Chapter 44 The Banquet of the Heroic Spirits IV

The words of the old man of the mountain were a bit mysterious. Although few masters and servants present could understand them, their serious attitude prevented them from questioning anything.

"Follow the instructions of destiny?"

Artoria muttered softly to herself, remembering the sad wish she was carrying, and felt for a moment that this was the fate she had to go through as a king.

"Then what is destiny? What is destiny guiding you to do?"

Arturia asked the mountain man a more specific question, and the others waited with bated breath for the mountain man's answer.

If this question can get a clear answer, then the purpose of the old man of the mountain will be completely clear, and this will also have a direct impact on how the royal masters of all parties will arrange their combat strategies in the future.

"The time of destiny has not yet come, and I have not yet received the corresponding enlightenment."

The old man of the mountain didn't seem to want to spend too much time entangled in this issue. The person entrusted by the restraining force to be killed has not yet appeared, but the old man is not in a hurry.

"However, I'm sure that this goal will never be to compete for the Holy Grail, and the meaning of my participation in the war will be revealed sooner or later."

Seeing that he couldn't ask more questions from the old man on the mountain, Iskandar decisively brought the topic to the next person.

"Diarmuid, you probably don't want the Holy Grail like the two of them, do you? After all, according to the stories that have been handed down, your life is full of regrets."

Diarmuid, who had been standing in front of the background board, obviously did not expect that his name would be called so quickly. The handsome knight froze for a moment, showing a hearty and sincere smile.

"On the contrary, the King of Conquerors. I don't really care much about the Holy Grail, either."

"I responded to the Holy Grail's call this time, all in order to completely dedicate my loyalty to my lord."

While speaking, Diarmuid stood up and gave a standard knight salute to Kenneth who was staying with Weber outside the courtyard. He solemnly and solemnly demonstrated his unquestionable will.

"And if the Holy Grail is what the lord wants, even if I, Diarmuid, will be smashed to pieces, I will do my best to get it back from the lord!"

"Admirable spirit. Diarmuid, it seems that there will be a battle between you and me."

Artoria, who was also a knight, solemnly put down the wine glass in her hand. The girl's holy blue eyes were full of fighting intent, and the hair around her ears was blown up by the surging magic power.

"Of course, I, Diarmuid, will definitely come to challenge me in the future, in order to seek justice for my lord!"

The two raised their wine glasses and touched each other lightly, and then took a sip each, which was considered to be an agreement on a duel between the knights.

At the same time, Iskandar felt a little depressed.

He felt that this Holy Grail War was really abnormal. Heroic spirits responded to the call and came as servants, but few of them really came for the Holy Grail.

Iskandar stroked his thick beard with his hands helplessly, and looked at the only person present who hadn't spoken yet.

"King Arthur, you didn't come here for the Holy Grail, did you? If that's the case, let this king, who is seeking the Holy Grail, not know what to say."

"No, I chose to answer the call because I had a wish that could only be realized with the help of the Holy Grail."

Arturia subconsciously sat up a little bit more, and before anyone asked a question, she frankly stated her purpose.

"Saving my hometown, Britain, which was destroyed in the flames of war, means that I want to change the fate of my country's ultimate destruction. This is my duty as King Arthur."

Arturia's words caused waves like a small pebble thrown into a lake. Every follower's expression and movement changed more or less, expressing his attitude from the details.

Diarmuid quietly acted as the listener, and Gilgamesh also temporarily chose to watch the play.

"King Arthur, are you regretting that the decision you made led to the demise of the country?"

Iskandar's burgundy eyes fixed on Arturia who was sitting across from her, as if she had participated in a Greek lecture or debate competition.