Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

"He who carries the ideals and hopes of the so-called people of the country is not called a king."

"A king is one who makes his people practice his ideals and hopes."

Iskandar clenched his fist and hit his chest hard.

“This is the true way of the king.”

"Saber, there is no point in discussing the Way of the King with the King of Conquerors here."

"The philosophy practiced by each king is different, but I can guarantee that you will definitely be the most beloved king among all the kings."

With his hands in his pockets, his posture seemed quite casual and relaxed.

At first glance, he seemed to be full of flaws, but it was this leisurely posture that gave Waver endless pressure.

"Master Barserkar, why are you here with Saber?"

Or is the fear more serious?

Just now, Waver had hidden behind the chariot of his Heroic Spirit, with only half of his body and his entire head exposed. He looked at Vitan with evasive eyes and said.

"I think it should be obvious."

"I am Saber's Master now."

Weitan shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a light tone.

"Really? It seems that a lot of things happened a while ago that we don't know about."

Iskandar's eyes inexplicably became deeper.

But then, Iskandar's voice immediately became louder.

"If I'm not mistaken, there should only be three Heroic Spirits left: Barserkar, Saber, you, and me."

I don't quite understand what Iskandar meant.

Saber still hates this guy, the King of Conquerors.

Because no matter how he beautifies his own behavior, no matter how high Iskandar's personal charm is, he can even create a miracle like a permanent barrier without being a magician.

But a tyrant is a tyrant. He plunders everywhere and destroys other people's homes to achieve his own goals.

It is fundamentally impossible for Altria to have any good feelings towards Rider.

But it’s still the same sentence.

The scene of all the soldiers united as one at that time really made her feel excited.

She was also willing to give a positive answer to such a king who was loved by the soldiers.

"That's true."

"If that's the case, today is going to be a very difficult battle."

The big hand holding Weber's shoulder exerted a little force, but not to the extent that Weber would feel pain.

"Now, Master of Barserkar, let the final battle of the Holy Grail War take place here as you wish."

Immediately, Iskandar picked up Weber with one hand and threw him behind him without any warning.

"I also have a request that is not that high."

"I want to talk to you."

Vitan, who had a premonition of what Iskandar was going to say, nodded and stretched out his hand in a casual gesture.

"King of Conquerors, you may say whatever you want."

"I know you are a very good magician. I have rarely seen a human being with such a high level of magic."

"And you seem to really enjoy the fights between masters."

Iskandar said this with great certainty, and Vitan just smiled and said nothing.

"So this battle is just between me and Saber, okay?"

This conversation definitely cannot be said to mean that Iskandar is begging for mercy.

Because the person he was referring to was not himself, but the Master behind him.

"Rider!"

Waver also burst into tears because of Iskandar's words.

"I'm sorry, Rider, I'm not a qualified Master."

"If I were a better magician, I wouldn't hold you back like this."

There is no doubt that Iskandar's behavior just now has touched his self-esteem as a hegemon.

This thing that had never been touched upon in Iskandar's life was actually broken by him, the master.

what……

Weber reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, a helpless expression on his face.

He directly raised his clenched right hand, revealing the Command Seal that had not been used since the beginning of the war.

This is the shackle that binds all heroic spirits, and it is also the greatest shackle that binds the King of Overlords.

"Use the Command Seal to command, Rider, you must achieve the final victory."

The first Command Spell disappeared.

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

The second Command Spell disappeared.

Weber took a deep breath, and in the silence of the entire audience, he loudly shouted out the last order.

"Finally, I order you with the Command Seal, Rider, you must conquer the world."

Three Command Spells flashed an eerie red light on the back of Waver's hand.

Extremely powerful magic power also erupted from Iskandar's body, and the violent magic storm even lifted up the surrounding grass and land.

"In this case, Rider, the magic power you lost because you didn't dare to draw magic power from me before should be fully recovered."

Waver lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

He had always known.

He knew how considerate the heroic spirit of his home was to a useless Master like him.

If he had not understood this matter at the beginning, it could be said to be excusable, but since the day when he annihilated Assassin and used Rider’s strongest Noble Phantasm, when he was no longer burdened with any magical power, he had been able to figure it out.

Because of my own waste.

Every time after his heroic spirit fights, he can only bear a portion of the magic power loss forever.

That's why he chose to use the Command Spell.

Just like Kotomine Kirei used the Command Seals to strengthen his body and make his magic power more powerful.

He did the same thing to Rider.

Using the magic power of the Command Seals to restore Rider's strength to its peak, this is the only thing he, a useless Master, can do for his Heroic Spirit.

then.

"You have done very well. That is more than enough."

With his broad chest and strong arms, he embraced Weber as if he was holding a little wife.

Strong force, familiar temperature.

Weber, who was in the embrace, even felt a little breathless.

"You will always be my best Master. You are very competent."

This is a very touching scene.

Although in the eyes of some people, such behavior may seem a little disgusting?

Especially when combined with the situations of European aristocrats in the past, it is really hard not to let your imagination run wild.

Vitan did not bother them.

Time just passes by so slowly.

They also swore an oath between king and subject just like in the original novel.

"Master Saber, are you willing to accept my proposal?"

The touching scene ended, Weber wiped his tears like a little wife, and Iskandar's expression returned to calm.

"Wait, Rider, since I am your subject..."

After hearing Iskandar's words, Weber's expression suddenly changed and he wanted to interrupt Iskandar directly.

"can."

But before he could interrupt Iskander, Vitan interrupted Weber directly.

"We had to kill the Master before, but we were afraid that they would violate the rules and summon again or make a contract with the masterless Heroic Spirit again."

"But I don't think Weber would do such a thing."

Spreading his hands, Vitan made a helpless gesture.

At the same time, his body slowly retreated a few steps and completely withdrew from the battlefield between Altria and Iskandar.

What to say.

Among these magicians, Vitan still has some liking for magicians like Weber and Toosaka Rin.

Vitan was not that hostile to him.

If possible, he was willing to allow her to have a good end.

Of course, just like Director Ken, Vitan sent Lancelot to put an end to him once and for all.

“Thank you so much!”

Knowing that the other party agreed to his rude proposal, Iskandar bowed in gratitude.

Then he gave Weber a look that was completely irresistible.

Weber did not continue to express her insistence. She looked deeply at her husband and trotted into the depths of the forest.

Then, Iskandar grabbed the reins of the sacred bull, swung it down violently, and drove straight into the sky.

This is not an escape.

It is absolutely impossible for a dignified King of Conquerors to escape from a battle. He is just preparing for the battle.

A battle between kings.

The collision between beliefs.

At this moment, it has already begun.

Saber was concentrating on looking at the King of Conquerors in the sky. The storm was released, and the invisible blade in her hand was completely freed, revealing the golden blade inside.

She did not instruct her Master like Iskandar did.

It's just because she knows her Master very well.

This guy is so strong that even a heroic spirit may not be able to compare with him.

Then, dull thunder sounded in the sky.

The thunder was getting louder and louder, even becoming deafening.

The place where Rider was supposed to be was completely enveloped by the endless blue electric light, just like the legendary king of gods, Zeus, who was roaring in anger.

Boom boom boom!

Chapter 4 K Bringing Fantasy into Reality

Since ancient times, lightning has represented the word destruction in many places.

Deep blue sparks flashed and dark clouds gathered in the sky.

“——ViaExpugnatio (Distant Destruction Domination)!!”