Magician in Type-Moon

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This infuriated Webber even more.

If Waver possessed such talent, he wouldn't need to come to Fuyuki to participate in this Holy Grail War to prove himself, right?

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about?" Weber couldn't help but ask, his tone filled with strong confusion.

Matou Ike merely glanced at him indifferently, then calmly replied:

"I've said it before, my wish is to have a normal, everyday life, nothing more. Everyone's thoughts will be different, and their pursuit of the demonic path will also be different."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of laughter erupted from the room—a loud, unrestrained, and vulgar laugh that seemed to have kicked away all manners and dignity.

The laughter came from the twisted mouth of the Golden Heroic Spirit.

Everyone looked at Archer, who had burst into laughter, wondering why he was doing this.

Even such an ordinary wish shouldn't have elicited such joyful emotions from him.

"...Archer, what's so funny?" Saber, who was already annoyed with Archer, questioned him.

Archer stopped laughing, looked at Matou Ike with a playful gaze, shook his head and said, "What did you just say? What is your wish? Your ideal daily life?"

As if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, the King of Heroes' expression was quite something. He had never shown such an expression even when he was talking to Rider and the others.

"Is there a problem, Archer?" Matou Ike couldn't understand why Gilgamesh would react so strongly to his words.

"Daily life is so interesting, so incredibly interesting, hahaha!! You're so funny!!"

Gilgamesh burst into laughter. He never imagined that the agent chosen by that guy had such a simple and ordinary wish.

The extreme contrast made the hero king unable to suppress his inner joy.

This guy was the clown among clowns. Gilgamesh decided that if they ever had the chance to meet again, he would definitely give that guy a good thrashing.

Thinking of this, his smile deepened; he felt as if he were toying with a clown chosen by fate.

"So, if you don't submit to me and become my subject, I'd be happy to bestow the Holy Grail upon you. And even without the Holy Grail, I can guarantee you a comfortable daily life. What do you say?"

Archer's lips curled into a smile, his eyes flashing with a cold and mocking light.

The offer is really tempting; for the cost of just a few words, you can gain the protection of the hero-king Gilgamesh.

If the Holy Grail in this Holy Grail War were untainted, Matou Ike might actually agree.

But there is one question: why would the King of Heroes offer himself such generous terms?

Recalling Gilgamesh's previous Masters from his past life, even the Chaldea Masters had to work hard for him, right?

Not to mention the fact that his younger brother, Shinji Matou, had his heart and lungs ripped out.

It's hard to understand.

Everyone was very surprised to hear the King of Heroes' words. Even if Berserker's Master was an excellent magician, there was no need for Archer to go to such lengths to win him over.

To win over, yes, in everyone's eyes, Archer was offering generous terms to win over Matou Ike.

Saber frowned slightly and asked, puzzled, "Archer, why are you treating him so well? What are you up to?"

Rider also looked puzzled, but his focus was elsewhere:

"What? Archer, if I want the Holy Grail, is it enough to just get your permission?"

“If Rider were you, as long as you are willing to submit to me, perhaps I could reward you with a cup or two.” Archer sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain.

Rider laughed and shook his head:

"Well, that's absolutely impossible. I am the King of Conquerors, how could I possibly submit to anyone?"

Archer responded to Rider with sarcasm, but ignored Saber's words.

Amidst the banter and jokes, Gilgamesh did not forget his original purpose.

Although it was just a passing fancy, the thought of it was exciting—if only I could get ownership of Makiri Pond!

That guy's expression must be priceless.

Although the affairs of this world have nothing to do with Gilgamesh, the most interesting things are always those that cause trouble for others, whether it's ruining someone else's plans or disrupting their arrangements.

Even what we're about to do can be considered NTR, let's just consider it revenge for that guy making him the main character in this play.

His scarlet eyes now held a mocking glint as he looked at the still suspicious Matou Ike and asked him:

"Do you still need to consider it? No problem. I will always reserve a place for you here. If you want to come and join me, you can do so anytime."

"Why, Archer, why are you so interested in me?" Matou Ike asked, frowning, clearly suspicious of the overly generous offer.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know anything yet, but that's okay."

Gilgamesh smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes:

"I know what makes you special, is that reason enough?"

Matou Ike paused, her doubts deepening. What's so special about me? Could it be...?

Chapter 90 A Troublesome Vortex

Could it be...? Countless guesses surged through his mind.

There are only one or two unique aspects to him that can be listed.

One reason is that I shouldn't have been born into this world...

The other is his own pair of gem-quality magic eyes. Although they are extremely precious, they shouldn't be enough to interest Gilgamesh, who possesses all the treasures in the world.

Finally, there's the memory of the past life brought about by the spirit summoning magic. The content and experiences of this world were just filler in the storybooks of that other world.

I have some knowledge of the past, future, and present of this world.

Is that all?

However, if Gilgamesh really knew this, he shouldn't have had this attitude.

After all, everything about him was just content from a storybook, which was unacceptable to him as the King of Heroes.

Did he already know about the existence of another world? Those eyes of the omniscient and omnipotent star are like the brilliance of stars, surveying every corner of the earth and understanding all things.

It's not surprising that he could know things that others didn't, given those eyes.

But is that really the case? If so...

That would be a very serious matter, assuming the King of Heroes knew about this and was very knowledgeable about that world.

Therefore, the invitation from the King of Heroes seemed highly suspicious. Matou Ike had no idea what his purpose or his thoughts were.

This is a troublesome vortex.

Once you step into it, your future will be filled with unease.

What if it weren't for this?

After all, Archer extended the invitation only after Archer had expressed his own wishes.

There might be reasons behind this that we are unaware of, but that would be an even more troublesome matter.

They are unaware of their own uniqueness.

Head hurts.

The continuous battles and the burden of using the Mystic Eyes had already caused Matou Ike's magical power to be severely depleted.

With my thoughts gradually wandering and my brain being used continuously, the familiar headache resurfaced once again.

The sudden pain once again turned Matouchi's thoughts into a jumbled mess.

He looked at Gilgamesh with a hint of suspicion, his eyes full of inquiry:

"What makes me special? What are you referring to?"

Seeing Matou Ike's confused and pained expression, Archer looked like a fairy from mythology who bewitches others.

Gilgamesh smiled slightly, a hint of amusement in his eyes:

"You'll find out, Matou Ike, be patient."

Matou Ike's doubts were not answered; instead, they increased his vigilance even more.

He knew that this man wouldn't be friendly to him for no reason; he must have his own motives.

"Then we have nothing to talk about unless you can tell me why."

Instead of speculating, Matou Ike asked Gilgamesh directly.

Gilgamesh did not appear disappointed by Matou Ike's rejection; instead, he revealed a meaningful smile:

"Very well, then I look forward to your performance in this war. I hope you won't let me down. My place here is always open for you."

Rider watched their conversation with a thoughtful expression, thinking to himself:

"It seems this Holy Grail War will be more interesting than I imagined. In that case, should I accept that guy's offer? Well, I'll wait and see."

The moment Rider detonated his Noble Phantasm using divine power while piloting the "God's Wheel," he heard a call.

Iskandar was familiar with that voice; it was the voice of the great god's oracle from the Temple of Zeus near the Acropolis of Gordium, a city in northern Asia Minor that he frequented.

The moment he used his divine power, Zeus located him and then tried to contact him to give him orders.

But for the Conqueror King, gods were merely objects of reverence.

There's a saying that goes, "Return the things of the gods to the gods, and the things of men to men."

Iskandar, as the king of the mortal realm, would not give the gods much face.

Zeus, knowing the conqueror's temperament, surprisingly compromised and promised the world to Rider, allowing him to roam freely, in exchange for doing some things for Zeus.

What a joke! For the King of Conquerors, a world given away as a gift is not even as good as a glass of fine wine. Only a world that he conquers himself is a truly wonderful thing.

Moreover, what merit or ability did Zeus possess to utter such a statement as giving away the world? Iskandar dismissed the Greek king's promise as utterly worthless.

The reason I reconsidered just now was because things seemed to have taken a turn for the worse.

Saber, meanwhile, was completely bewildered. Her eyes darted back and forth between Archer and Matou Ike, before glancing at Rider and noticing that Iskandar seemed to understand.

This puzzled her even more.

Isn't the Holy Grail War just a battle for the Holy Grail fought by seven Masters who summon their respective Heroic Spirits?

How come it seems like everyone else knows the inside story, while I know nothing?