Magician in Type-Moon

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Their armor gleamed in the desert, as if vying with the blazing sun in the sky.

The knights raised their weapons high, their warhorses trotted excitedly in place, and the entire army stood like an impregnable iron wall, awaiting the conqueror king's command.

They are all heroic spirits who once fought alongside Iskandar on the battlefield. Even though they have become legends, the passion to fight for the king still burns in their hearts.

"Even if they are ghosts, it doesn't matter, as long as we can return to the world of the living one day and continue our journey!"

A knight shouted, his voice filled with boundless faith and longing for the future.

"For the king's dream, we are willing to offer our last loyalty!"

Iskandar heard his comrades' shouts and a smile appeared on his lips.

He knew that these heroic spirits, like him, still harbored a desire for conquest, even though there was no future for them...

"We will not stop, we will not back down!"

He announced loudly, his voice filled with boundless power and conviction:

No matter how difficult the road ahead may be, we will forge ahead!

Archer just crossed his arms, it's unclear whether he was listening to Rider.

However, upon closer inspection, the expression on his lips was completely different from any emotion this Golden Heroic Spirit had ever shown.

If one had to describe it, the expression was similar to a smile, but Aroher had only ever shown a mocking smile until now. This smile now looked extremely sinister and sent chills down one's spine.

"I have made up my mind, Rider, I will personally send you to the Western Paradise."

Chapter 88 The Knight King's Tragic Wish

"Hmph, does this kind of thing need to be emphasized now? I am the same. Not only the Holy Grail, but I will also take your so-called treasure trove in one go. You had better be prepared."

Iskandar revealed a confident smile, his eyes gleaming with intense ambition and a thirst for battle.

He leaned forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait to start the battle:

"Then I will use these treasures to arm my army, which will give me even more confidence to conquer the world."

"Hahaha!" Gilgamesh laughed loudly, but a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes:

"How dare you covet my treasure trove! It seems you're eager to die."

"Then let's see who's stronger."

Iskandar, not to be outdone, gripped his longsword tightly with both hands, his fighting spirit almost overflowing.

The standoff between the two kings seemed to make the air on the entire battlefield heavy.

Saber listened quietly as Rider and Archer discussed the meaning of the kingly way.

Rider suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the deadlock, but he seemed to have forgotten that there was still a king who kept a straight face and never smiled.

During the verbal exchange between Rider and Archer, she found no opportunity to participate in the discussion. She felt that the opinions expressed by these two Heroic Spirits were far removed from the principles she, as the King of Knights, upheld as the way of the king, and had nothing to do with her.

That was just a selfish thought.

From Saber's perspective, that was not the proper path for a king. She believed in integrity and thought Archer and Rider's arguments were more like the mindset of a tyrant.

Despite Archer and Rider being formidable opponents, Saber's indomitable fighting spirit was rekindled.

She absolutely cannot lose to these two people, and she absolutely cannot hand over the Holy Grail to them.

Archer's words made no sense at all.

As for Rider's wish, Saber acknowledges that Rider possesses the integrity of a warrior, but his wish is ultimately just personal desire.

Compared to the two of them, Saber was convinced that her deepest prayers held a far greater value.

"By the way, Saber, you haven't let us hear what you're thinking yet."

Rider finally brought up Saber, but she still didn't waver at all.

True pride lies in one's own path to kingship. The Knight King resolutely raised his head, looked directly at the two heroic spirits, and spoke:

"My wish is to save my homeland; I will use the power of the Holy Grail to change Britain's fate of destruction."

Saber's righteous declaration plunged everyone into silence.

Her eyes revealed an unwavering determination, as if in that instant, her figure merged with the majesty of the Knight King.

Rider and Archer fell silent for a moment, seemingly pondering Saber's words.

Only Matou Ike looked at Saber with interest. Although he himself didn't have any particular feelings about this wish, he had heard the ideal of this King of Knights a thousand times in his memories of that past life.

Although it wasn't his own personal preference, Matou Ike still had a unique perspective on Saber.

Saber herself was the first to be puzzled by this silence.

Although her statement was indeed very assertive, these two people are not simple opponents who can be intimidated by a single sentence.

What's more, what you say shouldn't be so strange as to shock others, nor should the content be so difficult to understand.

This matter is very clear and understandable.

Undoubtedly, this ideal is the only one worthy of being regarded as the right path.

Whether it's praise or opposition, there should have been some reaction immediately—but the scene was completely silent.

"Knight King, didn't you just say you wanted to change fate? Do you mean you want to overturn the past?"

"Yes, even a miracle couldn't fulfill this wish, but if the Holy Grail is truly omnipotent, then it certainly can..."

Saber was halfway through her sentence when she finally understood what the subtle atmosphere between Rider and Archer was all about.

The two heroic spirits standing in front of her had a listless expression on their faces.

"Can't you understand? As the ruler of a country, you should wholeheartedly hope that the country you govern will always prosper and flourish."

Rider wanted to correct Saber's statement, but... after seeing Saber's sword strike, he didn't want to say too much.

That belief is deeply ingrained in Saber's very being; it's truly tragic...

While Archer also scoffed at this, unlike Rider, he was more eager to add the young knight to his collection.

But mocking it before making it your own treasure might make it even more tempting.

"Hey, did you hear what she said? Rider? This little girl who calls herself the King of Knights... she actually said something like 'dedicating herself to the country'!"

Rider remained silent, ignoring Archer's uncontrollable laughter, his melancholy expression growing increasingly heavy.

For Saber, Rider's silence was no different from Archer's mockery; both were forms of humiliation.

"Rider, Archer, your tyrannical behavior disqualifies you from being kings!"

"That's right, it is precisely because we are tyrants that we are great heroes."

Rider responded calmly without changing his expression.

"you..."

Saber was speechless at their frankness; the saying "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together" perfectly encapsulated Artoria's state of mind.

But Archer wouldn't stop there like Rider; instead, he mocked and ridiculed:

“Hey, as a king, do you want to become a slave to the ‘people’? I do have some vacancies here.”

"Archer, we really are mortal enemies. How did it feel to be blasted into the ground by Saber's sword?"

It was Rider, who strongly disagreed with Saber, who stood up for Archer on Saber's behalf, though he only felt a little sorry for her.

“Anyone who provokes me will be punished with death,” Archer retorted.

The holy sword flashed suddenly, and Saber pointed it directly at Archer, her threat palpable.

"Alright, Berserker, what is your wish? It feels so blasphemous, but I can't see the madness that matches it in your eyes."

Rider niped the situation, bringing the conversation back to Berserker, who hadn't spoken a word since.

Although not a king, as a fellow heroic spirit who has come to the mortal world, he will be an opponent with whom we will face life and death in the future.

"Me? My wish has come to an end. The battles to come will only be to help my Master realize his ideas..."

Upon hearing this answer, Rider clicked his tongue in surprise, then turned his gaze to Matou Ike. Since Servants fight for their Masters' wishes, then the Masters' wishes can be equated with the Servants' wishes.

"Hey kid who plays with bugs, what's your wish to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

Saber didn't feel anything as soon as those words were spoken, since it was no longer her concern.

But Archer seemed even more interested at this moment, even Saber and Rider's remarks had not aroused his interest as much.

"Me? My wish..."

Chapter 89 The Holy Grail was merely a casual gift.

Matou Ike originally intended to simply watch the show and enjoy the debate between the Heroic Spirits.

Unexpectedly, the focus of this matter shifted to myself.

He was just thinking how regrettable it was that he hadn't brought peanuts and melon seeds to watch the fun today.

However, in the blink of an eye, he himself became the subject of discussion.

“Me? My wish is simply to have a normal, everyday life, nothing more.” He spoke calmly, but with an indescribable firmness in his voice.

The crowd fell silent, even more so than when Saber had spoken her sorrowful vow.

If Saber's wish is something that everyone can understand, it still evokes a sense of sorrow.

Matou Ike's wish is so ordinary that it's incomprehensible. Does such a wish need the Holy Grail to fulfill it?

This is something that is hard for everyone to understand.

Waver Velvet, in particular, was completely stunned, as was his Master.

He couldn't understand why a magician who was capable of fighting Kenneth, even if his talents outside of combat weren't outstanding, would have such a desire.

I can't understand it, I can't figure it out.

Moreover, after two days of the Holy Grail War, he also figured out Matou Ike's background—the successor of the Matou family, one of the three starter families of the Holy Grail.

With such outstanding talent and family heritage, why would he have such thoughts? This is even a betrayal of the demonic path.

The man in front of me is even a descendant of Mr. Machiri.