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Chapter 215 The King's Feast
Chapter 215 The King's Feast
It was the middle of the day, but the temperature seemed to drop several degrees after the assassins appeared.
"Ah! Assassin, it's you again!" Webber was so frightened that he rolled off the sofa.
Iskandar calmly picked up his glass, took a sip, and stared intently at the dark figure: "Oh? Another uninvited guest? You've only been here a day, what brings you here?"
"If you're here to take my head, then your skills are rather lacking."
The original plan to use the assassin's fake death to monitor everyone from the shadows has been completely abandoned. Now, Tokiomi is going to openly tell everyone that even the church is on his side.
"Iskandha the Conqueror."
The assassin's voice was hoarse and hollow: "My lord's ally—the Hero King Gilgamesh—invites you to the courtyard of Einzbern Castle tonight."
"The king's banquet will be held here."
"Oh?" Iskandar raised an eyebrow. "That golden-haired guy? Heh, interesting."
"But does he even deserve to host a banquet in someone else's castle? Hahaha, that's quite the kingly air!"
Einzbern Castle, deep in the forest.
Although the afternoon sun was bright, it still could not penetrate the gloom of the ancient castle.
Artoria Pendragon stood alone on the castle terrace, gazing at the city ravaged by the previous night's battle.
She held the unseen sword in her hand, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Swordsman".
Kiritsugu Emiya's voice came from behind.
This man always walked silently, like a ghost.
Artoria turned around and looked at her true leader: "Good afternoon, Master."
"Any instructions?"
Kiritsugu didn't look at her, but walked to the edge of the terrace and lit a cigarette.
"Why did you let that Avenger go last night in the residential area?"
Kiritsugu exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes as calm as a still pond: "That's a perfect opportunity... Kenneth is seriously injured, the Lancers are overwhelmed, and the Avengers are exhausted."
"If you make your move now, you can easily kill all the Avengers present."
Last night, he followed the enraged Kenneth, found the bird's location, and witnessed the battle.
He summoned Artoria, wanting to kill the Avengers or Kenneth together, but she refused.
"I reject unjust wars."
Artoria's answer was the same as last night, resolute and unwavering.
"Last night, the Avenger was exhausted from protecting his Master and the civilians. To attack him then would be a desecration of the chivalrous spirit."
"Chivalry..." Kiritsugu let out a disdainful snort. "Can that kind of thing save the world?"
He even considered using a Command Spell to force Artoria to act, but ultimately decided against it.
This Avenger is influenced by his Master and is far less powerful.
It's best to leave the power of the Command Spell to the archers or the mysterious spellcaster.
"Swordsman, you must understand, this is not just a duel, this is war."
Kiritsugu turned his head and looked at Artoria with his emotionless eyes: "There is only one purpose of war, and that is to annihilate the enemy. Whether the process is glorious or not is not important in order to achieve this goal."
"That's heretical!"
Artoria couldn't help but step forward, her emerald eyes burning with rage: "If we pursue victory by any means necessary, what's the difference between us and those beasts who only know how to kill? If the realization of justice requires being built on despicable conspiracies, then such justice is utterly worthless!"
Kiritsugu flicked his cigarette ash, a hint of weariness and disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"You are a noble king, but precisely because of this, you are unable to save your country."
"I hope this is the only time; don't disobey my orders again."
Artoria clenched her fists; those words were like a sharp knife piercing the softest scar in her heart.
Just as the atmosphere between the two reached its lowest point, Irisviel rushed over in a flustered manner.
"Kiritsugu! We...we have a guest!"
At the castle gate, several figures wearing skull masks stood silently.
"Miss Einzbern, and the Sword Servant." The lead assassin bowed slightly: "May I use your place tonight?"
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"The King of Heroes invites you."
Night falls.
The courtyard garden of Eindzbern Castle is now enveloped in a strange atmosphere.
A huge wine barrel was placed boldly in the center of the courtyard by Iskandar.
"Hahaha! Is this the country's wine? It's a bit mild, but it has a unique flavor!"
The Conqueror King smashed open the lid of the wine barrel with his fist, scooped up a spoonful of wine, swallowed it in large gulps, and let out a satisfied sigh.
Opposite him, Artoria sat upright, dressed in a blue knight's outfit, with a serious expression.
Above the two, Gilgamesh sat on the golden throne that had appeared out of nowhere, looking down at the two Heroic Spirits.
"Hmph, this kind of low-quality swill dares to call itself wine?"
Gilgamesh looked at the wine spoon in Iskandar's hand with a look of disgust.
"Since this is a royal banquet, how can it be without fine wine befitting a king's status?"
As he finished speaking, golden ripples appeared in the void behind him.
An exquisite set of gold wine utensils, along with a bottle of fine wine exuding a rich aroma, slowly emerges.
It is a treasure from the Age of Gods, and even a wisp of its fragrance is enough to drive any modern drunkard crazy.
"Oh, oh, oh! This is really good stuff!" Iskandar's eyes lit up, and he accepted the wine glass that Gilgamesh handed him without any hesitation.
The three kings, under the moonlight, toasted and exchanged drinks.
"However, Gilgamesh, while your wine and goblet are good, they still can't compare to the Holy Grail."
"Why do you want to fight for the Holy Grail? What great desire do you have?"
Gilgamesh didn't even raise an eyelid, and coldly snorted: "Hmph, what do you mean by 'fighting for the Holy Grail'? The Holy Grail has always been my property."
"Oh? You say the Holy Grail is yours? Isn't that a bit too arrogant? Did you actually possess it before?"
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The Hero King slightly raised his chin, his tone exuding an air of domineering self-righteousness: "I don't know. Don't use your shallow brain to fathom the depth of my treasure trove."
"All the treasures in this world can be traced back to my treasury. Since the so-called Holy Grail is a treasure, it must be just one of my countless collections that has been lost."
"Now that I have personally descended upon this land, it rightfully belongs back to its rightful owner."
"So what you call fighting for the Holy Grail is nothing more than stealing from my treasury."
Hearing him say that, Artoria and Iskandar exchanged a glance, then shook their heads with a helpless smile.
The Knight King took a sip of his wine: "What you're saying is really baffling."
"Then let me ask you, King of Conquerors, what wishes do you have to fulfill after you obtained the Holy Grail?"
Caught off guard by this sudden question, Iskandar touched his cheek somewhat embarrassedly: "Hehe... I want a physical body."
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