“――！？”

Saber and Lancer were stunned at the same time, and then looked back at the southeast sky at the same time, and the source of the sound was clear.

I saw a flying object cut a straight line in the sky, heading straight for this side, and also sprinkled purple lightning sparks in the night sky. The sound must be undoubtedly what it makes.

Alice Phil was stunned and opened her mouth in surprise.

“…… Tank ......"

Judging from the appearance, this is an ancient chariot with two fronts, and it is not a war horse tied to the wheel, but a burly and toned bull with muscles rolling like waves, and the hooves of the ox are stepping on the void, pulling a luxurious and magnificent chariot.

No, the chariot is not simply floating in the air, the wheels of the chariot are roaring, and the bull's hooves are stepping on lightning instead of the earth.

Every time the hooves and chariots kicked the empty sky, purple lightning flashed its spiderweb-shaped tentacles, curling the atmosphere upwards with a deafening sound, and the magic of the lightning was probably comparable to that of Lancer and Saber.

Only the Servant's Noble Phantasm can be so weird and unleash such a huge amount of magic, and it doesn't take much to think that this must be the third Servant to intervene in the duel between Saber and Lancer, so it appeared.

“……”

Saber and Lancer both looked nervous and didn't say a word, staring at the sudden arrival of the chariot, Alice Field's panic was self-evident, and Lancer's Master, who had not yet appeared, must have trembled.

If it is a heroic spirit with such a huge thunder and lightning energy wrapped around its body, it may be the predecessor of Thor, and if it is a thunder god related to a bull, the first thing that comes to mind is the supreme god of Olympus.

The chariot with thunder and lightning on its feet circled over Lancer and Saber menacingly, and then lowered its speed and landed on the ground, where it landed between the two heroic spirits facing each other, blocking the blades and spears of the two men, and retracting the dazzling thunder light while landing on the ground, revealing the figure of a giant man, standing majestically on the bridge of the chariot.

"Put away your weapons for me on both sides, in front of this king!"

The unhurried roar rivaled the thunder of his speeding appearance in the sky, and his fierce gaze seemed to force back the blades and spears that were facing each other.

Needless to say, Lancer and Saber are both well-known Heroic Spirits, and they can't just scare them with a casual roar, but this new Heroic Spirit didn't just shoot them to attack them, but just to disrupt their duel, so the two of them couldn't help but hesitate when they didn't understand his intentions in doing so.

After first weakening Lancer and Saber's momentum, the burly charioteer continued to say in a stern tone, "My name is Iskandar, King of Conquest, who participated in this Holy Grail War and earned the rank of Rider. ”

Everyone present was really dumbfounded at this time, on the battlefield of the Holy Grail, it is impossible for Servant to report his home, his real name is the key to strategy, and the most restless thing is Webb, who is sitting next to Rider.

"What are you thinking, stupid!!" Webber was so deranged that he forgot his fear even when confronted by Rider's massive frame, and he bluffed Rider as he clutched Rider's coat tightly.

"Poof~!" The bull's relentless boos echoed in the night air, and Webb's protest fell silent. Rider ignored Master's protests, glanced at Lancer and Saber on the left and right, and asked:

"You fight each other for the Holy Grail,...... Before you fight, I have one thing to ask you, I don't know what kind of expectations you each have for the Holy Grail, but now think about whether your wishes carry more weight than the grand aspirations that include heaven and earth. Saber didn't understand what he meant, but his instincts told him that the true meaning of the words was dangerous, and his eyes widened unconsciously.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Huh? I'm very clear. ”

At this point, Rider still maintained his majesty, but his tone had become much softer and more harmonious.

"When I come to the battlefield, do you have any plans to give me the Holy Grail? If you give me the Holy Grail, I will see you as friends and share with you the joy of conquering the world. ”

“……”

It was such a nonsensical proposition that Saber froze without even getting angry, and Lancer across from him didn't know what to say.

Iskandar, the king of conquest, was indeed an extraordinary heroic spirit, and no one in human history was as eager to realize his ambition to conquer the world as he was.

But despite this, what about Rider's proposal? Suddenly appearing, saying his real name in the open, and asking others to be respectful to him before he has even confronted others, all of the above actions make people think that he has no intention of joining the Holy Grail War, this kind of thing is the first time he has encountered it, this kind of thing is the first time he has encountered it, it is a wise decision or a stupid move, it is difficult to judge.

"I admire the courage of your self-reported home just now, but...... I find it difficult to agree to your offer. Lancer shook his head with a wry smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his sword-like eyes collided head-on with the disdainful eyes of the King of Conquest.

"It is up to me to take up the Holy Grail, the vow I have made to the only new monarch in this world. The one who holds the Holy Grail is definitely not you. Rider。 ”

“…… Are you trying to state those jokes that are hindering my duel with the knights? Saber asked, following Lancer's words.

The expression on her face was different from that of the beautiful Lancer, not even a smile, and for a serious person, Rider's proposal itself was extremely unpleasant.

"King of Conquest, you've gone too far. This was an intolerable insult to the knights. ”

Lancer and Saber turned their hostile gaze to Rider together, Rider seemed to be embarrassed and muttered "um", while unconsciously squeaking his temples with his fists, Rider couldn't help but make helpless movements, but his majestic sitting posture did not waver in the slightest, so in fact, Rider can be called a person with an extremely rare sense of existence.

“…… Are you going to negotiate terms with me? ”

"Less nonsense!"

Feeling as if Rider was about to utter flattering words, Lancer and Saber both refused, and Saber continued with a disappointed look on his face.

"Say it again...... I am also the ruler of a kingdom in the kingdom of Britain, and no king can bow to others, no matter what kind of king he is. ”

"Oh? The King of Britain? Rider, perhaps interested in Saber's manifesto, raised his eyebrows, "This is so surprising to me that the world-famous Knight King is a little girl." ”

"Then try to eat the sword of this little girl in your mouth, conquer the king!"

Saber lowered his voice as he raised his sword, his left hand still unable to hold the sword, the four fingers of his left hand were just resting on the hilt, but the fighting spirit that shook from the blade of the sword was more solemn than when fighting Lancer.

Rider frowned and sighed, "Then our negotiations will break up, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Rider muttered face down for a moment when he noticed the resentful look in his eyes looking up from his feet.

"Ahh......h

Because of the pain of the swollen forehead, and more tragic than the pain, regret, Webb's cry swept low through the air.

"What should I do, what do you say, and what you say about conquest, isn't it disgusting in the end...... Do you really think you can beat Saber and Lancer? The burly Servant didn't show any guilt in the face of Master's question, but laughed out loud, "No, isn't there such a saying, 'It's better to talk about it'." ”

"'Talk about it' isn't your real name, is it?!"

Angry, Webb cried out as he struck the upright Rider's chest armor with two powerless fists.

Seeing this sad scene, Alice Fell neither despised nor sympathized, but felt that she could no longer be silent.

The tense air strangely relaxed—

"Really? I see? ”

-- but it was solidified again by the grumbling that was so low that it was close to the ground.

He is the master of Lancer, who has not yet appeared. After urging his or her Servant to use the Noble Phantasm, he or she was silent again, and at this moment he or she interjected to ask Webb what he or she was here for. This is also a completely different tone from the one just now, revealing a voice of hatred.

"What the hell did you go berserk and steal my relics? If you think about it, maybe it's the reason why you want to participate in the Holy Grail War. Weber. Mr. Velvett. ”

Webb heard his name called viciously, and knew that the object of hatred was himself, and not only that, but Webb might be able to guess the owner of the voice.

"That'...... ......"

How could Webb not guess the owner of that voice? If he is as high as the Clock Tower Instructor, even if Iskandar's coat is stolen, the relics of other Heroic Spirits can still be prepared. In this way, in this land of winter wood, even if that man stood here as Webb's enemy this time, there was nothing incredible.

"It's a pity, I wanted to make this lovely student happy, Webb, a mortal like you deserves a stable life that belongs only to mortals."

Webber was so dizzy with hallucinations that he couldn't tell where the sound came from, and he didn't know how many times he had tasted the feeling of his stomach churning—the feeling of the lecturer, Kenes Elumeroy Achipolud, whose mean, slender face, with his blue eyes mixed with insult and pity, looked down at Webber from the top of his head—and experienced it again profoundly.

Webber wanted to repay the lecturer with a beautiful sarcasm, and Webber preempted the lecturer and cleverly made Iskandar the Heroic Spirit a servant who obeyed him, which was not the best revenge for the humiliation he had endured for so long in the clock tower.

Yes, it's no longer a lecturer-student relationship, now he's my real enemy, I can hate him desperately, I can take his life, and of course he's my opponent.

During the years he lived in the clock tower, Webb hated the arrogant lecturer both in his sleep and in his wake, and even tried to kill him on several occasions.

- However, it was the first time that he had been so hated by the lecturer, and Webb, a young man, experienced the murderous gaze of a real magician for the first time.

The owner of the voice had a keen eye and saw the frozen fear on Webb's face. He continued in a creepy, icy banter as if he were toying Weber.

"I can't help it, Weber-kun. I'll give you extracurricular tutoring. The true meaning of the killing of magicians - the horror and pain of killing - I will give you without reservation. You think it's glorious. ”

In fact, Webb trembled with fear, and did not even bother to pay attention to the humiliation that this sentence brought him.

To become a true magician, one must make up one's mind to die...... This great principle, which can only be understood in words, is now experienced by Weber.

The man's gaze from nowhere was even more deadly, and the magician's murderous aura in his heart was when he decided to issue a "death declaration" - something that Webb had not known until now.

At this moment, something gently but forcefully wrapped its arms around the young man's shoulder, who was trembling alone with fear.

Webber was frightened by the thick but gentle sensation, the big man, the Servant's hand, the rough and discrete five fingers, could only be the object of fear for the diminutive Master.

"Hey Magician, it seems to me that you are trying to replace my little Master and become my Master."

Rider asks Lancer's Master who is hiding nowhere, and in fact he has a malicious smile of pity on his face, causing his face to smile crookedly.

"It's ridiculous if that's the case. The man who became my master should be a warrior who gallops on the battlefield with me, not a coward who doesn't even dare to show his face. ”

Silence fell, and only the anger of the unseen Master spread through the night's air. Rider burst out laughing, this time facing the empty night sky, laughing as loudly as he could.

"Come out! There must be someone else. Hide in the dark and peek at our accomplices! ”

Both Saber and Lancer looked surprised.

"- What's wrong with you? Rider……”

Facing Saber, who asked him, the King of Conquest smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Saber and Lancer, it's really remarkable that you are fighting face to face, and the sword halberds make such a crisp collision sound, I am afraid that there is more than one heroic spirit that has been drawn."

Alice Phil was terrified. It was as if he was being seen through by Kiritsugu, who didn't know where to hide, but Rider had nothing but other servants in mind, and Rider wanted to send the deafening sound to every corner around him, so he shouted loudly again.

"Pathetic, pathetic! The heroes gathered in Fuyuki didn't they have any thoughts when they saw the courage of Saber and Lancer here? It's really cowardly to have a real name worth boasting about, but secretly keep peeking here, and the Heroic Spirits will be panicked when they hear this, huh!? After a loud laugh, Rider tilted his head slightly, revealing a fearless expression at the corners of his mouth, and finally looked around with defiant eyes, "Heroes who have been invited by the Holy Grail War, gather here now, cowards who are afraid to even show up, lest Iskander, the king of conquest, insult you, you give me enlightenment!" ”

Rider's passionate speech even reached Emiya Kiritsugu, who was secretly watching from the container yard in the distance, and it also reached the ears of Maiya, who was watching on the other side.

The way of thinking of the heroes of the primeval era was so far from Kiritsugu that he couldn't even sigh.