“Arhcer？”

The golden spirit condensed into a blonde man in a motorcycle suit in front of Artoria and Alice Phile--looking at his relaxed attire, Artoria suddenly felt that he and Weber were not here to fight;

So she put down the holy spear in her hand, but her face was still tense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Huh?" Gilgamesh was slightly stunned when he saw Artoria's state, "Didn't you tell her?" ”

He asked Webb, who shrugged, "It's not too late to tell. ”

"Rider, we're not here today to fight...... Well, it's just that I want to have a wine banquet in your territory. ”

"Only for the three of you, the banquet."

Webber looked at Artoria laughing;

Artoria nodded knowingly, and the holy spear gradually turned into a spirit child and dispersed.

“Rider？” Alice Fell looked at Artoria, who had lost her will to fight, and wondered;

"Ellie, this is the challenge - I am the king, he is the king, and Lancer is the king. If you want to divide the wine table into high and low, it is equivalent to a "battle" without bloodshed. Artoria said solemnly, "Prepare the wine table, this is a royal argument." ”

Alice Phil nodded as if she didn't understand, and when Artoria said this, the black and purple spirit child behind Webber condensed, and Skaha appeared.

She was so beautiful with her mask removed, but with a thin gauze on her head.

――――――

The wine table was set, and Skaha and Artoria sat together, with Gilgamesh opposite;

Webb was on the other side, and Alice Fell was a little far away.

"This banquet is held by me, Weber Emeloy Wilwitt."

Weber's expression was a little solemn, and he bowed slightly to the three people in the room—this was the importance of the king.

After being strengthened, not only did his short gray hair become long, but the lines of his face also became tough. So at this moment, when he was serious, his face changed from delicate to cold.

At this moment, although he is still thin, he gives people a different feeling.

"I have heard that only those who are qualified receive the Holy Grail;

And the ritual of selecting the person who is qualified is the war that is being fought in Fuyuki - but if it is only a bystander, then there is no bloodshed. But you are both heroic spirits, if you can recognize each other's abilities, then you don't need to talk about it later, right? Webber stood and said in a good manner, but it was actually the first time he had hosted a banquet.

The performance is passable, but Gilgamesh is full of---

"It's a wine feast, but what about the wine?" He said dissatisfiedly, as if accusing Weber of not being serious.

There was no wine at the banquet, and Artoria looked at Webber with a strange look;

Only Skaha knew why Weber hadn't prepared the wine.

"Huh...... I don't think the wine of the world is worthy of being tasted by the kings. Webb looked at Gilgamesh with a strange smile.

Gilgamesh: "......"

"Yes, you kid took a lot of things from me today."

As he said helplessly, golden spatial ripples appeared, a large golden wine jug, and four golden wine glasses fell.

Webber smiled indifferently, and after placing the four glasses in front of the four men, he filled the other three with the clear liquid, except for pouring the wine glasses in front of him.

He didn't deserve to drink it, it was a wine that only kings, or heroes who listened to the arguments between kings, and Gilgamesh only brought him an extra glass of wine to save face, but if he still poured it into it stupidly, he didn't know how to lift it.

"Nice wine."

Among the three kings who took a sip, it turned out to be the cold Skaha who took the lead in exclaiming.

"That's nature, whether it's wine or sword, I have only the best in my treasure trove - that's the king's taste." Gilgamesh said with some smugness, and Skaha, who understood his identity, had no opinion.

But Artoria doesn't know:

"Okay, the wine is good, but I'm tired of always listening to your boasting, you don't look like a king, but like a clown." Artoria uttered words that were more of a spit than a mockery.

Gilgamesh was not angry, presumably thinking that Artoria did not know his identity, so he maintained the idea that "the ignorant are not guilty".

"Archer, I haven't tasted yours, but judging by the reaction of my Lancer, it's absolutely superb, and the best of the best wines can only be matched by the cup of the most precious - but alas, the Holy Grail is not for wine. Now that the three of you are in a Grail quiz to see if you qualify for the Holy Grail, you first have to tell the other two kings why you want the Holy Grail. Archer, find a way to convince us that you are worthy of the Holy Grail, Archer. ”

Webber chuckled and said, and when he said "my Lancer", Gilgamesh and Artoria both heard a little something, and after looking at the expressionless Skaha and Webber with interest, Gilgamesh spoke at Weber's question:

"First of all, Weber, the question of "fighting for the Holy Grail" is too much of a joke for me."

"What?"

Although he knew Gilgamesh's identity, he had to pretend.

"It was supposed to be my possession. All the treasures in the world originated from my collection, but because it was a long time later, it was lost from my treasury, but its owner is still me. Gilgamesh said proudly.

Skaha was silent;

And Artoria --

"Oh? So what are you pursuing the Holy Grail for? Look at the way you look...... The Holy Grail War that you don't seem to have participated in for some desire? Artoria asked.

"As long as it's a 'treasure', then it must belong to me, that's clear. But some people actually want to take my treasure, it's a little self-aware. Gilgamesh said coldly, "I identify with their heroes, but my things are fought over without my consent...... Hmph, that makes me very upset. ”

“......”

Artoria's eyes narrowed slowly;

She was contemplating Gilgamesh's identity - while his speech was similar to that of a deranged Caster, she wouldn't be so superficial as a deranged person.

"So Archer, that means that as long as you nod your head and say yes, will the rest of the Heroic Spirits get the Holy Grail?" Webb asked.

(To be continued)