“…… ri-rider, hey, hey......"

Even though Webb shouted uneasily, Rider still didn't move. He looked at the Assassin around him, his eyes still calm.

"Hey, kids, don't be so embarrassed. Isn't it just that there are guests at the banquet, and the wine is still drunk. ”

"Where do they look like guests!?"

Rider smiled wryly and sighed, and then faced the Assassin who surrounded him, and he greeted with a dull expression like a fool:

"I said, guys, can you restrain your ghostly spirit? My friend was terrified by you. ”

Saber thought he had misheard, and even Archer frowned.

"Do you want to invite them to the table? Conquer the King. ”

"Of course, the king's speech should be heard by all the people, and since someone has come to listen to it, it doesn't matter whether it is an enemy or a friend."

Rider said calmly, scooping out the bottle of red wine with a handle and reaching out to the Assassins.

"Come, you're welcome, if you want to drink together, come and get the cup yourself. The wine is with your blood. ”

A piercing thud answered rider.

Only the handle of the spoon was left in Rider's hand, and the spoon had partially fallen to the ground. It was done by one of the Assassins, and the wine in the spoon was scattered on the floor of the atrium.

“……”

Rider speechlessly looked down at the wine scattered on the ground. The skull masks laughed as if they were mocking him.

"-Don't say I didn't warn you."

Rider's tone was still calm, but it was clear that the feeling had changed. The only people who noticed this change were the two people who had been drinking with him before.

"As I said, 'this wine' is 'your blood' - isn't it? Since you let it spill on the ground, then I'm ......."

Before the words fell, a whirlwind whistled.

The wind was hot and dry, as if it were about to burn everything. It wasn't like a forest at night, or the wind in the atrium of a castle - it came from the desert and roared in your ears.

Sensing sand in his mouth, Webb quickly spat on it. This is indeed sand. What was brought by the strange wind was really hot sand that would not have been possible.

"Saber, and Archer, the final question of the feast—is the king alone?"

Rider, who was standing in the center of the hot air, asked. Looking at the cloak fluttering on his shoulders, I don't know when he has returned to the proper attire of a conquering king.

Archer laughed. There was no need to ask at all, so he replied with silence.

"Look at the mood, when I am happy, I will also be happy with the people, there is no loneliness or not!

Saber didn't hesitate either. If she wavered in her faith, it would be a denial of what she had spent as a king.

"Wang ...... Nature is lonely high"

Rider laughed. As if in response to the laughter, the whirlwind grew stronger.

"No, doesn't it mean that you didn't answer! Today I will teach you what the real king is! ”

An unidentified hot wind eroded the present world, and then, subverted.

In the strange phenomenon that appeared in the night, distance and location had lost their meaning. The dry wind with hot sand changed everything it went.

"How, how can this be ......?"

Webb and Alice Fell exclaimed...... This is a phenomenon that only people who know magic can understand.

"It's actually - the inherent enchantment?!"

The sun scorching the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon blurred by the sand. There is no obscuration as far as the eye can see.

Einzbelen at night changes in an instant, no doubt that it is just an illusion that has eroded the present world. It can be said that this is the limit of magic that can be called a miracle.

"How is that possible...... can actually embody the scene in my heart...... You're not a magician!? ”

"Of course not, how can I do it alone."

Iskander, standing in the midst of the wide barrier, smiled proudly and denied.

"This is the land that our army once traversed. The warriors who have shared the weal and woe with me have this scenery firmly imprinted in their hearts. ”

As the world changed, the five people who were originally surrounded also changed positions.

The Assassins, who had been encircled, were moved to the side alone, with the Rider standing in the center. On the other side are Saber, Archer, and two magicians. In other words, Rider stood alone in front of the Assassins.

――Do you mean that you should fight alone?

All stared at the mirage-like images that appeared around him. One, two, four, the images gradually increased, and it looked like an army. The color also became more and more intense.

"The world can be reproduced because it is imprinted on the hearts of each of us."

In the stunned eyes of everyone, materialized cavalry appeared around Iskandar one after another. Although they are of different races and equipment, their strong bodies and brave knights all show the strength of the army.

Only one person figured out what was going on in this strange scene.

"These people...... It's all servant ......."

Since he was the only one present who was the master, he understood that the true trump card of the Servant Immortal Iskandar, the true body of the ultimate treasure, was appearing in front of his eyes.

"Behold, my peerless army!"

Full of pride and pride, the King of Conquest stood in front of the cavalry ranks, raising his arms and shouting.

"Even if they are destroyed, their heroic spirits are still called, and they are the legendary warriors of my loyalty. Travel through time to answer my call to eternal friends.

They are my treasure! It's my king's way! The strongest treasure in Iskan - 'The King's Army'!! ”

EX-level anti-military treasures, a continuous summoning of Reading Servant.

There are the gods of war, the kings of Maharaja, and the founders of dynasties. Gathered in front of you are unique heroic spirits that have only been heard of in legends.

All of them had great fame - they were warriors who fought alongside the great Iskander.

A horse without a rider gallops towards the rider. It was a sturdy, huge horse. If it were human, its majesty would not be inferior to that of other Heroic Spirits.

"Long time no see, partner."

Rider smiled childishly and hugged the horse's neck. Obviously, "she" is what will later be known as the legendary famous horse Besephalus. Following the King of Conquest, even the horse became a heroic spirit.

No one could make a sound but marvel. Even Archer, who also possessed an EX-class super treasure, never sneered after seeing such a radiant army.

Bet on the dream of the king and gallop with the king on the battlefield.

Loyalty that never ends until death, the King of Conquest turned this into an exceptional treasure.

Saber was shocked, not terrified by the power of his Noble Phantasm, which had shaken her proud faith.

This perfect support -

The bond between the nobles and the courtiers -

In the career of chasing the ideal knight king, she never got something in the end-

"The king - to live more truthfully than anyone - to be admired by all!"

The rider who was straddling the back of Besephalus shouted. The Heroic Spirits shouted in unison with the sound of their shields clattering.

"The one who gathers the faith of all the brave and sets it as the goal of the expedition is the king. So—"

"The king is not alone. Because his will is the desire of all his subjects! ”

"Exactly! Precisely! Precisely! ”

The heroic spirits shouted loudly and soared through the sky. No matter what kind of enemy or bulwark, as long as it is in front of the conqueror king and his friends, it seems that there is no threat. That high fighting spirit can cross the earth and cut off the ocean.

Therefore, the assassins are nothing more than clouds in front of them.

"Alright, let's get started, Assassin."

Rider's smiling eyes were full of hideousness and cruelty. In the face of those who ignore the king's words and refuse the king's wine. He didn't want to show any more affection.

"As you can see, the battlefield of my embodiment is the plains. I'm sorry, but if I want to win more, I still have an advantage. ”

Forget the Holy Grail at this moment, forget the mission of victory and the spell. They have lost themselves.

Someone fled. Others shouted at themselves, others stood there in a daze—the skull masks were really just a rabble.

"Ravage!"

Rider ordered without hesitation. And then - "aaaalalalalalaie!!" ”

He was greeted with a loud roar. The invincible army that once swept through Asia shook the battlefield again at this moment.

This can no longer be considered a fight, it is more appropriate to say that it is a sweep.

Even if you use a grinding disc to grind mustard grains, the reaction is still a little bigger than now.

Wherever the "King's Army" went, there was no trace of an assassin to be seen, leaving only a slight trace of blood and dust in the air.

"Uh-oh!!"

Cheers of victory rang out. Offering victory to the king and praising the king's prestige, the heroic spirits who had completed their mission returned to their spirit state and disappeared into the distance.

Then, the barrier that had been maintained by their combined magic was lifted, everything shattered like foam, and the scenery changed back to the original night, and the few people stood in the atrium of Einzberen Castle again.

The white moonlight revealed the silence, and there was not a trace of dust in the air.

The three servants and the two magicians sat back in their original positions and raised their glasses again. The Assassins were gone, and only the remains of the shackles severed by the dagger confirmed what had just happened.

"--What a disappointment."

Rider muttered nonchalantly, draining the rest of the wine from his glass. Saber didn't answer, and Archer scoffed with a somewhat disgruntled expression. (To be continued.) )