Saber and the others chose the venue for the banquet by the flower bed in the atrium of the castle.

Because after last night's battle, all the unrelated personnel were sent away, so no one in the castle came to disturb them.

After making sure that Rider was not hostile for the time being, Saber led Rider and Webb to the atrium.

Putting aside the barrel of cheap red wine, the two servants sat down facing each other and began to confront each other leisurely.

Alice Phil and Webber, who were some distance away from the two kings, sat side by side, speculating about the situation, and realized that this meant a temporary truce, and he just had to watch from the sidelines.

Rider smashed the lid of the barrel with his big fist, and suddenly, the mellow aroma of red wine filled the air in the atrium.

"Haha, in this day and age, people use glasses to fill wine, but I think it's best for me to use wooden barrels to serve wine."

As he spoke, Rider proudly slapped the wine with a bamboo handle spoon placed inside the barrel.

Rider then took a sip of the wine from the spoon before speaking.

"Saber, you should know that only those who are approved by the Holy Grail can receive the Holy Grail."

Rider's serious tone of voice suddenly tensed up the relaxed atmosphere around him, and Saber's sitting body leaned forward slightly because of this.

This is similar to a brainless man actually speaking in such a tone, and I always feel that something is wrong.

"The Holy Grail War, that is the ritual of selecting the qualified person, that is, this war in Fuyuki, is actually quite cruel......"

"If the enemy I approve of is just a bystander, then there is no need to shed blood, but, if we can recognize each other's abilities, then, Saber, I don't need to say it, how about showing me your strength?"

“......”

Hearing this, Saber did not hesitate to take the handle spoon handed by the rider, and like the rider before, he also scooped a spoonful of red wine and drank it with his head up.

Saber's thin body and female identity always make people worry about whether she can really drink.

But looking at Saber's bold posture when drinking, Alice Fell felt that Saber's strength was not inferior to that of the tall rider.

"Good volume, Saber, I'm impressed with you!"

Seeing this, the rider sitting opposite Saber couldn't help but let out a pleasant compliment.

"Heh, this is nothing, in our time, this barrel of wine is barely an aperitif before a meal, so first of all, you want to compete with me to see who has the stronger alcohol and gas volume? rider。 ”

"Hahahahahaha, exactly, although we are just gambling on alcohol, this can be regarded as a real contest in the name of each other's 'king'."

"But in that case, the war we have at the wine table shouldn't be called the 'Holy Grail War', it's better to call it the 'King's Drinking War'......"

Rider changed his serious tone just now, and suddenly laughed heartily like a mischievous person, and said.

Then Rider spoke as if to himself.

"Ah, it looks like there's a person who claims to be the 'king' here, why don't you show up? Is it the fear of being defeated by us from the wine table? ”

“...... That's the end of the joke, you bastard. ”

As if in response to Rider's unclear words, a dazzling golden figure suddenly flashed in front of everyone and stood beside Saber and Rider.

The voice and the golden figure made Saber and Alice Phil and Webb's otherwise relaxed bodies stiffen instantly.

"Archer, why are you here......"

Placing the spoon in the barrel, Saber asked in a serious tone as he looked at the uninvited archer.

Saber was answered by a rider who was calm and unfazed by Archer's arrival.

"Well, well, Saber, don't mind, I happened to be shown by Archer when I was buying wine on the street, haha, but Archer is just here to drink today, and he doesn't mean to fight."

“...... But archer, you're still late, although I have an ox cart to get around, and you're not like me, only on foot, but it's still a bit slow. ”

Archer, dressed in ancient golden armor, looked proudly at Rider with scarlet eyes and said.

"Idiot, I really have no interest in bullying you today, but it's really a shame that you chose such a shitty place to hold a banquet, so you have this taste, so I rushed over on purpose, how are you going to apologize to me?"

"Hahaha, don't say that, Archer, come on, let's have a drink and get in."

Rider smiled haughtily and handed the wooden spoon full of red wine to arnetbsp; I thought that Archer would be angered by Rider's attitude and would not drink, but he simply took the wooden spoon and drank the red wine inside.

Alice Phil and Webb remembered what Saber had called "the challenge" at this point.

Archer, the golden spirit of the ancient but unknown Golden Hero, who also calls himself "King", is unlikely to refuse the bar handed by Rider.

"Cut, rider, what kind of bad wine are you drinking, and you actually use this bad wine to fight between heroes? There should be a limit to joking. ”

Archer said as he threw the wooden spoon back into the barrel with a look of disgust.

"Really? I bought it from a nearby liquor market, and I think it's a good sake compared to when I was there. ”

Rider said feeling good about himself.

"You think that just because you don't know how good or bad wine is, you bastard."

Listening to Rider's words, Archer, who scoffed at him, waved his hand, causing a golden void vortex to appear around him.

This was a precursor to the strange phenomenon that the archer was able to summon the Noble Phantasm a few days ago, and Webber and Alice Fell only felt a chill on their bodies just by looking at this scene, and they felt extremely frightened.

But today, instead of a treasure, a series of golden barware encrusted with dazzling gemstones appeared in the golden swirls around Archer.

The heavy golden bottle was filled with a colorless and clear liquor liquid, and as soon as the liquor was exposed to the air, it emitted a fragrance.

"Bastards, take a look, this is the real 'king's wine', the wine that the king is qualified to drink, rider, your wine is rubbish compared to this."

"Oh, that's so impressive."

Rider didn't mind Archer's foul tone, and instead happily poured the new wine into the three cups that Archer had summoned.

Saber still seemed to be quite wary of the unknown Archer, so she looked at the wine in the golden bottle with some hesitation.

However, seeing that Archer had raised his glass and drank, Saber took the glass that was handed to him.

"Oh, this wine is so delicious!!"

Rider took a sip of Archer's wine, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in praise.

Listening to the rider's admiration, even Saber was aroused by curiosity.

Originally, this was not a competition to see who was more decent, but a competition between wines, and it seems that Archer doesn't seem to be the kind of person who makes small moves.

When he raised his glass and let the wine flow into his throat, Saber only felt a strong feeling of expansion in his brain.

This is indeed a good wine she has never tasted, strong and pure, mellow and refreshing, and the strong fragrance fills the nasal cavity, making her whole person feel a sense of wandering.

Saber's fair face was slightly crimson from the alcohol.

"Great, this is certainly not the wine made by the average human winemaker, Archer, you guys can get this kind of wine, it's amazing."

Looking at the rider who did not hesitate to praise him, Archer showed a very leisurely smile.

At some point, Archer sat down, shook his glass contentedly, and confronted Saber and Rider in an equilateral triangle.

"Of course, whether it's wine or a sword, my treasure vault is stocked with only the best things, and it's better to be rotten...... This is the king's taste, well, you bastards probably don't have this taste. ”

Archer shook his golden-colored glass with one hand, letting the drink sway, and laughed.

"What kidding, arnetbsp; Listening to Archer's words, Saber said angrily.

The calm atmosphere between the three heroic spirits began to be replaced by a tense atmosphere.

"I'm annoyed to hear you boast about wine and stuff, Archer, you don't look like a king at all, but like a clown."

Saber said.

Archer sneered at Saber and replied.

"What a little girl who doesn't talk like that, even to me, a guy who doesn't even understand alcohol doesn't deserve to be called a king."

"You're ......!"

Maybe it's because of some alcohol, Saber, who was quite calm before, is now a little restless and has a tendency to fry his hair.

"Hey, you two, we're not here to quarrel, okay, you two just stop this senseless talk, we have another guest uninvited."

Rider smiled wryly and raised his hand, signaling Saber and Archer, who were arguing, to stop fighting.

At this point, Archer and Saber each snorted, and then turned their heads to look in the direction of the new engine.

That aura is quite familiar to the heroic spirits present.

(To be continued)