Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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The Einzbern family castle was a very luxurious building.

However, for Alexander the Great, who once enjoyed a life of luxury, it could only be described as shabby.

That's right, it's shabby.

Rider grinned, revealing his pearly white teeth, and sat without a care in the world in the center of the flower garden at Eindzbern Castle.

He was wearing a white modern vest, seemingly a accessory for some strategy game.

This strange behavior greatly puzzled Saber and Irisviel.

Waver Velvet, meanwhile, huddled behind the massive Rider, simply watching Artoria and Irisviel...

I don't know if it was fear or hostility.

But what I feel most strongly is—[I really want to go home].

Irisviel looked the Conqueror up and down and found that he was not only wearing strange modern clothes, but also carrying a huge wooden barrel.

"What exactly are you here for, Conqueror King?"

Somewhat inexplicable.

What is Iskandar doing here? His attire doesn't look like that of a hero coming to participate in the Holy Grail War; he looks more like an old man delivering water.

"Isn't it obvious, Saber? I've come to have a drink with you."

The conqueror said matter-of-factly, holding a barrel of wine, and with a gentle crack, the barrel opened.

The burly red-haired man wore a hearty smile as he looked at the clear, refreshing liquor, then turned to look at Saber.

The sweet aroma of red wine immediately filled the air of the courtyard at night.

"Hahaha! Drinking at night can be quite fun, Saber, are you scared?"

The Conqueror King looked at the Knight King with a defiant air.

"What are you saying, Conqueror King?! I am, after all, the king of a nation. You are seriously underestimating me!"

Artoria's personality clearly shows a strong-willed nature.

She accepted the challenge with the same imposing and heroic spirit as when she went into battle.

"Erjiuqi"XLuchuyinyisanba$That's right, sit over there. I've prepared a lot of good stuff, hahaha!"

Iskandar took a long-handled bamboo ladle, scooped up a glass of red wine, and began to drink it by himself.

In this case...

Just sitting there doing nothing is indeed a bit excessive.

Artoria also used a bamboo-tube-like spoon to scoop some red wine from the glass.

Despite her short stature, Artoria is just as bold. Her appearance may be frozen at the moment she pulled the sword from the stone, but her spirit has continued to grow.

Therefore, it is natural not to fear the challenge of Iskandar.

The two kings are naturally competing here.

The Masters, on the other hand, sat obediently to one side.

"Wow... I thought it would be some kind of royal banquet, but it turns out to be such a cramped and suffocating place. Conqueror, just based on this, I can see your magnanimity."

"You intend to apologize for making me condescend to this place?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't say things like that, Gilgamesh. Anyone who's late, punish yourself with a drink! Here you go!"

Iskandar smiled and handed the bamboo spoon filled with red wine to the golden figure that had suddenly appeared.

"Humph."

Gilgamesh looked at Iskandar with his scarlet eyes.

However, seemingly because it was Iskandar who handed it to him, Gilgamesh took it and drank the wine in one gulp.

This is a provocation from the King of Conquerors. If Gilgamesh considers himself a king, then he must drink this cup of provocation.

Clearly, it appears that the Conqueror King holds the upper hand.

Alexander the Great, who was able to create a vast empire spanning Asia, Africa, and Europe, was indeed extraordinary.

Although he's a fool, he's a bold fool with ideals and goals.

His "stupidity" is more reflected in his "lack of attention to detail," which can be interpreted as a sign of a great talent and ambition.

These are all little tricks and techniques that allow the Conqueror to take the initiative.

but...

Gilgamesh still gave a cold laugh.

In front of Artoria and Iskandar, he spat out the wine with a look of disgust.

"What kind of cheap, rotten wine is this? Heh, judging heroes by this kind of inferior wine, Conqueror King... I think your capacity has reached its limit."

Gilgamesh simply threw the bamboo spoon away.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Ikandar looked displeased: "This is a rare find among wines on the market."

"Ha, it seems you don't know what real wine is, you inferior bastards."

Gilgamesh sneered.

Golden distortions appeared in the space behind them; this was the Golden Treasury from which various treasures had been thrown out earlier.

The legendary treasure contains all the original texts of human wisdom.

——【Gate of the King】

However, this time, instead of weapons, they threw out luxurious golden wine cups and a magnificent-looking court wine pot.

The heavy golden bottle was filled with a clear, colorless liquid.

"Feel honored, you scoundrel. My treasury contains all the treasures of the world. The wine treasured in my treasury is not something ordinary people can drink."

indeed.

From a purely technical standpoint, how could wine from four or five thousand years ago possibly taste good?

However, if it's a divine brew, then that's a different story.

"Wow, this is amazing!"

Iskandar's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise him.

The three kings thus began to discuss the capacity of a king in the center of the Einzbern castle.

An Uruk village chief...

A Macedonian war maniac...

There's also a knight king who doesn't understand human nature...

On the other hand, do these three really have the magnanimity of a king?

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"Looks like Kama isn't here."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood on a high place, her gaze fixed on the banquet of the three kings.

"After all, the three strongest warriors in the Holy Grail War are all here. Even Kama doesn't have the courage to fight three of them at once."

So it probably won't happen, right?

"Ugh..."

"I originally thought this Holy Grail War would be over as long as Kiritsugu Emiya didn't destroy the Greater Grail. Turns out, even if we can't prevent the Greater Grail from descending, that idiot Kama is going to cause trouble too..."

This has left Fujimaru Ritsuka somewhat at a loss.

"Let the Holy Grail War unfold as it may, and then annihilate it once the calamity has fully formed..."

How many more people will be sacrificed this time...?

It seems unlikely that they will be sacrificed, right?

However, since Caster, a ruthless killer, is present, there's probably no chance of indiscriminate killing of innocents.

If things go well, Fujimaru Ritsuka will not only be able to protect this world, but also capture that idiot Kama.

Think of this.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's figure emerged from the shadows.

She waved to the three kings.

"Hey, we meet again."

The blonde girl wore a light smile, and her gentle gaze swept over everyone present, seemingly miraculously easing the tense atmosphere between the three kings.

That's probably a talent too.

The ability to get along with even the most difficult people is an innate talent of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Heh. I thought it was some scoundrel from somewhere, but it turns out to be you! What, you were also summoned to this shabby banquet by this foolish conqueror king?"

Gilgamesh sneered and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, asking her a question.

"This is not."

Fujimaru Ritsuka shook her head:

"I came uninvited, and I'm not a king or anything... I can't really get a word in edgewise at a king's banquet."

"Then what are you here for?"

Gilgamesh tilted his head, his blood-red eyes scrutinizing Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Just asking, have you seen a little girl with white hair and red eyes, about this tall?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka gestured at her waist:

"She's lost."

Gilgamesh remained silent.

I thought they were here for something else, but it turns out they're looking for their child.

This guy, of all people, does this kind of thing at a king's banquet.

"Well, since you're all guests, I can help you find something, young lady. How about we sit down and have a drink to relax?"

The Conqueror King grinned broadly. If it weren't for the war, one could tell that he was a very easygoing person.

"I'm not old enough to drink yet, so let's skip it."

"Tch, foolish. My laws don't have any age restrictions on drinking. You have this level of power, why would you follow such a ridiculous rule?"

Gilgamesh scoffed:

"Even if she has the bloodline of the Star Elf, she is still just a little girl."

"That's not right. Everyone started as a child. Even the King of Heroes must have been a child at some point, right?"

"Ah."

The King of Heroes did not get angry, but instead teased him rather jokingly:

"If I had known I would grow up to be like this when I was young, I probably would have chosen to commit suicide without hesitation, wouldn't I?"

"But growth is growth. The path of human progress has no possibility of turning back."

There was indeed a subtle philosophical insight in his calm tone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised an eyebrow: "Oh, right..."

"The King of Heroes does say some good things sometimes."

"Fools, I'm just too lazy to reason with you bunch of scoundrels. Everything in the world should follow the king's words, and all things in the universe should be under the king's control."

The Hero King held his head high, looking down at his superior position with an arrogant smile on his face.

"so smart?"

"Well, of course."