"Don't make me laugh, clown," Archer scoffed, rolling his eyes at Iskandar's words. Then he continued, his tone dripping with arrogance:
"I alone am worthy of being called a King. The rest of you are nothing more than mongrels. A drinking feast for kings can only apply to me—when I drink alone."
"That's a rather provocative statement, Archer," Iskandar replied, though he showed no sign of being offended. "So, I take it you won't be coming?"
"No. I will come."
His answer was surprising. Even though his words could easily rile someone up, it seemed Archer was simply too proud to reject the invitation outright.
"I must show these other mongrels what a true King really looks like," Archer declared, then shot a sharp glance toward Allen before turning back to Iskandar. "Time and place?"
"Tonight, at Saber's castle. I can't think of a place more fitting than that. Though, Archer, don't tell me you don't know its location?" Iskandar teased.
"Of course I know. The entire world is under my surveillance," Archer replied smugly.
Iskandar only smiled at the answer.
"How about we make a race of it, then? Let's see who gets there first," he challenged.
Archer stared at him with disbelief.
"What makes a mongrel like you so confident that you could ever outpace me in a race?"
"Hahaha, even if I'm a Caster instead of a Rider, I still have plenty of faith in my steeds," Iskandar laughed. As a son of Zeus, his magecraft allowed him to summon divine chariots and mounts, and even with his Caster class, he could still call upon his divine heritage to create vehicles worthy of the gods.
"Alright, how about you both follow me? I've got a suggestion—if you truly want a fair race," Allen spoke up, cutting into the tension.
That made both Gilgamesh and Iskandar turn their eyes toward him.
"And what could a mongrel like you possibly propose?" Archer sneered.
"Just follow me. I'm sure you'll be interested," Allen said calmly.
Iskandar grinned, intrigued, and without hesitation followed Allen. Gilgamesh, too, decided to follow, though with far less enthusiasm.
Then they arrived at a private garage along the highway in northern Fuyuki. Allen opened it up, revealing an impressive collection of vehicles inside—motorcycles like Kawasaki and Ducati, cars such as the Ferrari F40, Lamborghini Diablo, even a NASCAR once driven by Bill Elliott, and a Formula 1 McLaren MP4/5B.
Iskandar's eyes widened in amazement at Allen's collection.
"Kid—" the Caster muttered, brushing his hand across the gleaming surface of a few cars, especially the striking red Ferrari that caught his full attention.
"No, no, no… I could never afford something like this. Even if I emptied my entire wallet, these machines are way too expensive. Just one of them could buy a luxury mansion," Waver Velvet said in disbelief.
"Party pooper," Allen teased, mocking him.
Waver ignored the jab and whined at Iskandar to behave himself. He knew exactly what his Servant was like—especially after hearing Iskandar's crazy idea about buying an American F-15 fighter jet. The King had claimed, "If we had one of those, we could easily win this Holy Grail War!" He had even suggested raiding a military base to seize tanks and other weapons, but fortunately Waver had managed to talk him out of that reckless plan.
Seeing his Master panic like this, Iskandar could only sigh, then turned to Allen.
"Leo, would you let me try out a few of these vehicles?"
"Of course. But they're only for getting to Saber's castle. After that, you return them here. Remember, these are just borrowed—because everything in this garage is meant as gifts for Rider."
"Hahaha! Thank you, young man, you really are considerate!" Iskandar laughed heartily, attempting to hug Allen, who quickly dodged away.
"I'm interested in a few of these machines, Rider. And from now on, they'll belong to me. As an exchange, I'll give you treasures of equal value to whatever I take," Archer suddenly declared. His golden eyes lingered on the Kawasaki motorcycle and the red Ferrari. Of course, as a king, he would never borrow anything—he would only claim ownership through trade.
"Master…" Medusa seemed uncertain. She wondered if some of Gilgamesh's treasures could prove useful to Allen in the future.
"It's your choice, Rider. Everything here belongs to you. If you want to trade them, I won't stop you," Allen said casually. He didn't care much—after all, treasures from Gilgamesh's vault might come in handy.
Medusa then addressed Gilgamesh directly.
"And what exactly could you offer me? These things are valuable—they're gifts from my Master."
"Are you challenging me, Rider? I possess all the treasures collected across countless worlds. I am the only true King—one who can buy anything in existence," Gilgamesh sneered proudly.
"You can say that. But do you have proof?" Medusa replied calmly, unflinching. Her tone was casual, but her stance was firm.
Allen couldn't help but admire her. It was as though Medusa had flipped 180 degrees in personality—becoming fierce and unwavering when it came to protecting something gifted to her by him.
Archer, noticing this shift, actually found it entertaining. To him, anything precious in this world should belong to him. The idea that Rider valued these gifts enough to stand against him only made it more amusing.
"How interesting. Very well—I accept your challenge," Archer said at last. He would prove that whatever Rider considered precious was nothing compared to the treasures in his own vault.
.....
Not long after that—
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we're going to enjoy a special racing event from the Fourth Holy Grail War—it has finally arrived!" said Allen, sitting on top of Pegasus and using a megaphone to project his voice.
"I am Leonardo, and I'll be your host for tonight's race! But before we begin, let's introduce the participants for this evening's competition!"
"First up, we have Archer, who is currently driving a Ferrari F40—" Allen announced, but before he could continue, Gilgamesh protested.
"NO! IT'S CALLED THE GOLD FERRARI! REMEMBER THAT!"
After buying the car, it seemed Gilgamesh had stored it inside his Gate of Babylon and then modified part of its interior, turning it into pure gold with just a hint of red accents.
"Okay… my apologies for that. Let me correct myself—this is the Gold Ferrari…" Allen said, before listing off the car's specifications. He tried to keep himself from saying anything negative since this was now an official race he was hosting.
"Hmph, what's clear is that the winner will be me," Archer declared arrogantly, as usual.
"Next, we have Rider—he is currently driving a Lamborghini Diablo!" Allen continued. Medusa only smiled as she watched her Master riding Pegasus in the skies above.
"And finally, in the third slot, we have Caster—driving a NASCAR vehicle that once won a major championship," Allen announced, pointing out that the car had been driven by the legendary Bill Elliott.
Hearing that, Iskandar grinned.
"So this car has already tasted victory in a championship? Hahahaha! I like it even more now!"
"Alright, now let me explain the rules," Allen said. "You are forbidden from using your powers—no magecraft, no magical weapons, nothing like that. This will be a fair race, so I expect you not to ram into each other on purpose. The point here is to show off your skill behind the wheel. Oh, and don't worry—all the cars have been modified, and I guarantee their performance is beyond the standard factory models. That's all from me. Now, are you all ready?"
Brumm… brumm… brumm… The engines roared, the cars revving eagerly at the starting line.
"Three… "
"two… "
"one…"
"zero! GO GO GO!"
At zero, Pegasus spread its wings, carrying Allen up into the night sky. The sound of screeching tires and roaring engines filled the streets as the cars shot forward at breakneck speed.
"Lalalalalala!" Iskandar yelled at the top of his lungs, while Waver, seated in the passenger seat, could do nothing but pray they made it to the finish alive.
Meanwhile, Gilgamesh only smirked—he had taken the early lead right from the start, clearly enjoying the thrill of this little entertainment.
And Medusa's eyes stayed sharp and focused on the road ahead.
"Caster, what do we do? Archer seems to be leading up front," said Waver. Even in his panic, he still managed to comment—clearly hoping Caster would win this race.
"No problem, don't be hasty. Just watch Rider—he isn't rushing ahead because there's a sharp turn coming up," Caster explained calmly.
And sure enough, Archer, who hadn't been paying much attention to the road, suddenly slammed on the brakes hard to avoid crashing.
"Damn it! Who designed this cursed road?!" Archer roared, just as Caster and Rider swiftly overtook him.
But Archer immediately stomped on the gas again, his engine roaring furiously as if the car itself was enraged, desperate to reclaim the lead.
After passing Archer, Caster also pressed the accelerator, knowing a long straight stretch was just ahead.
"See? Just like I told you," Caster said to Velvet.
But Rider wasn't about to fall behind either. With a wild grin, he stepped on the gas and his car surged forward, rapidly closing the distance between him and Caster.
"And now, the rankings have shifted! Archer, who started off in first place, has dropped to last after the very first corner. Caster now leads in first place, with Rider right behind in second!"
"However, more sharp turns lie ahead before they reach the highway. Will the rankings change again?!"
After that, Allen, who was flying above on Pegasus, felt as if someone was watching him.
'Tch… Assassin. You really are a boring man, Tokiomi.'
After a series of sharp turns, the three cars finally burst onto the highway. By now, Archer seemed to have grown more accustomed to handling his car and was trying to reclaim first place. But Rider was deliberately blocking him from behind, refusing to give way.
"Tsk… move! Don't block my road!" Archer snapped in frustration.
Just as he finally saw a chance to overtake, a massive truck appeared ahead, blocking his path.
"Damn it!" Archer cursed.
Rider, too, was being blocked—this time by Caster, who cleverly cut off every attempt to pass.
But when the road ahead suddenly cleared, Archer smirked and seized the opportunity. He slammed a switch—activating nitrous. His car roared with explosive speed, flames spitting from the exhaust.
"Hahahaha! You damn mongrels, eat my dust!" Archer shouted triumphantly.
Caster frowned, then reluctantly released Rider and followed suit, firing up his nitrous as well. His car screamed forward with equal fury.
"Don't get cocky, Archer! You're not the only one who can do that!"
Medusa, calm and quiet the whole time, pressed harder on the gas pedal. She waited for just the right moment, her eyes coldly focused.
"Amateurs," she muttered softly.
Then—at high RPM—she triggered her nitrous. Her Lamborghini Diablo blasted past both Archer and Caster in a breathtaking surge of speed.
"Oh… oh… ohhh! Unbelievable! It looks like Rider has taken the lead at the very last moment!" Allen's voice boomed from the sky as he swooped down, marking the finish line.
The others, unwilling to give up, pushed their cars to the limit. Gilgamesh, furious at the sight of the finish line so close, stomped the accelerator even harder. But it was too late—Medusa was already far ahead.
Wush… Wush… Wush!
All three cars blazed across the finish line, smashing straight through into the Einzbern Castle grounds.
"Finish!!! The winner is… Rider!!" Allen announced joyfully.
Meanwhile, inside the castle, Kiritsugu received a troubling report from a homunculus.
"Master, it seems intruders have breached the castle."
Kiritsugu scowled at the news. He moved to check for himself—and there, right before Saber, he saw Allen descending with Pegasus, crashing through every barrier in his way, followed closely by three roaring race cars.
"Rider's Master… what on earth is he doing here?" Saber said, gripping her sword tightly.
But when her eyes fell on Rider, Archer, and Caster—all still inside their cars—she couldn't help but feel something was deeply wrong about this bizarre scene.
Kiritsugu, grim and pragmatic, chose to vanish into the shadows, preparing to strike from safety. He left Saber to face this strange intrusion alone.
Saber, watching her Master retreat yet again, couldn't hide her disappointment.
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