*BAM!*
The Gordius Wheel rolled along the asphalt road, leaving black marks. Finally, it stopped in the middle of the square.
Standing atop the high war chariot, a red giant over two meters tall stretched his arms and declared loudly,
"Before this king, both sides must sheathe their weapons!"
Waver, staggering from the chariot's speed, held his head and peeked out. Seeing the eyes on the ground, he nearly fainted.
"Rider! What are you doing again!"
Iskandar reached out, pressed Waver's head, and pushed him back into the chariot, then spoke to everyone present.
"I am Alexander the Great, King of Conquerors, descending into this world as Rider in this Holy Grail War."
Hearing Iskandar reveal his identity, Waver's face turned green. Although this was to save the world, wasn't the upcoming Holy Grail War the most important?
Now all the information had been leaked—what would happen to the future Holy Grail War?
"Are you willing to join under my banners and share the joy of conquering the world with me!"
As Iskandar's words ended, a clear silence followed. Not a single person at the scene was persuaded by Iskandar.
Or rather, everyone present was a Heroic Spirit with their own goals and desires—how could they possibly be persuaded by Iskandar?
"Sorry, I won't join under someone else's banner and help them conquer the world. If anyone helps, it's others helping me conquer the world."
"How about you join under my banner?"
Aslan narrowed his eyes and looked toward Iskandar. Of course, he wasn't interested in a bulky man like Iskandar.
However, this Grand Spirit Origin felt intriguing—perhaps it could be dismantled and studied.
"Young man, may I take that as a challenge to me?"
A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on Iskandar's face. He could allow others to join under his banner, but he would never allow himself to join under someone else's.
After all, a king could never submit to another.
"Hah? Didn't you say that first?"
Aslan couldn't help but raise his eyebrow and retort.
"You're not the only king here."
Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach. King Arthur, Artoria.
Of course, Aslan wasn't. He was just a Caster who happened to pass by.
"Sorry, I already have someone loyal to me."
Saber stepped in front of Aslan, drew her invisible sword, and refused.
In the previous fight against Scáthach, she hadn't had room to intervene, but facing Iskandar, she was no match.
"And your words just now—may I consider that an insult to my master?"
Having made her decision, Artoria would fulfill her oath and become the knight of male King Arthur, Aslan.
Making a king submit to another king's banner—wasn't that also an insult to her?
"Sorry, I now have a new goal."
Scáthach looked at Aslan and licked her lips. She truly wanted to keep fighting him.
What she called her desire for death, her longing for death, was nothing more than emptiness from not finding an opponent in her long life, and not finding direction after reaching the peak.
Now she had found motivation to move forward.
It was to fight Aslan in a true life-or-death battle, then die.
"A true king, no matter what, will not hide their name. This is a king's dignity. If even this cannot be done, they are not worthy of being a king."
Iskandar said without regret. If he was a king, he must openly reveal his identity.
"Am I right, famous King Arthur?"
"Of course."
Aslan smiled and nodded. Although this was just an identity freely given by Queen Halloween, at this moment, he truly was King Arthur.
"I'm sure I'm not the only one interested in that surging Mana. The Heroic Spirits summoned by the Counter Force and the Holy Grail have now gathered here!"
"If you're too afraid to come out, I, Iskandar, won't mind calling you cowards!"
As Iskandar's words ended, an arrogant male voice sounded.
"There are many mongrel kings who don't know their place, and divine spirits filled with disgusting auras tonight!"
Along with this sentence, a golden figure appeared amidst golden light, illuminating part of the night sky.
Standing atop a lamppost, a golden-haired youth in golden armor stared down at everyone with a cruel gaze.
King of Heroes Gilgamesh had arrived.
The next second, accompanied by a loud crashing sound and breaking bones.
*BOOM!*
Gilgamesh in golden armor flew from the lamppost like a bullet, crashing straight into a stack of containers. The pile instantly collapsed.
Aslan blew hot air from his fist.
"Sorry, I don't particularly like others looking down at me with condescending eyes." Aslan said casually.
(No, who are you? You're not a Three-Digit or King of Gods. Why are you looking down on him?)
If this were Gilgamesh from Little Garden, Aslan might have respected him. After all, he had also made a name for himself in wars like the Anti-Utopia War, just like Arthur—a true King of Heroes.
Divine spirits filled with disgusting auras? That's Shiroyasha's hobby, okay? What part is disgusting?
"Mongrel! How dare you attack this king!"
Gilgamesh struggled out of the rubble, wiped golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Aslan angrily.
Someone dared attack him right after his arrival!
"Are you ready to face my vengeance?"
The enraged Gilgamesh immediately activated his Noble Phantasm to attack, this time with full power.
Within a radius of dozens of meters around Gilgamesh, the entire sky was filled with golden ripples. Hundreds, even thousands of Noble Phantasms emerged from there, fired toward Aslan.
This incredible formation made Aslan slightly surprised. This scene was only used when fighting Berserker.
He was truly honored.
Aslan didn't speak. He silently closed the Gate of Babylon and added a few more locks.
Then he quietly watched Gilgamesh fire his Noble Phantasms.
"My younger self, I told you we should gather information first."
Inside Gilgamesh's mind, a childish voice sounded.
It was Kid Gil's voice. Kid Gil was now very dissatisfied with his younger self.
After all, to him, the Holy Grail War wasn't important. Gathering information about the Demon God was what mattered.
At the very least, they should wait until Sha Naqba Imuru could be used again.
Who would have thought he'd make such a huge mistake right after arriving.