"Pfft..." The exaggerated scene made Saber burst out laughing.
"Then, Saber, do you still pursue the Holy Grail?" Ryougi Raku gently asked the question.
"Of course, this is the goal I've set, and I must achieve it! What's more, my vow hasn't ended yet!" Saber looked at Ryougi Raku's face with determination and said.
"...I see. Then, what if the Holy Grail's final form isn't what you expect?"
"If that's truly the case, then what's wrong with abandoning it?" King Arthur replied with a relaxed smile, as if seeing through everything.
Ryougi Raku finally felt relieved. Who could defeat King Arthur now?
"Let's go together, Saber. Let's witness the end of this war together, and let's see the true nature of the Holy Grail together!" Ryougi Raku extended his hand and said solemnly.
Without hesitation, Saber reached out, and her hand met Ryougi Raku's. "...That's exactly what I intended. I still remember Lancer's last wish. Protecting you until the end is my promise..."
Quietly feeling the small, soft palm in his hand, Ryougi Raku chuckled softly: "Ah, so it was just Lancer's wish..."
"No, this is my wish now too!" A gaze of extraordinary determination fixed on Ryougi Raku.
The two exchanged a smile.
"Let's go, Saber, to the final battlefield!"
"Mm! And thank you, Raku!" With her most sincere feelings, Saber expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart.
"...It's what I should do... Why thank me? Saber and I are very compatible..."
"The feeling is mutual!"
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While Saber and Lancelot were fighting, the true climax of the entire war also arrived... In the early hours of the morning, a tall steed walked along a quiet, deserted path. Waver and Iskandar rode together on one horse, both knowing that this was the final decisive battle... If he could survive, Waver believed he would never forget the intense pressure he felt now, yet Waver also had a feeling that this was the only true moment of his short life.
"Rider, is that..." Waver pointed forward and asked.
The King of Conquerors nodded in affirmation, his expression grave.
That majestic figure stood on the bridge, and merely standing there made Waver feel as if he was facing the entire world.
The cold, handsome face made him tremble, but he still looked at the golden figure with determination.
King of Heroes—Gilgamesh!
Although prepared, Waver still felt fear when facing that figure.
"Are you scared, boy?" The King of Conquerors looked directly at the figure and asked softly.
"Yes, I'm scared, but... is this what you meant by exhilaration?"
The King of Conquerors, with pride and relief, laughed: "Indeed, it seems you've become smarter, haha!"
Urging the warhorse, the two slowly arrived at the other side of the bridge.
The King of Conquerors and the King of Heroes knew that this would be their last meeting. On this narrow bridge, two true kings would decide their victor!
"Boy, wait here." Rider said, dismounting.
"Huh?? Huh?" Waver was confused but obediently sat on the horse, watching Rider's actions.
Rider's face was calm, but the solemnity in his eyes was evident. With a supremely dignified expression, he walked slowly towards Archer.
Gilgamesh did the same, as if by agreement, with an arrogant look on his face, his crimson eyes fixed on Rider, also walking forward.
"Rider, where is your chariot?" Gilgamesh asked first, looking down from above.
"Ah, that? It was accidentally stolen," Rider replied indifferently.
"Hmph, I said I would defeat you in your complete state!" Archer said, displeased.
"Don't underestimate me, King of Heroes. Tonight's Iskandar, precisely because he is imperfect, surpasses perfection!" Corresponding to this was the magical energy surging through the King of Conquerors' entire body.
That was the result of Waver using three Command Spells before the battle, allowing the King of Conquerors to fully exert his power for the first time since coming to this world.
Gilgamesh gazed at him, nodding in satisfaction. Yes, the current King of Conquerors was perfect because he was imperfect.
"I see. It seems your abundant kingly aura is indeed extraordinary."
"Archer, do you remember our agreement from the banquet earlier?"
"You mean, meeting again on the battlefield?" Gilgamesh frowned.
"Something like that, but don't you think that before the war begins, we should finish the remaining wine? There was still a bit left, wasn't there? You can't hide it from me!"
"Hahaha! Truly worthy of the King of Conquerors, to notice even that!" He burst into laughter, then his expression quickly turned into a wry smile. But Gilgamesh still took out the drinking utensils and fine wine. He then poured the last of the wine, not a drop left, into two goblets. The two solemnly and tacitly raised their cups, clinked them, and drank it all!
"King of Heroes of ancient Uruk, let me ask one last question to conclude this banquet!"
"Granted!"
Rubbing the cup in his hand, Iskandar slowly said: "Let me put it this way, if my Ionioi Hetairoi were armed with your Gate of Babylon, it would surely become an invincible army!"
"So?" the King of Heroes said.
"How about we form an alliance? If we join forces, we can surely conquer to the ends of the starry sea and even the worlds of the heavens!"
The King of Heroes was startled, then burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, you truly are an interesting fellow. How long has it been since I've laughed so heartily?"
However, the killing intent emanating from his laughter grew stronger and stronger.
"But it's a great pity! I don't need a second friend. Throughout history, only one has been worthy of being my friend, and this world doesn't need a second king!"
The King of Conquerors gave a carefree smile, turned, and walked away.
"Hey, hey, are you two really good friends?" Waver shouted loudly.
"Indeed, I suppose so. But now we are about to meet in battle, and he might be the last person I ever meet in this life, so of course, I must treat him with respect!"
"Rider, don't say such foolish things! Didn't I use a Command Spell? Victory in this war will surely be yours!" Waver said in a low but firm voice.
Iskandar glanced at his young Master, then suddenly smiled, "Haha, exactly!"
Iskandar once again mounted his warhorse, looked up at the sky, drew his sword, and roared, "Assemble, my countrymen! Tonight, you shall forge with me the strongest legend that will last forever!"
Responding to the King of Conquerors' call, the invincible army appeared once more!
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