"... Chariot?"
Irisviel was stunned and opened her mouth in surprise.
The chariot, with thunder and lightning at its wheels, circled violently over Lancer and Saber, slowing down and landing on the ground.
It landed right between the two Heroic Spirits facing each other, blocking the blades and spears of the two warriors.
At the same time as it landed on the ground, the dazzling thunder was extinguished, revealing the figure of a giant man standing majestically on the bridge of the chariot.
"My name is Iskandar, King of Conquest. I have participated in this Holy Grail War and earned the rank of Rider."
Everyone present was truly dumbfounded at this point.
On the battlefield of the Holy Grail, it is unheard of for a Servant to reveal their identity so freely, as a True Name is the key to strategy.
And the most restless was Waver, who sat next to Rider.
"What are you thinking, you idiot!!"
Waver was so mentally drained that he forgot his fear even when faced with Rider's massive body.
He blustered and questioned Rider while grabbing Rider's coat tightly.
But Waver's protests fell on deaf ears; Rider ignored his Master's complaints.
"You fight each other for the Holy Grail... I have one thing to ask you before you continue your work. I do not know what each of you expects from the Holy Grail. But now, think about whether your wishes carry more weight than your aspirations, which should include heaven and earth."
Neither Lancer nor Saber, who were interrupted from their duel, were in the mood to give Rider a friendly look.
"What are you trying to say?"
Saber asked.
"I have come to the battlefield. Do you have any intention of giving me the Holy Grail? If you yield the Holy Grail to me, I will see you as friends and share with you the joy of conquering the world."
Irisviel: "?"
Saber: "?"
Emiya Kiritsugu: "?"
Lancer: "?"
Except for Shirou, who had long known about Rider's temperament, everyone else present was full of doubt regarding his words.
"I admire the courage with which you just declared your True Name, but I cannot agree to your proposal!"
Lancer chuckled and shook his head, but there was no smile in his eyes; his gaze was fierce, meeting the King of Conquest's disdainful eyes.
"I have made a vow to give the Holy Grail to my Master. Whoever wants to snatch the Holy Grail from me is my enemy!"
Saber followed Lancer's words.
"Are you just trying to get in the way of a duel between knights to make such jokes?"
Her beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost at the moment, without even a hint of a smile. For her serious personality, Rider's proposal itself was unpleasant.
"King of Conquest, your joke has gone too far. This is an intolerable insult to a knight."
Rider scratched his head at the non-negotiable refusal of Lancer and Saber, then spoke again.
"... Are you trying to negotiate terms with me?"
"Enough nonsense!"
Saber continued with a look of disappointment.
"I will say it again... I am also the ruler of a kingdom, the King of Britain. No king can bow to others, no matter what kind of king they are."
"Oh? The King of Britain?"
Rider, perhaps intrigued by Saber's manifesto, raised an eyebrow.
"This is surprising to me. The world-famous King of Knights turned out to be a little girl."
"Then try to taste the sword of this little girl, King of Conquest."
Saber raised her sword as she lowered her voice.
Her left hand was still too weak to properly grip the sword, and her four fingers were just resting on the hilt, but the fighting spirit shaking from the blade was more solemn than when she fought Lancer.
Rider frowned and let out a long sigh.
"Then our negotiations are broken. It's a pity, a great pity."
Rider muttered for a split second and noticed the resentful look in the eyes looking up from his feet.
The burly man raised his hand and flicked Waver's head.
"Ah!! That hurts...!"
Waver suddenly felt like his head was about to crack, and he screamed.
After Waver's scream, a golden light suddenly appeared on a street lamp not far away.
The dazzling light made everyone's eyes squint slightly.
The next moment, atop the street lamp shining with orange light, a figure wearing glittering golden armor appeared.
Waver couldn't help but hold his breath when he saw the dazzling gear.
"That person is..."
"If you do not take me seriously, the people who call themselves 'king' without knowing the height of the sky or the depth of the earth have increased to two in one night."
As soon as he spoke, the Golden Heroic Spirit pursed his lips in great displeasure, revealing his contempt for the three Servants facing each other.
While Archer's pride and tone matched Rider's arrogance, they were fundamentally different.
The voice and eyes of the King of Conquest were not as cold and unforgiving as Archer's.
Rider didn't seem to expect someone even tougher than himself; he was quite flustered, scratching his chin in confusion.
"Even if you are an unknown... I, Iskandar, am also the world's most famous King of Conquest."
"I am the only hero who can truly be called the king between heaven and earth. The rest are just some mongrels who are not careful."
Archer simply uttered a declaration that could not be more insulting.
Even Saber was surprised that such a claim was made, but Rider remained tolerant, though a little surprised, and sighed.
"Since you say this, how about reporting your name first? If you are also a king, you should not be afraid of your own prestige, right?"
Rider said defiantly.
Archer's red eyes, hearing Rider's words, filled with haughty rage.
"Are you questioning this King? You mongrel!"
Archer narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down.
"If I grace you with my presence and you still do not know my name, I can do nothing for your ignorance."
After Archer asserted this, a huge golden wall began to appear in the air behind him.
Circles of ripples began to form on the golden wall, and weapons such as swords and axes reflected cold light from within the ripples!
Those dazzling weapons glowing with golden brilliance possessed a magical power that could not be ignored; they were obviously not ordinary weapons, but Noble Phantasms.