I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Iskandar and Faker looked at each other. They had not paid attention before because of the battle. When Flatt and Sfin said this, they immediately made a discovery.

"Let's talk about it later. Prepare to fight."

"learn!"

It's okay to hate him.

It’s okay to be angry.

It’s okay to be dissatisfied.

You can even scold him and beat him.

But when an enemy comes, she must protect him and fulfill her responsibility as a shield. This is her duty, a lifelong insistence that has been engraved in her body and soul since she can remember.

He raised his sword to the sky, uttered curses, and his eyes of different colors shone brightly.

The stopped thunder sounded again, accompanied by strong winds and various magic summons. The magician from the age of gods exerted his power wantonly to intercept the rapidly approaching golden spaceship.

Unfortunately, the defense system of the golden spaceship was extremely powerful, and Faker rushed to meet the enemy without preparation. Soon the golden spaceship broke through the magic blockade.

Iskandar and Faker were not afraid of this. The magic battle was disadvantageous and there was melee combat and Noble Phantasms. There was a golden spaceship on the opposite side and they also had chariots. At worst, there would be an aerial battle as the opening of the Holy Grail War.

The two battle-hardened warriors visually measured the distance and calculated the timing to summon the chariot, but what happened next was beyond their expectations. The golden spaceship that looked very ostentatious and powerful did not make any counterattack after breaking through the blockade, and just flew over in a straight line with great swagger.

There was not a trace of murderous intent in the whole process, but only laughter, laughter that did not hide the joy.

"Are you ready to challenge this king again? King of Conqueror."

The servant who was as golden as the spaceship crossed his arms and looked at Iskandar condescendingly, his bright red eyes filled with emotions called pleasure.

When he looked at him like this, Iskandar's reaction was the same as when he was first summoned. His thick fingers pinched the equally astonishingly thick chin, and he tilted his head and stared at Gilgamesh in the sky.

"Well, you can tell me my name in one sentence. Have you ever met me before your death? Why do I have no memory of you?"

Hearing this answer, Gilgamesh's face showed obvious disappointment:

"It turns out that I haven't retrieved my memory yet. The majestic Conqueror King is just a mortal and cannot be compared with me."

"Disrespectful mad——"

Faker instinctively scolded but was interrupted by Iskandar raising his hand.

"Oh? You are also a king? How about stating your name first? If you were also a king, wouldn't you be afraid of showing your name?"

"Hahahaha, you really haven't changed at all."

Gilgamesh smiled instead of being angry. He had heard the same question ten years ago. What he felt at first was anger, but now he felt genuine joy.

"Do I know you well?" Iskandar was still confused.

"That's enough, I'm tired of seeing you look like an idiot——"

A ripple opened below the golden spaceship "Vimana", and a noble phantom whose true appearance was obscured by the radiance fell naturally.

"That is--"

Rin had seen this Noble Phantasm once. It was the Noble Phantasm that Gilgamesh used to restore his memory when he appeared in the world. Faintly, the girl had a certain guess in her mind - could he also be a Servant who participated in the last Holy Grail War? What happened to this Holy Grail War? Why are they all acquaintances? How to fight this?

Gilgamesh didn't care about Rin's thoughts. At this moment, he only had Iskandar in his eyes, his recognized opponent and thief.

"——Take this and think back quickly."

Iskandar subconsciously caught it, but was snatched away by Faker next to him.

"Be careful, it's a trap."

"Get your dirty hands off my treasure, bastard!"

Gilgamesh's expression suddenly turned cold, and a biting murderous intent invaded Faker. Along with the murderous intent, there were various swords, guns, swords and halberds suspended in the air.

"This is a treasure that I have lent to the King of Conquerors. It is not something you, a bastard, can touch."

"Don't say that, I haven't remembered the king yet."

Iskandar took two steps forward, took the treasure back and blocked it in front of Faker.

"She is my king's guard, this is her duty."

"You look like a guard now." Gilgamesh sneered.

"Don't worry, don't worry, she is not only my guard, but also my sister."

Iskandar waved his hand and smiled heartily. From the beginning to the end, he only said that he was a guard and a sister, not a shadow warrior.

"Well, for the sake of her faithful performance of her duties, I will forgive her for the crime of disrespect." Gilgamesh said and put away the "King's Treasure".

"How to use this thing?"

"Just put it in front of you."

"Oh, it's very simple."

"King!" Faker wanted to stop him again.

Iskandar had already placed the treasure in front of him. After a brief moment of confusion, Iskandar let out a sigh.

"So something like this happened before..."

"Do you remember? King of Conquerors." Gilgamesh asked.

"I remember, the heroic king of Babylonia, Gilgamesh."

The confused eyes disappeared, replaced by the nostalgia and fighting spirit of meeting old friends again.

"The goal I want to surpass most is the man who defeated me once. Thank God for giving me the opportunity to challenge again."

"Gods? You are mistaken, King of Conquerors." Gilgamesh shook his head slowly and raised his finger to point behind Iskandar, "What you should be grateful for is not the gods, but your humans and your subjects. Yes. He summoned you once again and gave you the opportunity to challenge this king."

"Your Majesty..."

Iskandar's eyes returned to his Master again. Even though ten years had passed, even though he had changed from a short boy to a tall young man, even though his short hair had turned into long hair, and even though his round face had turned into a long face, Iskandar still recognized him at a glance. A boy who fights and challenges the strongest enemy.

"Webber, you are Webber!"

"Yes, my king."

Weber lowered his head, his nose felt sore, and his eye circles couldn't help but turn red.

That was a look that no one in the entire clock tower, including Lenis, had ever seen. At this moment, he is no longer the legendary professor of the Clock Tower, the "Crownless Lord", he is just the weak young man who has not yet grown up ten years ago, the completely unrespectable version of himself.

"It's surprising that the short man back then has grown so tall." Iskandar approached and looked at the reunited ministers with a smile, "Why do you have to bow your head? Weber. You followed the king's order perfectly. You have successfully survived from the hands of a powerful enemy. You should hold your head high, proudly tell me, and wait for my praise."

"Yes!" Weber suddenly took off his glasses, wiped them, raised his head and chest, and said loudly. "Report to the king, Weber Velvet has completed his mission!"

PS: No one stipulates that the omniscient and omnipotent star can be used by Shining to restore memory. After all, Wang Cai has unlimited possibilities.