The Ultimate Lich King

“Oh, it’s delicious!!”

Rider took a sip of the wine and immediately opened his eyes in praise. Now even Saber's curiosity was aroused. Originally this was not a competition to see who was more honorable, but a competition over drinking.

When the wine flowed into her throat, Saber felt a strong swelling feeling in her head. This was indeed a good wine that she had never tasted before. It was strong yet clean, mellow and refreshing, and the strong fragrance filled her nose, making her whole body feel erratic.

"Great, this is definitely not wine brewed by humans, it must be drunk by gods."

Looking at Rider who didn't hesitate to praise him, Archer smiled leisurely. At some point he also sat down, swaying the wine glass in his hand with satisfaction.

"Of course, whether it's wine or swords, I only keep the best things in my treasure house - this is the king's taste."

"You're kidding, Archer."

Saber shouted. The calm began to be broken by the tense atmosphere.

"I'm tired of hearing you boast about hiding your wine. You don't look like a king, but more like a clown."

Archer looked at the gunpowder-filled Saber with a sneer.

"It's outrageous. A guy who doesn't even know how to drink doesn't deserve to be king."

"Okay, you two are so boring."

Rider smiled wryly and signaled to Saber who still wanted to say something, then raised the glass towards Flandre.

"Let's raise a drink to our little hero and express our gratitude to you on behalf of those innocent people who died in vain."

Rider, who had recently explored Caster's stronghold hidden in the sewers with his Master, had many feelings in his heart like Saber, and he could not tolerate what Caster did.

Moreover, Rider also promised his Master that he must let an evil Servant like Caster go.

But what Rider didn't expect was that someone would beat them to it and get rid of Caster so quickly.

"It's just a little effort, and I also want to win the Command Seal for my Master."

"Tsk, a command spell? Is it necessary to win that kind of thing?"

Hearing Flandre say the Command Seal, Archer curled his lips with disdain. He seemed to be thinking about Tosaka Tokitatsu's use of the Command Seal to persuade him not long ago.

"Ah, the Command Seal is an excellent tool to enhance the strength of a Master and Servant who get along well with each other, and it becomes a comfortable tool for a Master and Servant who do not get along well with each other."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Flandre's lips. Hearing the girl's words, Archer suddenly became furious and almost dropped the wine glass in his hand.

"Bastard, do you really want to die that much?!"

Seeing that the banquet was about to turn into a conflict again, Rider stood in the middle and began to persuade them, somewhat dumbfounded.

"I mean, can't you finish your drink tonight? Archer, since you are the 'King', you shouldn't be so angry because of the little girl's teasing words, right?"

"Tsk... Rider, as a 'king', the generosity is extended to his devout people, and it is not something that can be enjoyed by just any bull, ghost or snake god. For those daring bastards who dare to disobey the majesty of the king, give them death. is the best solution.”

"Ah ah ah, I know, I know, but at least tonight, please give us two some face. If you kill the host of the banquet, how can the banquet continue?"

"Tsk...I know, I'll give you some face."

Archer said angrily, suppressing his anger.

Flandre wanted to say something more, but Rider gave the girl a look and begged her not to say anything more.

If Flandre was not convinced and said something, even Rider would be hard-pressed to stop the conflict. The banquet will turn into a fighting battlefield in an instant. This is not the ending Rider wants to see.

In fact, Flandre didn't want this to happen. After all, this was their residence, and if there was a conflict, it would only be the Einzberns who would lose.

Rider drank another glass of wine and then spoke.

"I heard that only qualified people can get the Holy Grail."

The serious tone calmed the surrounding atmosphere. This man actually spoke in such a tone, something felt wrong.

"And the ceremony to select the qualified person is this war in Fuyuki - but if you just watch, there is no need to shed blood. If we are both heroic spirits, and we can recognize each other's abilities, then there will be no need for me. Just tell me."

"So, first of all, you are going to compete with me to see who is stronger? Rider."

"Exactly, a real contest in the name of 'King', but in this case it wouldn't be called a 'Holy Grail War', it would be better to call it a 'Holy Grail Question'... In the end, the King of Knights, the King of Conquerors and the King of Heroes will , who can become the 'King of Holy Grails'? This is the perfect question to ask the wine glass."

"Oh, it's interesting, what about the king's Q\u0026A? Then can all the irrelevant people leave?"

Listening to what Rider said, Archer's crimson eyes fell on Flandre again.

"Although this young lady is not a king, she is still a hero who is powerful enough to be admired. I think she is qualified to participate in this question and answer, right? What do you think, Saber?"

Rider said with a smile, looking at Saber, who nodded slightly.

Archer frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but Flandre spoke first.

"I cannot agree with this. In a sense, I am also a king!"

Flandreau's words surprised the three Servants present. Their eyes fell on Flandreau one after another, as if they were waiting for her explanation.

"It's just that my king is not exactly the same as your king. I am a descendant of the blood of the Lord of Darkness, the Demon King Dracula. I, the Scarlet family, are the Lord of the Dark Night, commanding all vampires. king!"

Flandre raised her head, and the little girl spoke so proudly. The three Servants were amazed by the arrogant aura she displayed.