The Ultimate Lich King

The atmosphere between Archer and Rider was tense for a moment, but soon relaxed again.

"But Archer, let's have a drink first, and let's leave the fighting for later."

"Unless of course you don't like the wine I brought."

"Are you kidding me? There's no way I can bear to drink the wine now."

At this moment, Archer and Rider couldn't tell whether Saber was friend or foe, so she could only sit silently and watch them. After a while, she finally spoke to Rider.

"King of Conqueror, since you have admitted that the Holy Grail is someone else's property, do you still want to use force to seize it?"

"Huh? That's of course. My belief is 'conquest'...that is, 'capture' and 'invasion'."

Saber suppressed the anger in her heart and asked: "Then why do you want to get the Holy Grail?"

Rider actually smiled sheepishly, took a sip of wine and replied:

"Want to be human."

This was such an unexpected answer that even Weber said "Ah" before shouting in an almost crazy tone.

"Oh, you! Do you still want to conquer this world... Wow!"

After forcing the Master to quiet down with a snap of his fingers, Rider shrugged.

"Idiot, how can you conquer the world in this life? Conquest is your dream, and you can only entrust this first step to the Holy Grail to realize it."

"Bastard...you actually challenge me for such a silly thing?"

Even Archer was helpless, but Rider said seriously.

"I said, even if we appear in the real world with magic power, in the end we are just Servants and did not originally exist in this world - although it feels a bit ridiculous, are you really satisfied?"

"I'm not satisfied. I want to be reincarnated in this world and live as a human being."

Rider raised his head, his face filled with longing, describing his desire to regain a human body like this.

Recall that Weber originally thought that it was Rider's quirk that he didn't like spiritual transformation and insisted on appearing in physical form. Indeed, although Servants can talk, dress, eat, etc. like humans, their essence is similar to that of ghosts.

"Why... do you want a body so much?"

"Because this is the basis of 'conquest'."

Iskandar murmured, looking at his clenched fists.

"Having a body, marching towards heaven and earth, and achieving my conquest, that is my way to be a king. But now I have no body, this is not possible. Without this, nothing can begin. I am not afraid of anything, I am just I feel like I have to have a physical body.”

Archer seemed to be listening carefully to Rider's words, and just drank in silence from beginning to end. After careful observation, you can find that he has a strange expression that is different from before. It may be a bit far-fetched to describe it as a smile, but compared with his usual mocking expression before, the smile at this time contains a layer of sinisterness. ruthless.

"It's decided, Rider, I will kill you with my own hands."

"Haha, you are still saying this now. You should be aware of it as soon as possible. Not only the Holy Grail, I also plan to loot your treasure house. You are really too careless to let the King of Conqueror drink such fine wine."

Rider laughed wildly. But at this time there was another person who had not shown a smile even though he had participated in the banquet.

Saber, who attended the banquet, was unable to find any room to intervene in the conversation between Archer and Rider. The kingly way these two people talked about was far from what she believed in, so she couldn't talk to them at all.

Just follow your own will.

This is not what the king should think. Saber, who believes in integrity, sees Archer and Rider as nothing more than tyrants.

No matter how powerful the opponent is, Saber's heart still burns with unyielding fighting spirit.

These two are the only opponents that he cannot lose. The Holy Grail must not be given away to them. Archer's words make no sense at all, and Rider's wish can only be regarded as the wish of a warrior. Moreover, that is just the beginning of all human desires. Compared to their wishes, Saber's wishes could not but be said to be nobler than theirs.

"Hey, little miss, please tell me your wishes. I'm curious as to what wishes you would have as the king of the vampire clan."

Rider turned his attention to Flandre and asked curiously.

"My wish?"

Flandre tilted her head slightly, then revealed a cute smile.

"My wish is of course to make Scarlet's name resound throughout the world, so that everyone will worship him the moment they hear it."

"Oh, then you have the same ambition to conquer the world as me."

"Yes, the vampires are the masters of the entire world! You humans have occupied what should be ours for too long. It's time to give it back."

"Well, if you say that, I, a human, am a little unhappy. It seems that before I can use my method of conquest, I have to clear the way for humans to get rid of this alien obstacle for me."

The King of Conquerors laughed loudly as he said this, and even Archer showed interest, but Saber remained silent until...

"Hey, Saber, tell me your wish."

Rider finally turned to Saber, and her desire never wavered.

My way as a king is my pride. He raised his head resolutely and looked directly at the two heroic spirits.

"I want to save my hometown and change the fate of Britain."

After Saber finished speaking resolutely, everyone was silent for a long time.

The first person to feel confused in the silence was Saber herself.

Even though her words were full of momentum, the other party was not someone who bowed her head easily. Even though these words are unexpected, they are also very easy to understand.

Clear and clear, nothing strange at all, this is her kingly way. Whether it is a compliment or a refutation, someone should raise it immediately. But...no one spoke.

Why is this happening? Saber didn't quite understand. There was no doubt that they all heard her wish. The people who had been chatting happily looked at her with different expressions.

But they didn't speak and were just silent. The look in their eyes made Saber clenched her fists unbearably. The look of pity was like looking at a little girl who was dreaming.