If Sakutsuki suddenly used this ability in battle...
While drinking, Iskandar glanced at his Master. Seeing the serious look on his face, the smile on his own face somehow softened.
This kid probably still had no idea just how terrifying his insight was.
As Alexander the Great, his fate and his story had already come to an end before the Common Era—struck down by fever, he passed away suddenly at the age of thirty-three. It was an ending full of regret, yet one he had no choice but to accept.
But Webber was different. He still had a future ahead of him—a future sure to be fraught with hardship, yet ultimately radiant.
A Master acknowledged by Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, could never be swallowed by the mire of death that was the Holy Grail War.
That was why he had entrusted Webber to Sakutsuki through jokes and banter, entrusting him to one of the only two living people present and asking him to protect his insecure boy. Sakutsuki had seen through his intentions and accepted the request.
The dead were gone, but the living still had to keep moving forward.
"Of course, if I win, there'll be no need for all this trouble." After muttering under his breath, Rider's bold smile returned. He raised his cup high. "Come, Hero King!"
Their cups clinked, and Rider drained his wine again before suddenly speaking.
"Say, everyone, now that we've finished discussing the kingly path, should we take advantage of Sakutsuki's absence and discuss how to deal with him?"
"Oh?" Gilgamesh raised his eyes. "The mighty King of Conquerors would stoop to such petty scheming?"
"How can you say that, Hero King?" Iskandar's eyes widened. "This is a Holy Grail War! How can matters of war be called dirty? Alliances, assassinations, persuasion,