Can't use the original title, too lazy to think of a new one

I've decided not to copy the original work, so any parts that are identical to the original are typed in by me!

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"Rir! I wanted to go shopping with you here! Where did you get your clothes? Did you take my money again?"

"Well, there's a very good reason for this, so I won't explain it to you. The clothes were prepared for me by Astr, aren't they nice?"

Last night, after returning home from the Matou Residence, Weber actually gave some serious thought to what Astra and Rir had said. After a calm and objective analysis, he had to admit the correctness of their reasoning and decided to change his views on the Holy Grail War, on Srvant whom he had only regarded as Familiar, and on the future. Just as he was about to learn some lessons from these "distinctive" heroes again, he was dragged out by Rir, who was wearing that ridiculously stupid shirt with "Great Strategy" printed on it... for a shopping trip.

Holy crap, why does he have to go shopping when he can't even do his job properly? Is that something a king should be doing? You're supposed to be a grown man! Shopping is an activity for women, okay? I, the Queen Consort, don't even get to do that... cough cough Anyway, even though the daytime is supposed to be a truce, we can't just waste it like this! Going out to gather some intelligence would be good too!

To the Queen Consort's complaints, the Royal Regent replied, "Astr is handling the intelligence matters; we don't need to worry about it. Our purpose in coming out is specifically to find good wine to prepare for tonight's banquet."

"Banquet?"

"Yes, didn't we talk about it yesterday? It's a rare opportunity to have the Holy Grail War, bringing together heroes from different eras on the same stage. There are even three kings among them. Wouldn't it be a shame if we couldn't have a good battle with them over drinks?"

"Are you so sure other squires will accept your invitation? And what if they come with ill intentions? You made this decision on your own without my consent..."

"Relax, relax. Just based on their status as heroes, we can be sure they'll come, and they definitely won't do anything strange at the banquet."

Even if Srvant's thought process is as bizarre as yours, there are still Command Seals!

"Heh," Rir gave a meaningful smile, "If Magecraft really did that, then his Holy Grail War would be over. Do you remember our conversation yesterday, Sirvant? He's not just any ordinary Familiar."

"Yangtze, is everything alright?"

"Excuse me, I am the Knight of the Lake."

"Don't worry about the details; those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles. Tonight is the night you'll meet your king again. Have you thought about what you want to say and what you want to convey?"

"After listening to what you and Rir said yesterday when you were disciplining that timid Magecraft, I was truly moved. Back in Camelot, the King's absolutely perfect demeanor..."

"Alright, alright, if you have an idea, you don't need to tell me. Anyway, good luck, Yangtze!"

"I am the Knight of the Lake... and that's not just a detail! This title is very important to me!"

Night fell upon the forests of Einzbern, and with it, silence... well, the silence that was broken as soon as I finished speaking.

Kiritsugu Emiya made a call at dusk and then left in a hurry without telling Saber anything.

"Alas, Kiritsugu and Saber..."

Irisviel, who was troubled by her relationship with Srvant in the castle, originally wanted to rest early to relieve her tension, but it seemed that she would not be able to go to bed early tonight.

The deafening roar outside the gate, followed by a surge of magical energy, indicated that the barrier in the forest outside the city had been attacked. Although the barrier was not so easy to destroy, the impact of the Anti-Army Noble Phantasm should not be underestimated.

"What's going on... a direct confrontation?"

A pair of strong arms supported Irisviel's shoulders; they were the arms of Saber, the first person to appear beside her after the anomaly.

"Are you alright? There are quite a few words on the novel website Irisviel."

"Yeah, I was just startled. I didn't expect such a reckless guest to visit."

"I'll go out to greet him; you stay by my side."

Irisviel nodded in agreement. Staying by Sabr's side as he went to meet the enemy meant that she too would have to face them. But the battlefield was the safest place for Irisviel, because the strongest Srvant was right beside her.

Irisviel quickened her pace to keep up with Sabr, and the two raced through the castle, heading straight for the terrace outside the entrance. Since the enemy was attacking from the front, they should be able to meet him there.

"The thunder just now, and that tactical plan... the opponent must be Rir."

I think so too.

The visitor was quickly identified, and of course, the instigator made no attempt to conceal anything.

"Hey, Knight King! I've come here specifically to meet you, come out already, okay?"

The voice came from the main hall, indicating that the other party had already entered through the main gate. Without a doubt, the enemy was Iskandar, King of Conquerors. Judging from his powerful shouts, his tone didn't sound like that of a warrior about to engage in battle.

But Sabr dared not slacken in the slightest; she materialized her Silver Armor as she ran.

Irisviel and Sabr finally made their way through the corridor to the terrace... However, when the two saw Srvant, the enemy standing proudly in the hall, through the moonlight streaming in through the skylight, they were speechless.

"..."

"Hey, Sabr. I've been wanting to come see this castle ever since I heard about it—it looks pretty impressive, huh?"

Rir smiled without any shame, revealing his teeth, and then he stretched his neck in a serious manner.

"There were too many trees in the courtyard, making it difficult to get in and out. I almost got lost before reaching the city gate, so I cut some down for you. Thank me! The view is much better now."

"Rir, you..."

Sabr spoke sharply, but facing this enemy who always seemed so inexplicable, she shouldn't say anything more. Rir, however, frowned in surprise and said...

"Hey, Knight King, aren't you going to change into some modern clothes tonight? Stop wearing that stiff armor all the time."

If Sabr's armored appearance is considered stiff, then what about Rir's jeans and t-shirt? If the armor is seen as Sabr's pride, then the cracks on the thick breastplate seem to hint at its fragility. Here, perhaps all we can say is, "Those who know better are the enemy."

Weber half-hid behind Rir's massive frame, looking up at Irisviel. His expression was ambiguous, whether it was hostility or fear. It didn't need to be said; his face clearly conveyed, "Ah, it's like this again" and "Do as you please."

King Iskandar once became interested in the culture of the conquered territories and was the first to don Asian-style clothing, causing his entourage to avoid him. Irisviel had heard this story, but she certainly didn't expect that the reason Rir was dressed in modern clothes was actually because of Sabre, who was wearing a suit.

What puzzled them even more was that what Rir held wasn't a weapon or anything else used in combat.

It's a bucket.

No matter how you look at it, it's a wooden wine bottle. With the bottle casually tucked under his arm, Rir looks just like a wine shop owner delivering a bottle.

"You..."

Speechless again, Sabr took a deep breath and calmly said...

"Rir, you'll do it?"

"Still don't understand? I came to have a drink with you—hey, stop standing there, lead the way! Is there a courtyard suitable for a banquet? This castle is all dusty, no good."

"..."

Sabr sighed helplessly, the anger that had been building up inside her vanishing. Looking at this seemingly harmless opponent, she couldn't maintain her fighting spirit.

"Irisviel, what to do?"

Irisviel was equally confused.

She was initially furious because the forest's barrier had been breached, but after seeing that smiling face, she couldn't bring herself to hate him anymore.

"He's not the kind of person who would set a trap, is he? Does he really want to drink?"

Rir once said that he would wait until Sabr and Arnr had settled their score before challenging them. He still adheres to the promise made out of the pride and dignity of Heroic Spirit, so his sudden appearance tonight is truly perplexing.

"Does that man intend to adopt a conciliatory approach towards Sabr?"

"No, this is a challenge."

Sabr, who should have already lost the will to fight, suddenly became serious for some reason.

"Challenge?"

"Yes... I am king, and he is king too. If we're going to try and determine who's better at the dinner table, then it's like a 'battle' without bloodshed."

Perhaps having heard Sabr's words, the King of Conquerors smiled and nodded.

"Hehe, good that you understand. Since we can't fight with swords, let's settle this with wine. Knight King, I won't let you off tonight, so be prepared. And at tonight's banquet, there will be an unexpected guest who will come to see you."

"Interesting. I'm actually looking forward to it."

Sabr's resolute response radiated a fierce fighting spirit, as if he were on a battlefield. Only now did Irisviel realize that this was no joke, but a real "battle."

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