Exert Yourself to Please Me!

Seeing his own "Queen Consort" crouching in the chariot, trembling in fright, Iskandar was immediately displeased.

He gently patted Waver on the shoulder, then shouted at Kayneth at the top of his lungs, "Magus! From what you said, it seems you want to replace this kid as my Master, don't you? If that is the case, then it is utterly ridiculous. The man who becomes my Master must be a warrior who charges across the battlefield alongside me. A coward who does not even have the courage to show himself has no right to such a position."

After saying that, Rider completely ignored Kayneth's twisted expression and let out an unrestrained, hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Not only that, he did not forget to taunt the Servants and Masters who had yet to reveal themselves. "Hey! There are others here, aren't there? You lot hiding in the shadows and peeping, along with the Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail, gather here now! Cowards afraid to show their faces shall be scorned by King of Conquerors Iskandar!"

In an instant!

A mass of golden light descended from the heavens, eventually coalescing into the form of a Servant.

The oldest King of Heroes from Mesopotamian myth and legend—Gilgamesh—had finally appeared!

He stared with blood-red eyes and said in a condescending tone, "I never expected two vermin who dare call themselves kings while ignoring my existence to show up in a single night."

"That makes no sense. I, Iskandar, am the universally acknowledged King of Conquerors." Rider raised his head and stared at the Heroic Spirit who had suddenly appeared atop a streetlamp.

"What a joke! The only hero in heaven and earth qualified to call himself King is me. The rest are nothing but mongrels of dubious lineage..."

Before Golden Flash could finish