A Thousand-Mile Delivery of Heads, a Small Gift Rich in Sentiment

There was no doubt that, to Saber, Golden Flash, Rider, and Allen sitting in the center of the courtyard, these assassins did not even qualify as a threat. At most, they were uninvited clowns at the Banquet of Kings.

But to magi like Waver and Irisviel, they posed no small threat.

You must know, the Masters of the Fourth Holy Grail War were not like those "immortals" from the Fifth Holy Grail War, who dared to confront powerful Heroic Spirits from myths and legends head-on.

What was even more outrageous was that they had actually won in the end.

So Saber and Rider reacted immediately, shielding the two behind them.

Rider even turned to the King of Heroes and asked, "Was this arranged by you, Archer?"

"That Tokiomi! He does nothing but despicable things!"

Golden Flash did not answer directly. Instead, he revealed an expression of extreme disgust and loathing toward his own Master.

Clearly, Tokiomi's actions had made him feel insulted and ashamed.

After all, tonight was the Banquet of Kings, and Assassin's appearance was like a lump of rat droppings falling into a pot of delicious soup, ruining the pleasant mood that had only just been built.

Perhaps stimulated by the killing intent filling the air, Waver, who had previously been knocked unconscious by Conqueror's Haki, quickly woke up.

When he saw the countless Hassans standing all around them, he screamed in terror. "Ahhh! What is going on? Why are there so many Assassins? Aren't Servants only supposed to be summoned one at a time?"

"We are separated individuals! A collective, yet also individuals—like shadows split off from a single person's body." Hassan gave the answer in a completely emotionless tone.

"I see! A Heroic Spirit with multiple personalities, with each personality materialized separately." Waver was so shocked