"It's really disappointing that this banquet ends like this."
Iskandar grumbled as if nothing had happened, and drank the rest of the wine while enjoying the delicious taste that he had never experienced before.
There were one hundred and eight dishes on this table, but not even any scraps were left. Among them, Artoria alone handled the portion of seventy-two dishes, and Shirou took on the portion of twenty-seven dishes.
Basically, Iskandar and Gilgamesh are still satisfied with this meal.
"Although there are many of them, they are just some bastards after all. Because they have commanded a group of bastards, they feel proud and consider themselves the king... Rider, you are more of an eyesore than that fake."
"Whatever you say, I will definitely fight you to win."
After having enough wine and food, Iskandar stood up without any hesitation.
"Let's finish what we want to say to each other. Let's call it a night!"
Iskandar drew out Scepter Sword and summoned his chariot. Then he called his Ou to leave.
"Hey, kid, let's go. Kid?"
Webber didn't feel relieved now, he was in a state of absent-mindedness. Obviously, Iskandar's move immediately suppressed this kid.
"... Oh, ah..."
The two of them left with the force of thunder, leaving only a roar of thunder.
Gilgamesh glanced at Shirou with deep meaning. "And you, fake. The guy who lowered the value of this Gate of Babylon treasure, wash your neck and wait for my king's sanction!"
"Whatever you do, since you are going to beat Holy Grail War, I will not let you go."
Shirou looked indifferent. Servant, who was on the same level as Gilgamesh, had never been beaten before, so he was not panicked at all.
"You can just use your words now, fake!"
After releasing the provocative declaration, Gilgamesh turned into a spirit and disappeared. The literal mess of cups and plates made the huge courtyard look a little lonely.
"Foreigner, do you think I did something wrong?"
"What?"
Artoria Shirou was stunned by the sudden question. Why is this guy suspicious of someone again?
"Rider's Noble Phantasm, I can't imagine how he got such support. It's just that I couldn't do it as an King of Knights.
There was once a knight who said this before leaving Camelot, "The king does not understand people's hearts." Perhaps those are the words that all Knights of the Round Table agree with! "
Shirou's brows jumped. It seems that such a thing is indeed the case.
"It's Knights of the Round Table Tristan, right!"
Shirou never thought that he would become a psychiatrist, but in this situation he had to step in. Come forward to help Cui Sad clarify the facts.
"From some perspectives, what Tristan said is not wrong. But... maybe you should listen to this."
Shirou opened Imaginary Space with his backhand, and he put a special tape recorder inside, which contained some Projection he remembered. It was a technology developed to give "𪣻 horizons", but at best it could only be used for viewing.
"Let me look for it..."
Because the status inside Imaginary Space is completely invisible, Shirou can only be explored by hand. Then he touched something hard and cold.
"——Looking for ..."
Shirou grabbed the thing in his hand, but it was not a tape recorder, but a woman with "3" shaped horns, long blue hair, and a full aura of sex.
"..."
"..."
"..." Blink.
"..." Blink.
Shirou quickly stuffed the person in his hand back, because he was afraid that if it was too late, Fuyuki would really be flattened.
"... Um... Foreigner, who is that girl?"
After hesitating for a moment, Irisviel asked.
"Yes... it's Tiamat, right..."
Shirou is a rare two beast that lacks confidence and holds the principle of return. That thing is really terrible for humans.
In the seventh chapter of fgo, in order for Guda to let her go, she sealed 99% of her own strength, and also gave herself a bleeding debuff that deducted 90% of her current physical strength every second, and then almost beat her to death.
But... this damn God of Creation is so cute!
Well, although there was a little hiccup, Shirou finally found what he was looking for. A palm-sized tape recorder contains the dark history of countless people.
For example, Britannia High-Thaumaturgy——Artoria is ready for dinner.
"Saber, I think you should hear this."
With that said, Shirou pressed the play button.
"Is it something annoying..."
The voice with the attribute Artoria came to mind from the recorder. It was the voice of Knights of the Round Table Tristan, and it was also the voice of the knight who said "The king does not understand people's hearts."
"Tristan Qing..."
"... I used to hate mindless remarks, such as saying 'I don't understand people's hearts' before leaving."
Artoria showed a shocked expression. She could feel that this was really the true words spoken by Tristan himself. If you feel like you can really do whatever you want.
Shirou didn't speak, but silently pressed the next button.
This time it's the rebellious naughty kid, Mordred who speaks.
"Master, I find that I seem to have made a mistake in my dream. I don't want to be a king. I just need to pick up everything that falls from the king's hands, and I will probably be happy. Well, of course - it would be a lie to say that I have no resentment towards my father at all."
"Mordred Qing..."
Listening to the speech of the knight who gave his dynasty the final blow, Artoria fell into deep thought. Well, this kid doesn't seem to be that fond of beating, so I'll give him less of a beating next time we meet.
"How about it, Saber. You're not such a failure as a king, right? Although you don't have the support of so many people like King of Conquerors, it seems like you didn't have that many people under your command in the first place!"
"..."
Shirou Ah, has anyone told you that this is not how we chat, and it is easy to die chatting that day.
"I understand, Foreigner. I will never have that kind of unrealistic dream again. Not to mention whether it can be realized, having such a dream itself is an insult to the knights who have followed me, Lancelot, Gawain, Tristan, Mordred... They are the best knights. Thank you, Foreigner."
"That's your own business, you don't need to thank me!"
Shirou waved his hand, but the next moment he was confused——
Wait, you're all gone, don't I have to clean up here by myself?
Shirou looked at the long table in front of him dumbfounded. There were one hundred and eight dishes. Although the ones Artoria had eaten were cleaner than those that had been brushed, they still had to be cleaned up...