"It's Rider!"
"Hahahaha— You were fighting side by side just yesterday. Who would've thought you'd be fighting each other now?"
Iskandar descended upon the battlefield with a thunderous arrival.
Standing atop his ox cart as he landed on the ground, Iskandar made his entrance just like last time.
No, it wasn't quite the same.
Last time, Iskandar had been riding his ox cart through the sky. This time, he actually dared to touch down!
"You're here to stir things up again, Rider?" Artoria looked at him with disgust.
"Forming alliances and playing rivals against one another is the most basic strategic judgment for a king. If you are the Knight King, you should understand that, shouldn't you?"
Waver had his own plans as well.
Since that red Servant was dangerous, cooperation was the only option.
Compared to a crusade that the Church might organize... at least this side could still show some restraint.
"Waver!"
Kischur was nearly furious to death.
He had been probing Irisviel, convinced that she was hiding something, and he was already close to reaching a conclusion.
But Waver had suddenly come out to interfere.
What was more, the sight of Iskandar, the Conqueror King, made Kischur's anger flare up uncontrollably.
—That is my Conqueror King!
"What a pity. I had wanted to make this adorable student happy. Waver, a commoner like you ought to have a peaceful life that belongs to commoners."
Kischur's voice echoed around Waver's ears.
"Urgh..."
Waver's stomach churned violently.
As Kischur began speaking, the sensation returned before his eyes: that harsh, narrow face; those green eyes mingling contempt with pity; the feeling of being looked down upon from above.
During his years at the Clock Tower, whether asleep or awake, Waver had always hated that arrogant lecturer. There had even been times