"The feast of kings naturally cannot end so simply."
Aozaki Touko smiled faintly and gestured toward the round table. "You kings who once made your names resound throughout history, drinking wine together before fighting to the death is also a beautiful thing."
"Hmph. Very well. I shall listen to what you ignorant mongrels have to say."
Gilgamesh said this arrogantly, then sat down without the slightest hesitation. Seeing this, Artoria furrowed her delicate brows, suppressed what she had wanted to say, and sat down as well.
"Saber's Master, if it's you!"
Iskandar sat down and stared at Touko. "You should be qualified to preside over this feast of kings. You are the greatest person of this era. There could be no more suitable candidate to listen to the words of kings from the past."
This was a sincere invitation for Aozaki Touko to listen to the words of kings.
That was right. She, the greatest talent of the modern era, would record the words of kings; she, the most powerful person of the modern age, would comprehend their thoughts.
Then she would carry them into an even more distant future.
"Are you asking me to be the host?"
Aozaki Touko smiled faintly and pulled out a chair. "However, King of Conquerors, you already have the best vessel for your ideals."
Her gaze shifted toward Waver, who was sitting nearby with a tense expression.
"Mm... Waver isn't qualified for this occasion yet!"
Iskandar suppressed his laughter and stroked his chin. "Waver hasn't yet developed the bearing needed to carry the thoughts of three kings. If he took the seat now, he wouldn't even be able to speak."
"Rider, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Waver was displeased that his Servant was belittling him so openly.
However, when Gilgamesh cast him an amused