After taking the King of Conqueror's ladle and taking a small sip, Golden Flash's face also showed disgust.
"Hmph! What is this cheap swill? Do you think this kind of wine can be used to judge Heroic Spirits?"
"Haha, it can't be helped. This is the best wine here. I know you have better stuff, so hurry up and bring it out. I may have tasted the finest wines in the world, but I still miss yours greatly."
The King of Conqueror tested the boundaries again. With no sense of restraint or restriction, his courage grew ever greater.
Yet Artoria seemed rather confused by the conversation between the two.
Wasn't this supposed to be some kind of "Holy Grail dialogue," where they spoke of their wishes and ideals?
How had it turned into something she could not understand?
"What foolish mongrels."
Golden Flash looked at the King of Conqueror with both irritation and amusement. Reaching into the void vortex beside him, he took out a set of wine vessels inlaid with dazzling gems. Shaking the colorless, crystal-clear liquid within, he said,
"Haven't you noticed yet? After saying so much, you should have received at least some omen or hint, yet there has been nothing at all. Clearly, this fellow already knows of our existence."
As he spoke, he casually poured a cup for everyone present and silently sampled his own.
After tasting the wine, Artoria's eyes widened again. She promptly cast aside her earlier doubts. Who knew what they were talking about? It had nothing to do with her anyway.
While Saber narrowed her eyes and lapped at the wine in tiny sips, the King of Conqueror on the other side widened his eyes, seemingly somewhat surprised.
Yet it also seemed only natural.
As expected of the man who could