Goldie! I'm Going to Blast You Away!

Rider: Alexander Iskandar, King of Conquerors, piloting the Gordian Chariot (his lowest-tier Noble Phantasm, yet capable of instantly defeating the fourth Saber, who could fight on par with and even suppress the Saber. He possesses overwhelming strength, a bold, optimistic, and upright personality, loves poetry, and dreams of unifying the world. He views Clinton as his greatest rival and plans to purchase a B-2 bomber (sweat...)).

"Good evening, heroes! Before you start fighting, answer me first! Alexander Iskandar, King of Conquerors, one question. What exactly are you fighting for the Holy Grail?" the King of Conquerors asked, standing on his chariot with his arms crossed. Beside him, a small figure was not as bold as the King of Conquerors, trembling and shaking in a corner of the chariot.

Saber and Lancer, upon hearing a Heroic Spirit announce their name, looked up in surprise at the figure speaking from the sky. He had a full head of bright red hair, a full beard, and a strong body clad in a large cape with red and gold patterns. He stood imposquely on a chariot pulled by divine oxen.

"Idiot! Fool! You're definitely brainless!! What kind of Heroic Spirit announces their name!! Wuwuwuwu...!!" At this moment, an extremely angry scolding came from within the chariot. Looking at the small figure compared to the King of Conquerors' tall stature, it was a pitifully weak existence.

"Wahahaha!! Little Master, someone who doesn't even have the courage to announce their name is not worthy of being called a king!!" the King of Conquerors laughed heartily, unconcerned.

"Tsk tsk... Should I call him brainless, or does he completely disregard our threat? Well, either way, it's not comfortable," Lancer said, playfully twirling his spear shaft a few times before resting it on his shoulder.

"A mere commoner, no matter how high his spirit and talent, is ultimately a defeated general and not to be feared," Xia said with a smile, tilting his head, completely ignoring Saber's glare behind him, which wished to cleave him with her sword. A knight's pursuit in a decisive battle is to defeat the enemy head-on! Not to ambush from behind! Those are methods a knight disdains.

"Oh? Although I don't know who you are, speaking recklessly is not a good thing," the King of Conquerors replied with his usual arrogant demeanor upon hearing Xia's provocative words.

"Hey, hey~ Uncle, you'd better not underestimate this guy in the red battle suit. This guy was just fighting Saber while suppressing her," Lancer said with a grin, selling out information to the King of Conquerors. The mysterious Heroic Spirit in the red battle suit, with his powerful martial prowess and explosive force, had begun to make Lancer feel wary. Especially the instantaneous burst of power when Saber released her Noble Phantasm. If we consider it as some kind of effect attached to a Noble Phantasm, then the speed this mysterious red-clothed Heroic Spirit erupted with just now had already surpassed supersonic speeds, posing a greater threat than Lancer or even Rider.

If it weren't for the fact that the weapon this guy used had nothing to do with assassination, Lancer would have firmly believed he was an assassin-type Servant. Terrifying explosive power, strong frontal combat suppression, and insight even greater than that of a swordsman.

"A monster even more than a Servant...?" Lancer muttered speechlessly, staring at Xia.

"Well, let's talk about these things later~! For now, answer my question first, you... why do you want to obtain the Holy Grail?" The King of Conquerors' question echoed again, but after waiting for a while... no one answered.

"No one's talking to you... how tragic," the King of Conquerors' Master muttered softly.

"Never mind, I'll ask another question. Are you willing to go with me to the other side of the mountain? If so, I can share the Holy Grail with you!" he said again, awaiting the answers of the three Heroic Spirits below.

"What are you saying?! You barge into the battles between Heroic Spirits and then ask such incomprehensible questions. What is your purpose, King of Conquerors?!" Saber, finally unable to hold back, looked up and shouted into the sky.

"Hmm? I thought I said it very clearly. Are you willing to submit to me? If so... I can share the Holy Grail with you!" the King of Conquerors said without blushing, actually intending to make these famous Heroic Spirits from any era or world submit with just a few words. Truly...

"I refuse! Although I don't know your purpose, I have my pride. I am the King of England, Britannia, King Arthur! A king will not submit to another king!" Saber flatly refused, then, out of respect for the King of Conquerors daring to announce his name, she also revealed her own title.

As soon as Saber finished speaking, two people immediately thought it was bad, and three were speechless with amazement.

"Uh... Hahahahahahaha!!! I never expected the renowned Knight King to be a little girl! Hahahahahaha!! History, huh... Hahahaha!!!" After a brief moment of shock, the King of Conquerors immediately burst into laughter.

"Indeed, although I had already guessed it during our conversation... hearing it now still feels very difficult to adapt to," Lancer said, looking at Saber with a hint of emotion. "My name is Diarmuid Ua Duibhne! I was once a knight of the Knights of Fianna." After Saber, for his pride and the honor of a Heroic Spirit, Lancer also revealed his true name, showing respect to the great heroes present.

... A moment of silence. The three Heroic Spirits and two (with one hidden) Masters cast their gazes towards the mysterious Heroic Spirit who had yet to speak.

In the eyes of the King of Conquerors, this man before him was a handsome young man with a refined appearance (a boy?). He was no less impressive than the Lancer standing there. Clad in blood-red battle armor, he held a Dragon Crest Golden Spear and two ornate swords at his waist. Judging solely by his aura, the King of Conquerors was more inclined to believe this man was a well-bred noble youth rather than a general who had fought on the battlefield.

In Lancer's eyes, this man was a mysterious Servant with terrifying strength. His power was not just his keen intuition or his oppressive martial might. It was also a chilling, sinister killing aura that he couldn't completely suppress even when fighting with all his might. The number of people this guy had killed... was definitely more than all the people present combined!

As for Saber's eyes...

It wasn't any better. The fact that she hadn't directly run him through with her sword from behind was the limit of her restraint.

Seeing everyone's gaze turn to me, I smiled helplessly. Then, I stood up straight and walked step by step towards Saber behind me.

As I got closer and closer, Saber tensed up again, ready to make the first move at any moment.

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Just as Saber's vigilance towards me reached its peak, Xia suddenly knelt before Saber. He performed a kneeling bow, the kind a noble knight would use to pledge allegiance to his Master.

"Eh?!" Seeing Xia suddenly kneel, Saber was completely stunned by his actions.

"My name is Drake D. Xia. I am the man who once swore with my soul to stay by the side of the girl named Artoria forever. Absolute loyalty, absolute refusal of betrayal, absolute obedience to her heart, absolute never to draw weapons against each other. And..." At this point, Xia slowly looked up and smiled ambiguously at Saber. Then, while Saber was still stunned, Xia suddenly stood up, thrusting his hands forward to forcefully pull the dazed Saber into his embrace.

"And... to absolutely see, to see the happy laughter that the girl named Artoria hasn't shown since the moment she took on the responsibility of the King of Knights. I will definitely make you regain that happy laughter! Just like in the Fairy Forest, I will definitely make you return to the innocence and joy of that time!! Definitely!" At this point, the smile on Xia's face had completely vanished, replaced by an expression of resolve to bear something willingly, to carry it to the end even if it meant being hated and rejected.

... Artoria's expression, from initial shock, slowly turned to a hint of coldness and a faint tremor hidden deep within after hearing Xia's words.

Her small body struggled with a slight force and broke free from Xia's embrace, quickly retreating a few steps.

Xia remained in the posture of having just embraced Artoria, as if still cherishing the touch. However, when he looked up at Artoria again, he found that she was now regarding him as her primary enemy, a complete lunatic. Xia could only remain silent...

"Aiya~ You got rejected, little bro," the surrounding Heroic Spirits, who had been watching the show from the beginning, teased.

"Hmph..." Xia curled his lips into a smile and snorted. He waved his hand as if trying to appear relaxed and walked away. Right now, he was truly a bit dejected.

"If I could easily win the heart of the Knight King, I wouldn't have to travel through different worlds so arduously. Please ignore what just happened. As thanks... allow me to reintroduce myself." Xia walked to the side, positioning himself to form a quadrangle with the other three Heroic Spirits.

"My name is Drake D. Xia. I am the supreme ruler, praised as the King of All Ages or the Unbeatable Emperor. In this Holy Grail War, I participate as a 'Returner'. Please guide me, you weaklings who are kings of a single era..." Xia introduced his identity to those present with an arrogant demeanor.

"King of All Ages?" This statement seemed to provoke the King of Conquerors, causing his gaze towards Xia to become as sharp as a cold blade.

"Unbeatable Emperor?" Saber frowned slightly at this boastful self-proclamation.

"Arrogant!" x2

The King of Conquerors and the Knight King simultaneously judged Xia.

"Hmph! You guys who call yourselves kings without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth! Three of you have appeared overnight! Don't get too carried away, you trash!" A cold snort suddenly appeared beside the four Heroic Spirits present. Following the sound, they saw a man clad in golden armor standing on a bridge railing. His voice was even more defiant, his gaze more contemptuous, and the kingly aura he exuded from the moment he appeared was unrestrained.

"King of Heroes, Gilgamesh?" Xia stared coldly at the most ancient king, who was entirely clad in shimmering gold. It was this bastard who dared to speak disrespectfully to my goddess during the Fourth Holy Grail War! And in the Fifth Holy Grail War, he dared to lay hands on Saber at the very end!!!

Thinking of this, Xia's expression slowly began to contort, and his killing intent began to surge.

Boom!!! With a sound.

The ground of the entire park shook. After the ground stabilized, they looked towards the source of the tremor. They saw that the ground within a 5-meter radius centered on Xia had collapsed.

"Hmm? You actually know my name... For that alone, you count as... Pfft!!!" Before Goldie's words were finished, a red blur flashed before him! Xia, with a ferocious expression, had already lunged in front of him and delivered a fierce, direct blow to his handsome face!! Then, with Xia's roar, his right hand, which had hit Goldie's face, was driven a few millimeters deeper into it, and then he forcefully swung his right arm, sending Goldie flying into the air.

"Artoria... Saber! She'll always be mine! You filthy Goldie, get lost! As far away as your disgusting thoughts can carry you! What a load of crap, calling you a love rival!!"

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