Arriving in Type-Moon, Now Offline

The final result was that Archer's Master seemed unwilling to continue exposing Archer's strength and recalled him. The Masters and Servants present also left one after another, and the night ended peacefully.

Peaceful, my ass!

Saber and I almost died.

There were also a bunch of problems waiting for Kiritsugu Emiya to solve, such as why Assassin didn't disappear after being killed? Where are Caster and Berserker, who haven't appeared yet? What are their Masters' plans? And who is the guy who framed me? What's his strength? How to treat Saber's injuries? What if the enemy attacks while Saber is injured?

There was too much to do; it wasn't time to rest yet. Kiritsugu Emiya threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out.

If Li Zihan were here, he could answer all his questions, but he was currently eating hot pot at a Chinese restaurant on Nanjing Street and didn't have time to deal with this man who should have been invincible in this Holy Grail War.

Ignoring an assassin who was both strong and morally sound, and who had no bottom line, was foolish, but Li Zihan wasn't worried that Kiritsugu Emiya would cause any trouble.

After all, there was a renowned hero who wanted to "get to know" him. In front of that man who had once ascended to godhood, Kiritsugu Emiya was nothing.

"This hot pot tastes pretty authentic." The young man took a paper napkin to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then skillfully tossed fresh beef into the pot to cook. "Sakura, do you want some?"

The girl in the Western-style dress, sitting on the young man's lap in the private room, shook her head. She had already eaten her fill. Compared to the hot pot, the crystal ball the young man had placed by the pot attracted her attention more.

The crystal ball reflected an image from somewhere. In the image, a giant black god was advancing through the forest.

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ps: Second update.

I will never become the pigeon I hate the most!!!

Chapter 11: A Plea for Help from the Church

Using magecraft to impersonate the grandson of an elderly couple, Waver Velvet woke up in the second-floor bedroom of the old couple's house.

The sun was already high outside. If he followed his usual schedule at the Clock Tower, Waver would have already woken up to prepare for the day's studies. However, he had participated in a great battle between heroes yesterday. That battle had greatly depleted Waver's already limited Magic Power, as well as his stamina, which was as meager as his Magic Power. He lay lazily on the bed, unwilling to get up. Lying like this, he could simply give up thinking and not worry about what the future held.

It would be a long time before Waver would forget the scene of this day, in remembrance of the king he served and the leisurely times of the past. Once again, let us give a round of applause for the future Lord El-Melloi.

But he couldn't keep sleeping. A certain burly red-haired man was sitting on the floor watching a military channel, then loudly mocking the leader of Ursa on the screen, "What is this! Someone like this is not enough to be an enemy!!!"

After laughing, he leaned against the table, chewing loudly on the rice crackers Waver had bought and drinking cola. No one would recognize that this man, spouting such nonsense, was Iskandar, who had established the Alexandrian Empire and was ranked among the greatest military commanders in European history.

Iskandar of Macedon was a famous military strategist and statesman in ancient world history. He studied under the renowned ancient Greek scholar Aristotle, unified all of Greece, swept through the Middle East, occupied all of Egypt, crushed the Persian Empire, and led his army to the Indus River basin. He was an unparalleled emperor who controlled one-third of the four great ancient civilizations of the world.

Recalling the descriptions of this man in the library, Waver's heart collapsed. Before summoning Iskandar, Waver had speculated about the image of Alexander III. He was the prized disciple of Aristotle, the most learned figure among ancient Greek philosophers. He had repeatedly achieved victory against superior forces on the battlefield, so such a person would certainly not lack wisdom. His eyes should have been constantly burning with fighting spirit and the desire for conquest. Only such a person could establish the largest empire in the world at that time with his own hands in thirteen years. He integrated Eastern and Western cultures, encouraged intermarriage between ethnic groups, and advocated for equal status among ethnic groups. Undoubtedly, he was a leader with a broad mind.

He would be a fearsome yet admirable king!

However, there was always a slight gap between reality and ideals, so in front of him was a muscular man who stayed at home playing games, eating snacks, and commenting on political figures.

Actually, the difference wasn't that big.

The difference wasn't that big.

The difference wasn't big.

This difference was too much!!! Waver's expression was a little contorted. His fantasy shattered, he could only bury his head in the blanket. He could no longer look at the literature concerning the King of Conquerors.

It was like a hero, risking being swallowed by a dragon, stealing the famous sword placed in the center of the treasure from the dragon's lair. The hero guessed how terrifying this divine weapon would be. After carefully consulting the literature, he learned that this sword had once been the treasure of a certain country and possessed unparalleled power. The excited hero drew the sword, only to discover that it wasn't an elegant and deadly famous blade, but a pig-slaughtering knife.

It was a good thing he didn't use this knife to slit his own throat.