Saber looked at Kiritsugu Emiya's disappointed, frustrated face and said nothing.
As an outsider, she could already sense the obsession rooted deep in his bones. He was a man with grand dreams, but that magnificent dream was far too brilliant for him to bear. Yet he still pursued that ideal, even if it meant paying every price.
But what in this world could be accomplished through effort alone? Saber's expression was bitter. If ideals could be defended through effort and sacrifice alone, Britain would not have fallen. Nor would she have appeared here.
To hold an ideal beyond one's own abilities was only to drown in that ideal.
Just as Kiritsugu Emiya was searching for information, blue-violet light flashed across the sky. A thunderous sound erupted without warning, its earth-shattering roar seeming to tear heaven and earth apart with the majesty of a god.
The ones who had arrived were naturally Rider and his Master.
"Yo, Saber, you're here too?" Rider casually dragged Weber, whose tears and snot were streaming together, and jumped down from ten meters in the air. "Lancer and his Master aren't here yet? Then it looks like I'm not the last one after all."
"A noble would never be late to a banquet, Rider." A man who was rich and tall but unfortunately not handsome walked in through the courtyard gate, with the tall, rich, and handsome Lancer behind him.
"Oh! Then everyone who took part in yesterday's battle is here." Rider took several bags of snacks down from the Divine Bull's horns. He had brought quite a few things he considered rather novel to share with the warriors who had fought alongside him.
As for how much Weber's wallet would shrink, no one knew.
"Now that everyone's here, the banquet can begin, right?" Rider was clearly excited. This was his first time attending a banquet in the modern era. "Where's Berserker's Master? Isn't he the host of this banquet? Why can't I see him?"
"I'm here." The black-haired youth was spreading a picnic cloth over the grass. He looked up at Rider. "Do you want Coke or Pepsi?"
"I'll have Pepsi, thank you." Rider answered out of habit. Heaven knew how many snacks he had secretly gone out to buy over the past few days.
"Li Zihan, you call this a banquet?!" Unlike Rider, Kaineth's face went as dark as an African's upon seeing the picnic cloth on the grass. If Lancer had not been holding him back, he would probably already have started a full-on brawl with his disciple.
"Relax. The main guests at this banquet are Heroic Spirits. I figured they've all enjoyed the finest banquets of their eras, so whatever food I could find would be nothing special in their eyes. Rather than embarrass myself later, I might as well share some modern food with them." With a lollipop in his mouth, the youth arranged all kinds of cheap, even trashy, food across the picnic cloth.
"My lord, calm down!" Lancer held Kaineth's arm and tried his best to persuade him. "The form is unimportant. What matters are the people taking part."
"Ha!" Li Zihan suddenly drew three skewers from the picnic cloth and, with lightning speed, gave several cicadas chirping endlessly in the trees some physical contact. "Looks like we can add a serving of fried cicadas. You're in for a treat."
What a fucking idiot. Kaineth watched his disciple handle that garbage with icy indifference. Even if he starved to death, died outside, or jumped from the Clock Tower, he would never eat such low-class food. A noble's elegance could never be cast aside.
"Can we eat now?" As a king, Rider was the first to walk up to Li Zihan. He pointed at the ingredients rolling on the grill beside them and took a deep breath. "They smell quite delicious."
"They're not cooked yet. You can eat them later." Li Zihan tossed a can of cola to Rider, then casually threw two hamburgers to Saber and Kiritsugu Emiya, who had barely spoken. "Eat. Archer and Tokiomi Tohsaka haven't arrived yet, so we can't start dinner for now. It's better to have something to tide yourselves over."
Kiritsugu Emiya caught the hamburger, hesitated for a moment, then opened the wrapper and began chewing quickly. The hamburger naturally could not compare to the carefully prepared dishes of the Einzbern Family, but it suited Kiritsugu Emiya's tastes exceptionally well. He liked fast food because it was the most efficient way to eat and would not waste precious time.
After watching Kiritsugu Emiya eat the hamburger, Saber opened her own wrapper as well. Unlike Kiritsugu Emiya, having grown up beneath the shadow of her elder brother's potato dishes, she was not picky about food. She ate anything except potatoes.
Watching the utterly graceless group sit or stand around eating junk food, Kaineth's eye twitched.
Rider had already finished two cans of cola and, incidentally, eaten three half-cooked skewers of meat. Wiping at the grease around his mouth, he complained, "Why isn't Archer here yet? Hey, don't tell me we can't start eating if Archer doesn't show up."
"No, they're already here." Li Zihan pulled a freshly grilled lamb skewer from the rack and brought it to his mouth.
High above the night sky, a golden airship was particularly conspicuous.
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