The End

"Interesting. I'd like to see what you can offer in exchange." Archer picked up a skewer of grilled meat, took a bite from the best part, and tossed it onto the ground, making Saber's eyes blaze with fury.

For Gilgamesh, the Middle East's first oil-rich tycoon, anything that wealth could solve was no problem at all.

"It seems Berserker's Master merely wants to trade information with Archer." Rider sighed, then took a huge bite out of the roasted whole chicken.

If he wanted to sell the information in his hands for a good price, wasn't the king said to possess all the treasures in the world the best possible buyer?

Still, it wasn't a loss. Rider tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Waver. At the very least, they had mooched a modern feast. The flavors, completely unlike anything from his lifetime, greatly whetted Rider's appetite.

The others also fell silent. If even a Lord of the Clock Tower could not afford the price, then they certainly could not either.

"Though speaking of the future before you may seem presumptuous, since I have your permission, please ask your questions. If there is anything I cannot answer, I ask for your understanding." Li Zihan still maintained an extremely humble attitude.

"Tell me, what is Berserker's true identity?" Archer asked maliciously.

If a Servant's true name was exposed, they could easily be targeted. Archer's question was practically asking a Master to cripple himself. An ordinary Master would probably have been left speechless by now.

"The demigod Heracles. He is likely one of the few Servants in this war capable of threatening you." Li Zihan was clearly no orthodox Master; he did not even blink as he sold out his own Servant.

"Interesting." Archer waved his hand, and three golden ripples appeared in the sky. Then, three weapons fell before Li Zihan. "Choose one. This is my reward for the honest."

"No need. After all, it's better to settle the bill at the end." Li Zihan shook his head and did not pick up the Noble Phantasm lying within easy reach.

Archer stared at Li Zihan. The gaze in his crimson eyes was like that of an ancient dragon or serpent. A moment later, a delighted smile appeared on his face. "Mongrel, you are far greedier than I imagined. If you want better treasures, you must face greater challenges. Then I shall ask my second question."

P.S. Does this author have some kind of problem with writing?

The opening got sent off to promote PC games. It's so miserable I can barely stand to look at it.

If anyone spots any problems, feel free to message the author or leave a comment directly.

I'd be more than happy to make changes.

The End

The golden king stood opposite everyone. Though they all stood on the same level ground, he gave the impression that he was looking down on them all—indeed, looking down on all living beings.

This man resembled a god. No, he was viewing the world from a god's perspective.

Was it mere arrogance? Or was that simply his nature? Li Zihan lowered his head in thought. Perhaps this Archer was a short-lived god who stood on humanity's side.

No one nearby spoke. They held their breath and waited for Archer's question. The facts proved that even eavesdropping could yield plenty of useful information. Just moments ago, Berserker's identity had been exposed during the conversation. For those being crushed beneath Berserker's pressure, this was a chance to turn things around.

Heracles was powerful, but he was not without weaknesses. He had died from Hydra Poison, so his resistance to toxins was poor. Preparations to defeat Berserker had already been placed on every Master's agenda.

"Why did you come here? Or rather, what do you hope to do with the Holy Grail?" Archer's question was as malicious as before. So long as Li Zihan answered, everyone beside him would learn the answer.

"That question is rather complicated. If I obtained the Holy Grail, there would be too many things I could do with it." Li Zihan rubbed the bridge of his nose. "First, if the Holy Grail is not broken, sacrificing the souls of six Heroic Spirits can turn it into a wish-granting device to a certain extent. If seven Heroic Spirits are sacrificed, one can pass through the hole of the Holy Grail and reach the Root. There is a certain chance of obtaining the Third Magic: materialization of the soul."

Tokiomi Tohsaka clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

Damn it! Why did he reveal that information?! Now that Gilgamesh knows this, he will definitely become wary of me. It will be much harder to use a Command Spell to make him kill himself!

Doesn't he want to sacrifice seven Servants and reach the Root?

Reaching the Root was every magus's lifelong wish. Berserker's Master would certainly not let such a method pass him by. With that thought, the answer became clear.