A Person Arrives in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

"If I weren't a powerful Servant, my little Master, would you leave me?" Rider didn't answer directly, instead asking a question.

"No," Waver replied, staring into Rider's fiery eyes, stating his answer with absolute certainty.

"Then why should I abandon you?" Rider extended a fingertip and "gently" flicked Waver's forehead. Waver let out a pig-like scream and was sent reeling backward as if struck by a heavy hammer. If it weren't for the Divine Bull's spirit, Waver might have fallen off entirely and had a rather intimate encounter with Mother Earth.

"Hahahahahaha—" Rider burst into laughter. "My little Master, you really need to train more. In my era, someone with your physique couldn't even beat a girl."

"Rider—!" Waver, clutching his obviously swollen forehead, grit his teeth and called out to his Servant with immense resentment. "You flicked my head again!"

"Alright, next time, next time, I absolutely won't flick your forehead," Rider said, still laughing heartily.

"You're still laughing at me! You haven't stopped!"

"I've received professional training and absolutely won't laugh. Hahahahaha—"

"What kind of ridiculous training is that?! And you're still laughing now!"

"Unless I can't help it."

"Ahhh— Rider, I'm going to fight you!"

Amidst their playful banter, Rider and Waver's relationship returned to its former state, even forging a deeper bond.

After being thoroughly beaten by Rider with one hand, Waver had to admit that his close-combat skills were terrible. In front of a Servant, he was nothing more than a little chick.

"But how will you duel Archer like this?" Waver asked Rider, straightening his clothes, which had become disheveled during their roughhousing. "Are you really okay in your current state?"

"There's absolutely no problem, my little Master," Rider said, pounding his own sturdy chest. "Although I'm not as strong as Berserker, I am still very powerful. Archer is a king, and I am also a king. How could I possibly lose to him!"

This was a lie. Just as the Army of the King somewhat countered Servants who excelled in one-on-one combat like Berserker, Archer's Treasury of Babylon also countered the Army of the King.

If Archer unleashed his Noble Phantasm with full power, the warriors in the Army of the King would likely fall like soldiers charging into a bunker guarded by Maxim guns during World War I. Although they were all first-rate young men, their stats and Noble Phantasms had been weakened to their absolute limits due to the constraint of Magic Power.

Under Rider's composed and confident demeanor, Waver, a half-baked Mage, felt his pressure greatly alleviated.

Waver believed in this king unconditionally, just as he believed in himself.

"Speaking of which, are all the Command Spells recovered throughout history stored at the Church?" Rider suddenly changed the subject, which left Waver bewildered.

"Yes, what's wrong, Rider?" Waver asked.

"Nothing, I just need to confirm a few things," Rider said, looking towards the direction of the Matou Family, a strange glint in his eyes.

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