"If I weren't such a powerful Servant, my little Master, would you leave me?" Rider did not answer directly, instead asking a question in return.
"No." Waver stared into Rider's fiery red eyes and gave his answer without hesitation.
"Then why would I abandon you?" Rider raised a fingertip and "gently" flicked Waver on the forehead. Waver let out a pig-like scream and reeled backward as though he had been struck by a sledgehammer. If not for the Divine Bull's awareness, he might have fallen straight off and shared an intimate encounter with Mother Earth.
"HAHAHAHAHA—" Rider clutched his stomach and laughed. "My little Master, you should train properly. In my era, someone with your physique couldn't even beat a girl."
"Rider—!" Waver clutched his visibly swollen forehead, calling out to his Servant through gritted teeth and full of resentment. "You flicked my head again!"
"All right, next time, next time, I absolutely won't flick your forehead." Rider laughed heartily.
"You're still laughing at me! You haven't stopped once!"
"I have received professional training. I absolutely will not laugh. Hahahaha—"
"What kind of ridiculous training is that?! And you're still laughing even now!"
"Unless I can't hold it in."
"Aaaah—Rider, I'll fight you!"
Amid their horseplay, Rider and Waver's relationship returned to what it had been before, and they even formed a deeper bond.
After being utterly crushed by Rider with one hand, Waver had no choice but to admit that he was terrible at hand-to-hand combat. Before a Servant, he was nothing more than a chick.
"But how are you going to duel Archer like this?" Waver asked Rider as he straightened the clothes that had become rumpled during their scuffle. "Are you really all right in your current condition?"
"There is absolutely no problem, my little Master." Rider pounded his broad, powerful chest. "Though I am not as strong as Berserker, I am still very strong. Archer is a king, and so am I. How could I possibly lose to him?"
That was a lie. Just as the Army of the King somewhat countered lone-wolf Heroic Spirits like Berserker, Archer's Treasury of Babylon also countered the Army of the King.
If Archer unleashed his Noble Phantasm at full power, the warriors within the Army of the King would probably fall like soldiers charging bunkers guarded by Maxim guns during the First World War. Though they were all first-rate men, their parameters and Noble Phantasms had been weakened to the limit by the restrictions on magical energy.
Under Rider's calm and confident presence, Waver, a half-baked magus, greatly relaxed.
Waver trusted this king unconditionally, just as he trusted himself.
"By the way, are all the Command Spells recovered over the generations stored in the Holy Church?" Rider suddenly changed the subject, leaving Waver confused.
"Yes. What is it, Rider?" Waver asked.
"Nothing. There are merely some things I need to confirm." Rider looked in the direction of the Matou Family, an unusual light flickering in his eyes.
P.S.: Hahahahaha—
I made it!!!
By the way, the Fourth War is almost over. What world should I write next?
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