Those words perfectly suited that man's style, but the one who said them was not that rough, thoughtless, raspy-voiced fellow who knew nothing of politeness. Waver wiped away his tears and shouted with all his strength, "Your subject, Waver Velvet, obeys your command!"
Am I worthy of being that King's subject? Waver questioned himself inwardly. But Rider had acknowledged him and had even bestowed upon him in advance the praise of spreading the King's glory, even though he had failed to accomplish anything in the end.
But Waver would no longer deny himself.
He had even received the praise meant for a distant future. All he had to do was spend the rest of his life earning achievements worthy of that praise.
Yes. From that moment on, because of those words—he was no longer alone.
The moment he understood that, his years as a mere boy came to an end.
And for the first time, he learned that tears could sometimes spill forth without having anything to do with humiliation or regret.
"Everyone I've run into lately is either acting all gay or all yuri." Li Zihan pressed hard against his temples. "Listen carefully, Waver. If I win this Holy Grail War, I'll drain all the mana from it, then smash the Grail and turn it into a batch of Pseudo Holy Grails."
"A fake Grail will lose its function as an omnipotent wish-granting device and won't be able to reach the Root, but linking to the Hall of Heroes won't be a problem." Li Zihan spread his hands. "I'll bury these fake Grails in different ley lines to absorb mana and gather magical energy for my experiments."
"Pseudo Holy Grail War!!" Waver's eyes sparkled. How could he not be excited? What did whether fake Grails could grant wishes or