The instant their gazes met, Lord El-Melloi II stared blankly and opened his mouth. The half-burned cigar slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.
"You..."
Life was unexpectedly strange; Lord El-Melloi II had been so startled that he dropped his cigar.
"What about me?"
Lianye curled his lip irritably. He had been so concerned about the Servant who had unleashed a Noble Phantasm resembling the Eight Trigrams Formation, only to discover it was a fake. Still, in a sense, he too had swapped out the concept of Heroic Spirits with heroes by using abilities such as Lu Bu-Fengxian and the Emperor of the Sands (Sima Zhongda).
But could a Summoner really be called an impostor? First, they ought to sort out who held the higher status: heroes or Summoners.
Still—a fake Zhuge Kongming and an equally inauthentic Sima Zhongda (Emperor of the Sands) had met not on Qishan, but on a battlefield of the Roman Empire. One could not help but marvel at the interesting nature of the Holy Grail War's rules, which intertwined time and space.
Meeting was fate. On a whim, Lianye had switched to the Hero Ability of the Emperor of the Sands (Sima Zhongda), descended upon Rome's Singularity, and encountered Lord El-Melloi II, who had inherited the power of the Heroic Spirit Zhuge Kongming. Perhaps there was a reason for it after all.
Then—
Let these two fated rivals, who had never been able to determine a victor in the historical records, settle the matter once more in the names of their proxies.
Lianye tightened his grip on the Sun Disc and pointed it straight at Lord El-Melloi II. Wasn't it just the Eight Trigrams Formation? Earlier, he had merely been stunned upon seeing the profound mysteries of this arcane art for the first