Lord El-Melloi II could not help tugging helplessly at the corner of his mouth. Being called a "little brat" was one thing. After all, when he had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War ten years ago, he really had been a third-rate, clumsy Magus, fit only to hold Rider back as he looked up at the fierce battle between Servants.
But what the hell was this "Princess Consort"?!
This guy was trying to casually smear the relationship between him and Rider without leaving a trace!
Still, that was just the sort of person he was.
Lord El-Melloi II sighed sentimentally. The Heroic Spirit who had written a legend in the Fourth Holy Grail War was still as free-spirited and valiant as ever.
"Hey, hey, hey, Kid Waver. When Rider made his final suicidal charge at Golden Flash as he was about to fall from his horse, did he sing you a verse from Farewell My Concubine? Something like, 'Times were against me, my steed would not run; Waver, Waver, what could I have done?'"
Lianye asked with great interest. It was rare to meet someone directly involved again; how could he not shove a microphone into the other man's face for an interview?
Unlike the last time he had met the familiar Caster, when he had been brimming with rage, he no longer had much anger now. Instead, the flames of gossip burned brightly within him.
"No—absolutely not!"
Several gloomy black lines crossed Lord El-Melloi II's gleaming bald forehead. Lianye had practically become addicted to smearing the relationship between him and Rider.
If he kept catching people and spreading such false rumors, before long, tales about Lord El-Melloi II and King of Conquerors Iskandar would spread throughout every dimension.
—Though in truth, even if Lianye did not act as