Why? Why were so many of them working together and still unable to defeat Shirou? They had even fallen more than a hundred points behind.
"Don't lament so much. It is precisely because the enemy is strong that there is a need to conquer them, isn't there?" The King of Conquerors stroked his chin and laughed heartily. "I never expected that kid Saber to have some skill."
Even Artoria could not help getting a headache. This was not merely "some skill"—they had practically kicked an iron plate.
How had someone as flighty as the King of Conquerors led so many troops to conquer land after land? Darius III, could you please be a little more useful?
The day-long match had left Artoria exhausted in both body and mind. Even after working herself to the bone, she had only earned a few points. By that calculation, it was only two or three million—nowhere near enough to pay off her debt.
However, tomorrow was the finals. Everything would be decided then. She had already received insider information from Sakura—tomorrow's match would offer a terrifying number of points.
To her, that meant only one thing—there would also be a terrifying amount of money.
"I'm leaving first."
"King of Knights, are you running off already? Aren't you going to prepare some strategies for tomorrow's match?" Iskandar asked. "We could have a drink, at least."
Artoria shook her head.
She had no interest in that. She still had to work today. No work meant no money, and no money meant...
She glanced at Shirou, feeling somewhat guilty, then hurried away even faster.
"How strange. The King of Knights never seemed particularly fond of me before, but surely she wouldn't have no interest in drinking either?" Iskandar stroked his chin.
Shirou's mouth twitched when he heard