"Of course!" The King of Heroes answered casually, then looked toward Iskandar. "But I cannot let go of someone who stole my treasure. It is a matter of principle."
"Mm, the laws of a king?" Iskandar nodded in approval. "A truly perfect king. You carry out the laws you set for yourself without any doubt in your own kingly path. As expected of the King of the World. But..."
At that, Iskandar tipped the freshly filled cup into his mouth and drained it in one go. In a deep voice, he said, "I still want the Holy Grail! If I want something, I take it, because I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors!"
"King of Conquerors, since you have already acknowledged that the Holy Grail belongs to someone else, do you still intend to seize it by force?" The young Knight King, who had remained silent until now, frowned.
"Hmm? Of course. My creed is conquest—taking and invading." Iskandar answered without hesitation.
"You..." The Knight King immediately flared up. She felt that neither of these two deserved to be called kings, but she suppressed her anger and asked, "Then why do you want the Holy Grail?"
The King of Heroes merely snorted and said nothing, for he had already answered that question.
It was one of the items in his treasury.
It was that simple.
Iskandar's response, however, was rather unexpected. Such a huge man actually looked embarrassed and bashful as he scratched his cheek. "I want a body."
"Huh?"
Everyone was stunned. Waver, standing behind them, exclaimed in shock, "Y-you... You still want to conquer this world?!"
"Idiot, how could one conquer the world with this cup?" Iskandar shrugged and continued, "Conquest is my own dream. The Holy Grail can only be entrusted with accomplishing the first step."
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