Enemies Who Come Knocking

Moonlight washed over the upturned eaves of Ryūdō Temple, soft and gentle. The ancient temple looked solemn and mysterious in the night.

Inside the main hall, the lamps blazed brightly, light and shadow interweaving as they reflected the tense atmosphere filling the room.

Iori's subordinates and allies had gathered in the hall to discuss their plans for the night.

As the alliance leader, Iori asked the newly arrived pair, Waver and the King of Conquerors, "Do you need me to introduce everyone?"

"Then please do!" Waver's gaze settled on the hooded Medea. Judging by her aura, she was undoubtedly a Heroic Spirit as well.

Iori proceeded to introduce everyone present, as well as the old gatekeeper at the entrance. Naturally, Red Archer did not wish to reveal his identity, and Iori did not divulge it either, merely glossing it over by saying that an error during his summoning ritual had caused him to lose part of his memories.

Waver's brow furrowed slightly. He gently rubbed his forehead, seeming to ponder something.

His eyes lingered on Iori for a moment before turning to the others. With a sigh, he said, "It seems that even without us, your side's strength is not to be underestimated."

He had not expected that, after arriving only one day late, the Holy Grail War had already split into two major factions.

Compared with the priest's side, who hid in the shadows and plotted conspiracies, Iori's side had some conflicts with him, but they were still far more trustworthy.

"I didn't expect you to be hiding two more Heroic Spirits. No wonder you were somewhat worried before, yet showed no fear at all."

He sighed, having essentially given up on the idea of winning this Holy Grail War.

"Perhaps, but the other side has far more cards