"Hey! You mage skulking in the shadows!"
Iskandar raised his head and shouted in his bold, rough voice.
"Looks like in this Holy Grail War, you originally planned to replace this kid and become my Master!"
Hm?
Kenneth's gaze flickered slightly as he listened to Iskandar's words.
"That really is..."
Iskandar said, shaking his head.
"Far too laughable!"
He raised both arms, displaying his muscular physique.
"The one worthy of becoming my Master must be a hero capable of charging across the battlefield alongside me! And a coward like you, who doesn't even dare show his face—you could never become my Master!"
What followed was a burst of hearty laughter.
Waver's eyes widened as he incredulously looked up at Iskandar, who was laughing loudly.
A hero...?
A different light appeared in his eyes.
The hostility in Diarmuid's eyes deepened, while Kenneth gritted his teeth.
Cowardly? This was clearly the restraint a mage ought to possess. What a coarse and ill-mannered fellow.
"And another thing!!!"
Whoosh—
A powerful aura seemed to take the form of a tangible storm, sweeping across the entire dock. Sakumura Haori, leaning against a lamppost, had her clothes whipped violently by the wind, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.
This feeling of magical energy... It looked like tonight's chaos was only going to get worse.
"Saber, Lancer!"
Iskandar glanced at the two Servants standing on either side of the ox cart and grinned.
"Your battle set the blood racing, without a doubt! You are both loyal and powerful Servants, so—how could a fight between you have drawn only me and that Assassin over there!"
"Come out! All of you still hiding in the shadows!"
Raising his head, Iskandar roared.
"If you still hold back before a battle this exhilarating, then I, Iskandar, King of Conquerors—will