Gilgamesh: I've started taunting everyone. Li Shuwen: What the hell are you supposed to be? (Part 2)

The Conqueror King looked at Saber and chuckled. "Now that's a sharp tongue! I suppose it's only fitting for the famous Knight King of Britain. I was certainly surprised to learn that you're actually a young girl, but you have the bearing of a king, worthy of your fame in history!"

As someone who had watched Saber and Lancer fight from beginning to end, he had naturally seen the brilliance of Saber's Golden Sword. And since the girl was also a king, her identity was obvious.

The way Saber reacted would determine how the Conqueror King responded. Alexander the Great wasn't the simple-minded buffoon he seemed. Beneath his boisterous exterior, he was every bit as shrewd as the others in the Holy Grail War.

The voice of the JOJO-style Narrator rang out at that moment.

[Since her true identity had been seen through, Saber wasn't surprised. After all, she had accidentally revealed her Holy Sword while fighting Lancer. No Servant in the Holy Grail War could have failed to recognize its nature.]

[King Arthur and her Sword of Promised Victory were simply too famous. The Pendragon Family had passed down its legacy to the present day, and the Holy Britannian Empire was the world's second superpower. Artoria, as King Arthur, was simply too famous.]

[A world-famous epic passed down for over sixteen hundred years meant that once key details about King Arthur came to light, people could guess her identity immediately.]

[To people from ancient times, the idea that King Arthur was a woman was actually easy to accept. After all, there had been many queens and empresses in the ancient Western world. The truth that King Arthur was female had a solid basis, making it easy to guess and believe.]

The Narrator cleared up the questions on everyone's minds. Just like the Narrator said, many people couldn't understand how the Servants had guessed King Arthur's true identity so quickly. Even if the Sword of Promised Victory was famous, the King Arthur of historical legend was a man.

Now, after hearing the explanation, they understood. The Servants were all from ancient times. They hadn't been "brainwashed" by modern people's unquestioned assumption that "King Arthur was male," so they hadn't developed that stereotype.

That made it easier for the Servants to consider the question objectively. From the start, they hadn't fallen into the misconception that "King Arthur must be male."

Then the Conqueror King said with some regret, "Well, it looks like negotiations have completely failed. What a shame..."

Waver, whose forehead didn't hurt quite as much anymore, struggled to climb out of the chariot. Hearing the Conqueror King, he couldn't help letting out a grief-stricken, utterly humiliating "dragon's roar": "Rider~~~~~"

The pitiful sight of the weak little guy made countless people in the real world laugh. Some even openly mocked Waver, pointing at him and snickering.

At the temporary Chaldea headquarters in Yao Guang, Waver covered his face, unable to bear showing it in public. His stomach ached faintly, and he felt like burying himself alive.

Because it was just too embarrassing.

Especially with so many people present glancing at him with strange looks. Some of them even looked sympathetic, which only made his stomach hurt more.

Professor Kayneth, sitting beside Waver, was one of the people who felt sorry for him. He patted Waver on the shoulder in consolation, making Waver's stomach hurt even more.

However, Kayneth soon went from feeling sorry for Waver to feeling sick himself, because a new development had appeared on the Light Screen.

"Is that so? So it was you..."

Lancer's Master spoke up. His distinctive hoarse voice rang out from all directions, clearly altered by True Magic to make his location impossible to determine.

The others showed no reaction to the voice, but Waver looked terrified. Cold sweat ran down his face, and he instinctively glanced around, seeming to want to find the speaker while also dreading the thought of seeing him.

Then the voice continued.

"I was wondering what had gotten into you, that you'd steal the relic I had prepared. So you wanted it for the Holy Grail War..."

As the man spoke, Waver grew more and more terrified. He trembled and clutched the Conqueror King's cape even tighter.

Then the camera shifted to the roof of a warehouse, where a man slowly emerged. It was Lancer's Master. He continued what he'd been saying: "If you've made up your mind to take part in the Holy Grail War, then you're clearly prepared for a fight to the death between mages."

"So I, your mentor, will give you some special instruction, and teach you what it means for mages to kill one another!"

"I'll pass on all the fear and pain without holding anything back. You can consider yourself fortunate, Waver Velvet!"

By the time he finished speaking, he had stepped fully into view. The harbor lights illuminated his entire figure.

He was a young man in his twenties, with golden hair slicked back. He was rather handsome, but his appearance and clothes looked old-fashioned. He wore a blue robe, and his conservative, old-fashioned air was unmistakable—a typical style for a traditionalist Britannian noble.

Terrified by those words, Waver dropped into a crouch and covered his head. He was shaking all over, looking more helpless than ever.

Seeing this, the audience understood the relationship between Waver and Lancer's Master. But they were also confused. If they were mentor and student, why did they speak as if they were about to mercilessly kill each other?

Was magic-user combat really so dangerous that even a mentor and student had to fight to the death?

At the temporary Chaldea headquarters in Yao Guang, Kayneth frowned deeply. There was no doubt that the man onscreen—Lancer's Master—was him. But the Kayneth on the Light Screen was young. Judging by the timing, he must have been only twenty-eight.

But the way he spoke was so murderous, and he was a teacher just like Kayneth, facing one of his own students. It was awful.

What kind of teacher treated a student like that?

Even if their relationship had fallen apart for some reason, they could simply stop speaking to each other. And if Waver had stolen something, couldn't he just call the police? Instead, he acted as if he were going to cruelly kill Waver. Was he, as a mage, a cold-blooded murderer?

Or...

Were mages really that kind of people?

A bunch of cold-blooded, heartless people who, once they fought each other, would cruelly do whatever it took to kill their opponent?

There were too many questions, and no way to get answers. If only the Narrator would give another passionate explanation, so everyone could learn the truth directly.

However, the Light Screen's next development disappointed many people. There was no explanation; the story simply continued.

On the Light Screen, Waver suddenly seemed less afraid. The Conqueror King had placed his huge right hand on Waver's back, and its immense strength soothed the weak little guy.

Then the Conqueror King raised his voice and scolded the man without the slightest courtesy. "Hey, mage! From what you've said, you wanted to take this kid's place and become my Master. If so, that's laughable!"

"Because the man who becomes my Master has to be a warrior who can ride into battle alongside me! A coward who doesn't even dare show his face has no right to be my Master! Hahahaha!"

Everyone: "..."

As the Conqueror King laughed heartily, Kayneth looked annoyed, while Waver stared at the Conqueror King with shining eyes, deeply moved. The former was disgusted by the Conqueror King; the latter was nearly won over.

At the same time, many people in the real world were either moved by the Conqueror King's bold defense of his Master or fired up by his words. Many felt that although the Conqueror King was willful, having an emperor like him as a Servant would make even the dangerous Holy Grail War feel reassuring.

However, before they could fully savor the moment, the Conqueror King turned and shouted at the empty air, "And all you people watching from the darkness! I know you're there. We're definitely not the only ones drawn here by Saber and Lancer's fight!"

"So, Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail! Come and gather here! Any coward afraid to show his face will earn nothing but the scorn of me, Iskandar, King of Conquerors!"

He nearly roared the last words. His voice carried in every direction, and the challenge was unmistakably meant to provoke. It was as if he were taunting everyone in public.

The Narrator's voice rang out.

[With his boldness and grandeur, Alexander the Great challenged all the Servants in hiding. Most Heroic Spirits had once been heroes, and few could ignore a challenge like this.]

[The Conqueror King's goal was to draw out those who were hiding, and he made no effort to conceal it. Many people could see through his clumsy provocation, but for certain Heroic Spirits, that only made it an even more intolerable insult.]

As the Narrator finished speaking, the camera pulled back to a streetlamp. A golden light flickered above it, then quickly gathered into a human shape. A Servant appeared in full within the golden radiance.

He wore magnificent full-body armor that looked as if it had been crafted from gold. His handsome, fair face and crimson eyes were filled with arrogance and coldness, as if he were a supreme king looking down upon the world. His golden hair stood straight up, and golden earrings gleamed brilliantly.

The man crossed his arms and looked down at everyone below. Then he slowly spoke the first words of his entrance.

"I never thought that two mice who ignored my existence and called themselves kings would show up in a single night!"

At that, Artoria narrowed her eyes, while the Conqueror King scratched his face with a simple-minded air and said, "That's not fair. I, Iskandar, am widely known as the Conqueror King."

The golden man's arrogant, cold voice rang out once more. "Ridiculous. The only hero with the right to be called a king, in heaven or on earth, is me! The rest are nothing but mongrel bastards."

Hearing such arrogance and utter disregard for others, even laced with insults, Artoria's gaze toward the golden man grew dangerous. The Conqueror King didn't seem bothered and was about to say something else.

But just then, an old man's voice sounded. "How arrogant. The only one who can be called a king, in heaven or on earth? Such insolence is truly displeasing. Even this old man can hardly bear an attitude so arrogant that it makes me furious. O golden king!"

As he spoke, an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit emerged from the darkness. He had a stern face, sharp brows and tiger-like eyes, with distinct, angular features. His gaze toward the golden Servant was cold and piercing, radiating the boundless killing intent of a warrior from a martial age.