Moved by Mast (continued)

"Haha, none of that matters."

Iskandar laughed indifferently. "This place is spacious enough. It's perfect for a banquet."

As he spoke, he hauled a large barrel of wine down from his chariot and smashed its lid with a slap.

A rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.

"A banquet?"

Artoria froze. "Is that what you came here for?"

Medusa and the others were bewildered, struggling to follow the Conqueror King's train of thought.

Holding a banquet in the enemy's headquarters was certainly hard to make sense of.

Instinctively!

They looked toward Lin Luo.

"A little liveliness wouldn't hurt."

Lin Luo smiled, pulled over a chair, sat down, and took out a Grimoire, quietly leafing through it.

The banquet of kings. That did sound familiar.

If everything went smoothly, the remaining Heroic Spirits should all gather here.

Then it would be time for the Holy Grail War to end.

"Haha, I knew our devil friend wouldn't refuse."

Iskandar laughed heartily, scooped up some wine with a bamboo ladle, and drained it in one gulp.

"Then let us hold a discussion of the Holy Grail, as kings."

"Mongrel, there are limits even to jokes."

Just then, golden light flashed, and Gilgamesh appeared out of thin air.

"Arch, do you intend to fight?"

Artoria looked wary, her hand already resting on her sword's hilt.

"Haha, don't be so tense, King of Knights."

Iskandar laughed. "I invited him as well. If we're to have a discussion among kings, naturally, all the kings must gather."

"But you're late, Goldie."

"Who told you to choose a place like this?"

Gilgamesh glanced at Lin Luo. "Had I not already given you my word, I would never have come."

Were it not for a king's promise and dignity.

Faced with the devil who had slapped him twice,