With that, Rider downed another cup of wine. Truly moved by its exquisite flavor, he lavished it with praise:
"This wine is incredible! It definitely isn't some ordinary wine brewed by human hands. Is it something from the age of myth?"
At those words, Archer smiled leisurely.
At some point, he had settled cross-legged in the seat of honor, and now he swirled his wine cup with satisfaction:
"Of course. Whether wine or swords, my treasury contains only the most supreme treasures-that alone should be enough to determine our caliber as kings."
"No, no, no. At most, that just means your collection is a little more extensive, Archer."
The moment Archer finished, Sovell offered that rebuttal while sipping the juice in his cup.
Rider agreed with his objection:
"Archer, your finest wine certainly deserves to be served in the noblest of cups. Unfortunately, the Holy Grail of today is no longer the cup that held the Son of God's wine and blood.
This is a debate-or perhaps a conference-to determine who is most worthy of obtaining the Holy Grail. Let us first hear what grand wish you intend to entrust to it, or this discussion will go nowhere.
Come now, Archer. As a sovereign, what lofty principles can you offer to win us over?"
"Stop giving me orders, mongrel. To begin with, the very notion of 'competing for the Holy Grail' is utterly mistaken."
Having heard Rider out, Archer gave a dismissive snort:
"In the end, it was mine to begin with. Every treasure in the world, without exception, originated in my treasury."
"So you're saying you once possessed the Holy Grail? Then do you know its true form?"
"No."
Archer took a sip of wine and flatly denied Rider's follow-up question:
"Do not judge me by a mongrel's standards.