Artoria took the juice Sovell handed her and sipped it twice to ease her intoxication. Once the heaviness in her head had faded a little, she addressed Rider:
"So... even if you acknowledged that the Holy Grail rightfully belonged to someone else, you would still seize it, King of Conquerors?"
"Hmm? Do you even need to ask? My way of kingship is conquest. In other words, everything rests upon plunder and invasion."
"Heh. Invasion? I see. Conquest through violence, then. No wonder your kingdom fell apart the moment you died.
Tell me, what wish could justify such ruthless plunder?"
Sovell could not bear to listen any longer and gave a cold snort.
How much blood and how many tears had Britain once sacrificed to win a fleeting peace against the invading Romans and Saxons?
Even though he already knew what the Holy Grail here truly was, even though he had enjoyed a thousand years in Avalon, he could never tolerate someone so brazenly flaunting the word "invasion" before him.
Rider's expression grew solemn as well. He had heard it clearly: the man before him had shifted to the royal form of address. It was not merely a change in identity, but a change in attitude:
"My wish is simple. To obtain a physical body. Nothing more."
Hearing this from a distance, Waver nearly cried out-Wasn't this idiot's wish to conquer the world?!
But he could clearly sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere ahead and forced his cry back down.
"What? Do you still intend to conquer the world in person, just as you so boldly proclaimed that day in the Warehouse District?"
Faced with Sovell's challenge, Rider clenched his thick-knuckled fists and answered loudly:
"Of course. Are you already content with your existence as a Servant? Yes, we