What do you wish for?

Upon hearing Kirei's report, Tokiomi Tohsaka, from the Tohsaka Family, smiled slightly.

"Really, I didn't expect Saber to be exposed because of this accident, even her trump card was revealed. Now, only Rider is left."

Meanwhile, Kirei's voice followed. "My teacher, shouldn't we deal with that outsider?"

Tokiomi swirled the wine in his glass, looking completely at ease, and said, "There's no need to worry. The gap between Magecraft and Heroic Spirit isn't so easily bridged. Since he doesn't even qualify for the Holy Grail, he shouldn't be allowed to affect the situation. Kirei, don't let this little mishap cause you to lose your composure."

Meanwhile, in the hotel, Kayneth also saw the brilliance of Excalibur, but after a series of events, he didn't want to take action himself until he was fully prepared.

"Go, Lancer, I'll wait here for your news."

Lancer nodded, disappeared from there, and headed towards Einzbern Castle.

With multiple parties clashing and tensions high, a bloody battle is inevitable. So, what is the current state of the battle?

The three Heroic Spirit sat on the ground, completely unlike the scene of war and Tiema that one might imagine. They were like old men playing chess in a park. Indeed, a sense of solemnity permeated the air, but it was confined to the chessboard.

"Um... where should I even begin?"

"Didn't you suddenly request a meeting? And now you don't even know how to start the discussion?"

Just moments ago, there was indeed an atmosphere of impending war, but after a certain reigning king suddenly proposed "comparing their own merits and aspirations to determine who the Holy Grail belongs to," everyone unanimously chose to cease hostilities.

Bai Mo originally didn't plan to attend this strange gathering, but Iskandar's intentions made him stop.

If we continue fighting like this, we'll only cause unnecessary casualties. It would be better to decide who gets the Holy Grail this way; that would be a good thing for the city.

He strongly agreed with this point, and he hoped that the issue could be resolved without resorting to force.

Faced with Artoria's questioning, the person who organized the gathering calmly took out a barrel of red wine from the chariot behind him. It seemed to be a rare collection from a winery, a commemorative bottle of red wine displayed in a showcase. Then Iskandar simply lifted the cap, and the aroma of the red wine mingled with the fragrance of the night flowers and drifted into the garden.

"Where did you find this cheap stuff? It's completely ruining the natural atmosphere."

"This is the best wine we can find around here. Don't you even have the patience to take a sip?"

Iskandar downed a full cup with gusto, then handed it to Gilgamesh, who frowned and took a small sip like a cat drinking water.

"It has to be this. Without fine wine and delicious food, any discussion will only end in bitterness. How about it? It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

"It's utterly inedible. Serving such a thing at a banquet is a disgrace to my royal status."

A golden light rippled, and a golden wine jug emerged from it, along with four golden wine cups and his somewhat smug smile. The jug was opened, and an alluring aroma of wine flowed out; just a whiff was enough to make one slightly intoxicated, the refreshing sweetness stimulating the nerves through the nasal cavity.

"This is truly fine wine; it's almost as if it were brewed by human hands."

Iskandar took a sip and praised it highly. The fact that he, as both an enemy and the King of Conquerors, gave such a high evaluation gradually dispelled Artoria's wariness with curiosity.

Facing the wine glass that was offered to her, Artoria raised it and took a small sip. An intense feeling of happiness made her head sink into the deep sea. The rich, sweet fruity aroma rushed straight to her taste buds, and the intense pleasure made her spine tingle. Artoria truly understood Iskandar; even as the King of Knights, she had never tasted such fine wine.

"This is incredible! Is this something from the Age of Gods?"

Iskandar downed his drink in one gulp, his joy overflowing.

"Of course, whether it's fine wine or swords, everything in my treasury is of the highest quality. That should be enough to demonstrate the magnanimity of a true king."

"That's utter nonsense, Archer. How can the path of a king be determined by something like this?"

"If you can't even offer the finest wine to your guests, then you're hardly worthy of being called a king, Saber."

Gilgamesh placed the fourth cup in Irisviel's direction and then poured it full. There were three people present, and both of them were somewhat curious about the fourth cup.

"What's wrong, Archer? Did you bring other people with you?"

"Is your brain all muscles? Since this is Holy Grail Questioning, those who crave the Holy Grail should naturally participate. Compared to you rats pretending to be kings, his wish as a theatrical performance interests me far more."

Gilgamesh drank the wine in his mouth, and at that moment everyone's eyes turned to Bai Mo.

"Fine, let's see what you guys can come up with."

Bai Mo sat in an empty corner, noticeably a distance back, picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, his expression still calm. Irisviel, standing beside him, couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Having power always brings a sense of security, and perhaps having Illya by his side might not be a bad choice.

No, no, no, how can I make such a decision so easily? Besides, I can't cause him any more trouble.

Irisviel was surprised by the strange trust she had in him. While her reason and emotions were at odds, Bai Mo was also causing a stir. The main reason was that when expressing his wish for the Holy Grail, Archer directly declared that the Holy Grail was his property.

Artoria showed great kindness and concern for Gilgamesh's health.

"Are you lucid, or have you lost your mind like Caster?"

Iskandar pondered for a moment, then a possibility came to mind. Considering Archer's behavior, he was pretty much certain that his real name was the truth.

"Don't say that. But since you claim the Holy Grail is yours, doesn't that mean you can get it with your permission?"

"Don't push your luck, you bastard. My treasures are only given as rewards. You are neither my subject nor have any merits worthy of my praise."

"That's a really hurtful thing to say. After all, I, Alexander, have left an indelible mark on history."

Gilgamesh snorted and continued, "As for human achievements, no one can surpass mine. Only superhuman feats can bring me joy."

After saying this, Gilgamesh glanced at Bai Mo and slowly said, "So, you don't belong to either side in the Holy Grail War. I'm very curious what wishes you might have placed upon the Holy Grail."