The Holy Grail manifests

"I have no wishes worth placing on the Holy Grail. Wishes are meaningless if they can't be fulfilled through one's own efforts. In the end, I have serious doubts about that so-called omnipotent wish-granting device."

Saber asked, "Then why do you pursue the Holy Grail? You know perfectly well that without Servant, even if you defeat six Master, victory will only be claimed by a seventh."

Bai Mo inwardly asked the system if he could answer, but his mind remained calm. Facing the gazes of the three, Bai Mo sighed and said, "It's not me who needs the Holy Grail, it's our friend. He needs it, so I'll help him get it. It's that simple."

Gilgamesh interjected, "The needs of your friend, you just hand over the Holy Grail, which you know might grant your wish, to your friend like this?"

Bai Mo swirled the cup in his hand and said, "Perhaps this seems foolish to you, but this friend of mine gave me a second life. Meeting my master and the others was all thanks to him, so I sincerely hope to help him. Is that hard to understand?"

Gilgamesh laughed loudly, "How could that be? Yes, if they are truly kindred spirits, then in the face of such friendship, the Holy Grail is nothing more than an insignificant cup."

He then poured himself a full glass of wine, seemingly lost in memories, but upon closer inspection, one could see a star twinkling in his eyes.

Bai Mo put down his glass, Iskandar was about to pour another round of wine when he picked up his glass and realized something was wrong.

"Hey, Archer, your glass's empty. I didn't expect you to be even more generous than me. But now it's just me left to drink."

Don't get my glass dirty with your muddy water.

Gilgamesh stretched out his hand, and an even larger wine vessel appeared. Rider was overjoyed and said impatiently, "I knew you had more good stuff. I'm so envious of you, enjoying this kind of delicious food every day."

Do you think I'm some kind of drunkard?

Just as Rider was refilling the glass, Bai Mo's glass fell into the golden ripples.

"Hey, Archer, are you that stingy?"

"Fool, I just... just happened to think of something, and it's quite amusing. I never imagined there were beings that even the Sha Naqba Imuru couldn't perceive. This cup is not suitable for you, human."

Then, a golden cup appeared in Gilgamesh's hand, its surging magic immeasurable. Its pure gold was so captivating that it was impossible to look away, especially Irisviel was so surprised that she sat down on the ground.

How is this possible? This thing is...

"Archer, this is..."

Artoria stared in disbelief at the golden cup in his hand, and at that moment, a long-lost voice echoed in Bai Mo's mind.

"What happened? Are you done playing?"

Bai Mo replied: No.

"Huh? Then where did this Holy Grail come from?"

"... You're asking me?"

The golden cup was filled with liquid, but unlike the rich fruity aroma, it seemed to be just an ordinary ale.

"You can't take your eyes off me! You bastards who question me, Saber, who's the one who's mentally unstable now?"

Not only here, but even Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was monitoring the Banquet of the Three Kings, was dumbfounded.

No, buddy...

You should have said you had it earlier. All my painstaking planning, bribing the Church, and preparing for war, was just to use the Holy Grail to reach the Root, wasn't it? And now you're telling me this thing really is in your treasury.

What should have been a simple matter of two Command Spell has been made so complicated by you. Wait, what are you trying to do, ancestor?

Gilgamesh handed the Holy Grail to Bai Mo, leaving everyone bewildered.

Bai Mo looked at the Holy Grail before him. He could take it away in an instant, but faced with this situation, he was momentarily at a loss.

"What do you mean?"

"What's wrong? Isn't this something you were supposed to get for your friend? Why won't you even lift your hand?"

"I don't understand your actions, but you should know how easy it is for me to get my hands on this right now. I want to know why you did it?"

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, "Nothing, just a spur-of-the-moment decision. I never expected fate to twist to this extent. As for why I gave it to you, I've already explained."

What did he just say?

The impact of the event was so strong that no one could remember what had just been said. Iskandar clapped his hands and said, "Superman's achievement?"

"You even wanted to recruit me before, yet you lack the eye to judge talent. Rider, this unique stench of blood and the hatred that's almost congealed into a curse... I'm very curious, what disgraceful god's blood is tainted on that thing on your back?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the shocking truth once again sent everyone's hearts pounding.

What the hell? Is this something we should be listening to? What makes this Holy Grail War even worthy of attracting two such talented individuals like you?

Is this important to you?

"It's nothing, probably just wishful thinking. If it happens to be some greedy and shameless goddess, I would feel even more pleased."

"Not a goddess."

"Oh, I see. That's a pity."

At first, everyone thought that Bai Mo was unworthy to sit with a group of the best among the Heroic Spirit, but now it seems that these Heroic Spirit are the ones who are out of place.

Bai Mo continued, "Just say it directly. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you're going to keep avoiding the topic like this..."

Gilgamesh preemptively asked, "So you intend to take it directly?"

Bai Mo: "No, then I'll just read your memories and thoughts directly. Then I'll know everything you might want to know and everything you might not want to know."

Gilgamesh, then burst into laughter. "You're something else, hahaha, having such power you didn't use it in the first place? What were you thinking?"

Bai Mo, instead of taking it for granted, replied with an expression that said, "No one likes having their thoughts read. Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you. A person's privacy is important. This is just my basic respect for others as a human being."

Gilgamesh's laughter stopped, and his calm expression vanished, replaced by a completely different demeanor, as if he were an actor following the director's commands with perfect control.

He slowly began, "I was once quite certain of the demise of the Age of Gods, but now it seems that humanity should truly abandon the gods completely. Very well, I certainly don't want my head forced in. To be frank, there's a city I care deeply about, but according to the trajectory of fate, it seems destined for destruction."

Gilgamesh placed the Holy Grail in front of Bai Mo.

"Look, this is the harvest of the people of that city, the reward for their sweat in the fields, yet it is still to be destroyed. Therefore, I need someone who can completely twist fate."

The system in his mind kept urging him to stop listening to this guy's nonsense and get it quickly. Far Tokiomi also gripped the Command Spell tightly, sweat pouring down his face. What to do? Should he stop Gilgamesh? One slash to stop him, another to make him give me the Holy Grail, and then the out-of-control Archer would use [Gate of Babylon] to slice him into pieces; should he just make him give him the Holy Grail and then commit suicide? Then Bai Mo and the remaining Magecraft would also kill him.

Everything was perfectly planned, so where did this Bai Mo come from? And how does Archer even have the Holy Grail? Why do things always seem to go in directions I didn't expect?

"Damn it, why did this happen?!"

Even the most well-mannered Tokiomi. He frantically urged Risei Kotomine to come over and refill the Command Spell, but the other party remained as still as if he were dead.