A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

"This is the wonder of the Holy Grail War...but I am the one who is praised by everyone. Those who travel through time and space and are invited to participate in the 'Seat of Heroes' will not mistake your golden sword."

The Servant who participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Lancer...the heroic spirit of the Celtics, Diarmuid Odina.

Lancer, who accidentally saw through his real name, narrowed his eyes in a refreshing mood.

"Competing with such a famous knight king and avenging my sword—hum, this is something I can't give up."

If they were heroic spirits separated by time, they would have no historical connection. The era they came from was invited, and through the legends of the past of that era, they also learned about the heroes of later generations. Diarmuid also knew the legend of King Arthur who would later bring honor to his homeland.

"Well, we know each other's names. I challenge you as a knight to decide the outcome of this ordinary battle - even though I stabbed one arm, aren't you convinced? Saber."

"Don't be ridiculous. You worry about me because of such a minor injury. It might as well be my humiliation."

Saber asserted resolutely, while she could not help but gnash her teeth with hatred deep in her heart.

"A mere stab is nothing big..."

Saber once again assembled her magic power and put on the silver armor. Although it was just a waste of his magic power in front of Lancer's "Demon-Breaking Red Rose". But it is still useful in guarding against the "Destroyed Yellow Rose". After Saber calmed down the surrounding atmosphere again, she sealed the golden sword into the invisible Wind King barrier.

The wound cannot be healed no matter what method is used, and the curse of the yellow spear will probably not be lifted until the gun itself is destroyed and the owner of the gun, Diarmuid, is defeated.

Saber must use her remaining right arm to defeat Lancer's two guns. If "Unleash the Magic" can help. Holding the sword in the right hand is not that painful. However, she was blocked from using all the strength that could only be exerted by her two hands.\\nShe could not use her special move "Sword of Victory of the Oath".

But at this point, Saber's fighting spirit has not shrunk but has become even higher.

It was a thoughtful strategy to use one of the two Noble Phantasms first, subtly causing the other party to be careless. Saber was not angry at being tricked, but wanted to appreciate Lancer's strategy first.

This enemy is perfect.

The first battle of the Holy Grail War encountered an impeccably good opponent. As a samurai who lives by swords, he has to fight hard when he encounters such a good opponent. Diarmuid Odina, who is now standing here to confront Saber, is also forcing himself to face this extreme competition that requires not only tricks but also resourcefulness.

Saber was so motivated that Lancer could sense it even without saying it aloud.

Lancer had a satisfied smile on his lips, but he actually felt the same as Saber in his heart.

Saber used her left arm to block the sneak attack of the "Indestructible Yellow Rose" that was used as her special move. Therefore, Lancer's respect for Saber and Lancer's value for victory in this game were even greater. joy.

As knights, the two heroic spirits even share the same spirit when it comes to fighting spirits.

"Saber, wake up. The Holy Grail this time is mine."

"That's what you can say before I have the Holy Grail. Lancer!"

The two people were saying bold and provocative words while predicting each other's special moves and testing each other carefully step by step.

Swords and magic spears that are about to explode.

The cold, clear and tense air was suddenly broken by a thunderous sound at this moment.

"——!?"

Saber and Lancer were both stunned and motionless at the same time.\\nThen they looked back at the southeast sky at the same time. The source of the sound is clear at a glance.

I saw a flying object crossing a straight line in the sky, heading straight for this side, and also sprinkled purple lightning sparks in the night sky. There is no doubt that the sound must be from it.

Irisviel was stunned and opened her mouth in surprise.

"...chariot..."

Judging from the appearance, this is an ancient chariot with two fronts. What is tied to the shaft is not a war horse. Rather, it is a burly and well-toned bull with muscles rolling like waves. The hooves of oxen tread the void, pulling a luxurious and magnificent chariot.

No, the chariot doesn't just float in the air. The wheels of the chariot roared, and the bull's hooves trampled not the earth but lightning.

Every time the oxen's hooves and chariots trampled the empty sky, purple lightning flashed its spider-web-shaped tentacles, rolling up the atmosphere with a deafening sound. The magic power bursting out from the lightning could probably rival the blows Lancer and Saber unleashed with all their might.

Only a Servant's Noble Phantasm can be so weird and release such huge magic power. No need to think too much, this must be the third Servant who wants to intervene in the duel between Saber and Lancer, so he showed up.

"..."

Both Saber and Lancer looked nervous and said nothing.\\nThey stared at the tank that suddenly visited them. Needless to say, Irisviel was panicking, and Lancer's Master, who had not yet appeared, must have been trembling as well.

If it is a heroic spirit with such huge thunder and lightning energy wrapped around its body, it may be the predecessor of the God of Thunder. And if it is the god of thunder related to bulls, the first thing that comes to mind is the supreme god of Olympus. This chariot cannot indeed be called a heroic spirit, but even if it is called an appendage of a heroic spirit, it is certainly full of powerful threats.

The chariot with thunder and lightning on its feet hovered menacingly over Lancer and Saber, then slowed down and landed on the ground. It happened to fall between the two heroic spirits confronting each other, blocking the sword and spear points of the two men. As he landed on the ground, he put away the dazzling lightning, revealing the figure of a giant man, standing majestically on the driving platform of the chariot.

"Both parties put away their weapons. In front of this king!"

This unhurried roar could rival the thunderous sound he made when he appeared flying through the sky. That piercing gaze had an aura that seemed to push back the sword and spear head that were facing each other.

Needless to say, Lancer and Saber are both famous heroic spirits. You can't scare someone just by roaring twice. However, this newly appeared heroic spirit did not intend to attack them, but just to disrupt their duel. So these two people didn't understand his intention of doing this and couldn't help but hesitate.

After first weakening the momentum of Lancer and Saber, the burly chariot owner continued to say in a stern tone: "My name is Iskandar the Conqueror. I participated in this Holy Grail War and obtained the rank of Rider."

Everyone present was truly dumbfounded at this moment. On the battlefield of the Holy Grail, it is impossible for a Servant to declare his family name, and his real name is the key to strategy. And the one who was most restless was Webb, who was sitting next to Rider.

"What are you thinking about, idiot!!"

Weber was so insane that he even forgot to be afraid when facing Rider's giant body. He asked Rider's bluff while holding Rider's coat tightly.

Poof, the bull's merciless catcalls echoed in the night air, and Webb's protesting voice fell silent. Rider ignored the Master's protest, glanced at Lancer and Saber on the left and right, and asked: "You are fighting each other to get the Holy Grail... Before you fight, I have one thing to ask you. What kind of feelings do you have for the Holy Grail? Expectations, I don’t know. But think about it now. Is your wish more weighty than the ambition that encompasses heaven and earth?”

Although Saber didn't understand what these words meant, her intuition told her that the true meaning of these words was full of danger, so she unconsciously widened her eyes.

"What exactly do you want to say?"

"Huh? I made it very clear."

At this time, Rider still maintained his dignity, but his tone had become much softer and more harmonious.

"I'm coming to the battlefield. Do you have any plans to give me the Holy Grail? If you give me the Holy Grail, I will treat you as a friend and share the joy of conquering the world with you."

"..."

This is a ridiculous suggestion. Saber was stunned without even being angry, and Lancer opposite him didn't know what to say, just stood there in a daze.

Conqueror Iskander. He is indeed an extraordinary heroic spirit. There is no one like him in the history of mankind. Desperate to realize his ambition to conquer the world.

But despite this, what about Rider's proposal? Appearing suddenly and speaking his true name openly and openly.\\nDemanding others to treat him with respect before even confronting others. All of the above actions make people think that he has no intention of joining the Holy Grail War. This is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing. It is difficult to judge whether it is a wise decision or a stupid move.

"I admire your courage in reporting your family status just now. But... I can't agree to your proposal."

Lancer shook his head with a wry smile, but there was no smile in his eyes. The eyes that were as powerful as swords collided head-on with the eyes that the King of Conqueror didn't even bother to look at, and sparks flew out.

"I will hold the Holy Grail. This is the oath I made to the only new monarch in this world. The person who holds the Holy Grail is definitely not you. Rider."

"...Are you trying to express those jokes to hinder my duel with the knight?"

Saber asked following Lancer's words. The expression on her face was different from that of the beautiful Lancer, not even a smile. For her who is serious, Rider's proposal itself is extremely unpleasant.

"King of Conquerors, your joke has gone too far. This is an intolerable insult to a knight."

Lancer and Saber both cast hostile glances at Rider. Rider seemed to have a troubled expression and mumbled "Hmm" while unconsciously pressing his temples with his fists. Rider couldn't help but make helpless movements, but his majestic sitting posture did not waver at all, so in fact Rider can be said to be a person with an extremely rare sense of presence.

"...Do you want to negotiate terms with me?"

"Cut the nonsense!"

It felt like Rider was about to say something flattering, but Lancer and Saber refused in unison. Saber continued with a disappointed look on her face.

"Say it again... I am also the king of a country in charge of the Kingdom of Britain. No matter what kind of king he is, he cannot bow his head to others."

"Oh? The King of Britain?"

Rider may have become interested in Saber's declaration and raised his eyebrows high.

"This is so surprising to me. The world-renowned King of Knights is actually a little girl."

"——Then try to eat this little girl in your mouth with a sword! Conqueror King!"

Saber lowered her voice and raised her sword. His left hand was still unable to hold the sword, and the four fingers of his left hand were just holding on to the hilt, but the fighting spirit rising from the shaking of the sword was even more solemn than when he was fighting Lancer. Rider frowned and sighed.

"Then our negotiations broke down. It's such a pity. It's such a pity."

The moment Rider mumbled with his face down, he noticed the resentful eyes looking up from his feet.

"Ah, it hurts, ah..."

As the pain swelled in his forehead, and more tragic than the pain was the regret, Weber's screams passed low in the sky.

"What. What to do? You keep talking about conquest, but in the end it's not annoying... Do you really think you can beat Saber and Lancer?"

Facing the Master's question, the burly Servant showed no guilt and instead burst into laughter.

"No, there's a saying, 'There's no better way to talk than to try'."

“‘There’s no better way to talk than to try’, isn’t that your real name?!”

Weber was dizzy with anger. He cried out as he punched Rider's chest armor with his two powerless fists.

Seeing this sad scene...\\nIrisviel neither despised nor sympathized, but felt that she could no longer remain silent.

The tense air relaxed wonderfully——

"Really? Is that so?"

——But because of this low complaint that was close to the ground, it solidified again.

He is Lancer's Master who has not yet appeared. After he (she) urged his Servant to use the Noble Phantasm, he remained silent again and watched the battle. At this moment, he (she) interrupted to ask Weber the purpose of coming here. This is also completely different from the tone just now. A voice that revealed his hatred.

"Why did you go crazy and steal my holy relic? If you think about it carefully, maybe it was the reason why you wanted to participate in the Holy Grail War. Mr. Weber Velvet."

Weber heard someone calling his name viciously. Know that the object of hatred is yourself. Not only that, Weber might be able to guess the owner of that voice.

"that……"

How could Weber not guess the owner of that voice? If your status is as high as Clock Tower Lecturer, even if Iskandar's cloak is stolen, the relics of other heroic spirits can still be prepared. In this way, in this land of Fuyuki, it is not incredible even if that man stands here as Webber's enemy this time.

"What a pity. I wanted to make this lovely student happy. Weber, a mortal like you should have a stable life that only belongs to mortals."

Weber was so dizzy from the hallucination that he was completely unable to determine the source of the sound. He himself didn’t know how many times he had tasted the feeling of being turned upside down in his stomach - Lecturer Kaynes Elumeroy Archibalud, his mean and slender face, those mixed eyes The feeling of looking down at Weber from his head with green eyes filled with insult and pity - he experienced it deeply again.