Creed of the heavens

After picking up the big wine barrel and retracting the Kamui wheel, Rider pointed to the small garden on the side of the castle with his carrot-thick thumb.

"I just want to use the garden of this castle to hold a banquet, and get to know each other with a few invited guests before the official death battle."

Banquet?

Maiya couldn't understand Rider's brain circuit, but Rider and Waver didn't need to enter the castle, she calmly led them to the small garden on the side of the castle.

Perhaps it was because he was ridiculed and scorned by the elites of the clock tower since he was a child that he developed an introverted personality, and he would always look very shy when facing strangers.

Relying on Rider's large body as a cover, Weber carefully avoided Maiya's scrutinizing gaze, and sat down in the small square in the center of the garden.

"Boom!"

Putting the wine barrel on the ground, Rider sat down without hesitation.

Rider reluctantly pulled Weber out from behind: "Weber, don't be so timid, you are the master of my king of conquest, at least show a little domineering, sit next to me, don't always go back, you are a test pull?"

"Who is a koala! You muscle stick!"

"Sorry!"

While the master and slave were "happy" interacting, Lancer, who was the host, finally rushed back in time with Kiritsugu.

The war horse that fell from the sky landed in a corner of the garden, Lancer raised his gun and stared at Rider with a serious face.

"Rider, what do you mean by rushing into our stronghold? Are you here to declare war?"

"No no no, of course not."

Rider slapped the wine barrel away with his palm, and the rich aroma of wine wafted out from the barrel.

"I just borrowed your castle to hold a king's banquet, Lancer, and you are also one of the participants I plan to invite."

"The King's Banquet?"

Lancer relaxed his vigilance slightly, and looked at the huge wine barrel beside Rider with some doubts.

Emiya Kiritsugu noticed Rider's words, looked at him sharply and asked, "One? That means you invited other kings?"

"Humph!"

A haughty cold snort came from the void, and Archer in golden armor appeared in the field out of his spirit state.

"Since it is the king's banquet, it is natural that the king's participation is indispensable."

"Bastards, it is an honor to give you the opportunity to admire the majesty of the king as an exception tonight."

Archer's arrogant remarks dissatisfied Lancer, who has always been strict with etiquette, but Rider didn't care about it.

"Haha! It's just in time, Jin Yingying, please take a seat, the banquet is about to begin."

Archer ignored Lancer's hostility and followed Rider's guidance to sit opposite him.

"so?"

Archer glanced at Lancer who was still on guard: "Rider, where did the groom over there come from? Do you already know her identity?"

"Hmph, of course."

Rider jokingly said, "What? As the oldest king, haven't you guessed her identity yet?"

"Oh." Archer twitched the corners of his mouth in a calm manner: "The king is reserved. If I want to, I can indeed make myself an all-knowing and all-powerful person."

"But that kind of life is too boring. Exploring the unknown is the driving force behind the progress of human civilization. Don't you think so? King of Conquerors."

Not only did Rider guess Archer's identity, but Kiritsugu also roughly guessed the identity of the King of Gold based on the opponent's Noble Phantasm and style of words and deeds. When Rider mentioned the Oldest King, he immediately confirmed his guess .

The oldest hero-king in human history, the ruler of the Uruk city-state, the tyrant Gilgamesh.

Through the contracts connected to each other, Lancer learned the identity of the other party from the information passed by Kiritsugu.

The identities of the two kings who participated in the banquet have been revealed, and Lancer's self-esteem as a king does not allow her to continue to conceal her identity.

"Master."

Seeing Lancer's firm eyes, Kiritsugu thought about it, and finally nodded in agreement with her request.

"Okay, but don't expose too many cards."

The world's understanding of King Arthur mainly comes from the Knights of the Round Table he established, and the related rumors about the Sword in the Stone and the contract victory. There are relatively few legends about the Holy Lance King Arthur, and it is not so easy for the enemy to see through.

Jumping off East Stallion, Lancer removed a part of the armor that was inconvenient to move, generously revealing the mature and beautiful figure under the armor, walked to Archer and Rider and sat down.

"I am King of Britain, Artoria Pendragon."

Artoria's green eyes, which are as beautiful as lake water, looked at Iskandar and Gilgamesh calmly: "The King of Heroes of Uruk, the King of Conquerors of Macedon, is honored to be able to fight against the two in this Holy Grail War." There is a chance to fight."

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh's haughty expression fluctuated a little, and he looked at Artoria in surprise: "It turns out that it is King Arthur, who is called the King of Knights by the world. It is interesting, and it is indeed a bit more imposing than other bastards."

The scarlet eyes turned to Iskandar, and Gilgamesh asked calmly: "King of Conqueror, you didn't call us here just to hold a banquet, did you?"

"Say it straight if you have something to say, think about your idea of ​​pleasing me, and let Er wait for some presumptuous remarks tonight."

"Don't worry, don't worry."

Rider glanced around: "I also invited some heroes to listen to the Theory of the Three Kings."

"Heroic spirits who have arrived ahead of time, show up!"

"call"

With a gust of wind blowing deliberately, a black figure in leather armor with a hood appeared a little far from the center of the garden.

Seeing this person appear, Emiya Kiritsugu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost couldn't control his emotions. Maiya even put her hands behind her back, ready to take out her weapon and launch an attack at any time.

Assassin!

Rider looked around with some disappointment: "It's gone? Leaving aside Berserker who can't communicate, don't Saber and Caster plan to participate in this banquet? What a pity."

Chapter 215 Indecision

"Whoa!"

Rider scooped a ladle of wine from the barrel with a strange ladle.

"Come on! The King's Banquet has officially begun!"