Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

"Um, um, you haven't told me your name yet!"

After saying this, Waver suddenly seemed to lose his temper and lowered his head heavily.

Waver, he didn't have the courage to say those two words after all. Perhaps it was because of his low self-esteem, or because his edges were smoothed out in the Clock Tower, or perhaps he felt that he was not qualified enough...

The emperor standing next to him also lost the smile on his face and crossed his arms expressionlessly.

As expected, you didn’t say it out loud!

The emperor clenched his fists and said, "Since you haven't said it out loud, let your servant, King of Conquerors Iskandar, use the blade to express your feelings and realize what you want!"

Although he was not sure of victory, it did not stop him from swinging the sword. He swung the sword just to fulfill his master's small wish. This was the King of Conquerors, this was the bold and casual Iskandar.

As for Tata Blue, yes, he hasn’t told me his name yet!

"Me? Let me think, oh - you can call me Master Hui."

The wise master, the honorific title given to him by the knights in the Science Army, means a wise blood editor. But does the wise master have other meanings? Only Cao Yanling himself knows.

When Tata Blue heard the name, he just felt a little strange. It was more like a title than a name!

The emperor unclenched his fists and smiled again.

As for Weber, the moment he heard the word Master Hui, he suddenly raised his head, and tears seemed to be brewing in his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you——"

Waver's voice was so quiet that perhaps only he could hear it.

"Okay, it's almost dawn, let's go back." Spreading his thunder wings, Cao Yanling grabbed Tata Blue's shoulders and flew into the sky.

"Then just come back with me! We can get along well."

Cao Yanling can't wait to study it.

Tonight's battle is the first battle of the Holy Grail War, but it will not be the last battle. The Holy Grail War has truly begun at this moment.

The nearest airport to Fuyuki City.

Unlike the other time and space, Irisviel arrived in Fuyuki City and landed at this airport after the Holy Grail began, but in this time and space, the Einzbern family had already arrived in Fuyuki City, and this time they were at this airport to send off the patriarch Ahad to Britain where the magic palace was located.

Ahad gave instructions to Kiritsugu and his wife again, and finally boarded the plane to the holy land of magic.

After seeing Ahad off, Kiritsugu and his wife disguised themselves as tourists and traveled around like ordinary people.

At this moment, looking at the beautiful lady who was so neat and beautiful that she looked like a doll, Kiritsugu felt that everything was so unreal.

Since the cooperation with the Magic Hall, everything has become so beautiful.

Through the magic of the Holy See, Irisviel escaped the fate of being the Lesser Holy Grail. She no longer had to serve as a container for the souls of servants who were defeated or lost their Masters and could no longer exist. She would have a new life, a life of her own.

As long as this Holy Grail War ends, everything will be fine.

"Is there no one?"

Kiritsugu and Irisviel spent a whole day out shopping, tasting delicious food, playing in the park, and playing on the beach... These were scenes that Kiritsugu had never even imagined before, but today, everything became a reality.

Of course, they were not just out for fun, they were also acting as bait, but both of them were still having a great time, which was already very satisfying for them.

"No! There are still fish caught."

Feeling the provocative and deliberately exposed aura in the distant shadows, Kiritsugu pulled Irisviel behind him, and at the same time, an illusory spirit shadow continued to solidify in front of the two of them.

It was a slightly petite figure, wearing a fluttering blue battle skirt and silver armor with blue patterns. Under her golden hair tied up with a blue ribbon was a pretty and delicate face.

Altria Pendragon, the King of Britain, the Holy Throne King of the Magic Palace, the King of Swords, the King of Knights, the King of Oaths...

This was the Heroic Spirit Kiritsugu summoned with the support of the Magic Palace, the replica of the Holy Throne King.

"He seems to be trying to lure us into taking the initiative. It seems that he has the same idea as you and wants a head-on confrontation."

Looking at the Holy Throne King whose body had completely materialized, Kiritsugu spoke with a respectful tone.

"The enemy is either a cavalryman or a spearman. I am worthy of being his opponent. However, Kiritsugu, you don't have to be so respectful to me. I am not the Holy Throne King as they say."

The Knight King said in a serious tone.

She does not agree with others calling her the Queen of the Holy Throne. She is just a failed king of Britain, a king of Britain who responds to the call of the Holy Grail and wants to change Britain's history of civil strife.

She had no memory of the description of the Holy See King by that group of Holy See people. All she had was the memory of the civil strife in Britain, the memory of the civil strife in Britain due to her own incompetence.

Moreover, even if what those holy men described was true, so what?

She is not a replica of the Holy Throne King, she is just the failed King of Britain.

"Then you should treat him well!" Kiritsugu ignored the words of the King of Knights. What does it have to do with me if you don't admit that you are the King of the Holy See? A group of people from the Holy See are watching you secretly. How dare I be disrespectful to you?

"Of course!"

The Knight King held the long sword in his hand, walked easily and confidently, and walked straight towards the enemy.

There is a warehouse street connected to the seaside park. There are almost no people here at night. The dim lights shining on the street make the scene even more empty. It is perfect for duels between servants here.

Even if large-scale damage occurred, labeling the accident as a "gas explosion" would definitely be more convincing than the "gas explosion" accidents reported in the previous two news reports.

Kiritsugu and his two companions walked upright on the wide four-lane road, like duelists who had accepted a challenge.

In the middle of the road in the distance, there stood a slender figure.

He was a handsome man with a high nose bridge, stern eyebrows and delicate facial contours. His bright eyes revealed gentle melancholy, and the teardrop mole under his left eye made him exude the seductive charm of a man.

The spears in his hands showed his rank as a spearman, but the combination of the two spears was surprising.

The spear on the shoulder is of normal specifications, while the pistol in the left hand is only one-third the size of the other spear.

"Someone is finally here? Looking at the long sword in your hand, you must be a swordsman. You are still an underage girl, you should stay at home with your partner." The spearman's tone was frivolous, which reminded people of the rebellious young man who teased the girl sitting next to him on campus.

“Isn’t your tone too rude, Lancer?” Kiritsugu, who was standing behind the Knight King, raised his eyebrows and looked at the handsome Lancer in front of him, his expression gradually becoming strange.

This unknown spearman, you'd better pray devoutly now, hoping that the Holy See will not slap you in the face later.