Nero looked extremely displeased at the woman before her—someone who resembled her, yet possessed an overwhelmingly superior figure.
"…And who might you be?"
She already knew the identities of the others present, but this newcomer was a complete mystery. So she asked directly.
Hearing the question, the woman with the holy spear cast her a sidelong glance.
"Me?"
"Artoria Pendragon. Class: Lancer."
After saying that, she shifted her gaze toward the other versions of herself.
Both Artoria Pendragon and the white-clad king were stunned.
A version of themselves wielding the Holy Lance…
So this was her—the most perfected King of Knights.
After ascending the throne and ruling the land, her weapon had changed from the Holy Sword to the Holy Lance. Because she had not used the sword that halted her growth, her body had matured. She had even drawn close to becoming something akin to a divine being.
The most mature and complete King Arthur.
The other Artorias could not help but feel envious.
They wanted that explosive figure too.
Just as they were about to speak, another Artoria approached—this time carrying a staff.
Everyone noticed her at once.
For a moment, none of them knew what to say.
Had King Arthur really manifested in every Class?
The "Takeuchi-faced" group stood there in complete confusion, while Jeanne d'Arc and Nero Claudius looked at the various kings with strange expressions.
Nero no longer mentioned "impostors."
Instead, she spoke excitedly.
"This is far too absurd!"
"Why are there so many identical people here?!"
"Could it be… that my face is simply that perfect?!"
She declared shamelessly, her narcissism reaching new heights.
Yet she truly was thrilled to see so many versions sharing the same appearance.
The other Heroic Spirits were equally stunned.
Saber, Lancer, Caster, Assassin…
At this rate, they could form an entire team on their own.
And just as expected—
More identical faces arrived.
One of them even possessed the aura of an outer cosmic entity.
As more Servants gathered, they began pulling familiar allies together to form teams.
Unsurprisingly, all the "Takeuchi-faced" Heroic Spirits ended up grouping together.
Meanwhile, Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) nearly started a fight the moment she saw Jeanne d'Arc.
Fortunately, Artoria (Lancer) stepped in and stopped her.
Still, Jeanne Alter's glare toward the saint registering participants was anything but friendly.
On the other hand, those who had served Jeanne in life were ecstatic to see her again, rushing forward to kneel and pay their respects.
The entire arena grew increasingly lively.
Kings from various eras stood in confrontation, none willing to yield.
It could be said that this tournament provided the perfect stage for their rivalry.
Watching from above, Izumi smiled.
This was far too entertaining.
All the Heroic Spirits of history had gathered.
When they finally clashed, it would surely be spectacular.
Standing beside him, Mash Kyrielight watched the countless Servants with worry.
"Senpai… will this really be alright?"
"Aren't you afraid they'll start fighting?"
That was her greatest concern.
So many Heroic Spirits in one place—it was inevitable.
Hearing this, Izumi laughed.
"It's fine. If they fight, they fight."
"My goal is simply to harvest their Spirit Origins."
"By the way, Mash. Would you like to meet Lancelot?"
Mash blinked.
"…Lancelot?"
"What about him? Why would I meet him?"
She still didn't know the true identity of the Heroic Spirit whose power she had inherited, so his question puzzled her.
Seeing this, Izumi realized immediately.
So she didn't know.
He explained calmly.
"The power within you comes from a Heroic Spirit named Galahad."
"And he is the son of Lancelot."
Mash's eyes widened.
"E–Eh?! How do you know that?!"
"Even Dr. Roman didn't know the identity of the Heroic Spirit inside me!"
She was completely shocked.
The truth was, very few people knew.
Galahad had transferred his Spirit Origin and Noble Phantasm to save her, then returned to the Throne.
Among Chaldea's survivors, no one knew his name.
Now that Izumi had spoken it aloud, everything became clear.
Her strength came from the Knights of the Round Table.
And she was connected to Lancelot.
Izumi smiled faintly.
"The shield you carry is the core of the White City, Camelot."
"It is the ultimate fortress—the embodiment of the Round Table itself."
"You are already connected to them."
"So you should meet them."
He snapped his fingers.
In an instant, Mash was teleported to the group of Round Table knights.
Both sides froze in confusion.
But the moment they saw her—
They immediately understood.
Especially Lancelot.
The truth was obvious at a glance.
Watching Mash being quickly accepted, Izumi nodded in satisfaction.
It seemed her "relatives" were more than happy to welcome their young kin.
He chuckled.
At last, he had obtained a vast number of Spirit Origins.
Sitting down, he prepared to simply watch the show unfold.
Just as boredom began to set in—
A small fox approached quietly.
Her eyes sparkled as she stared at Izumi.
So this was the man even Alaya and Gaia feared.
She knew very well how they had been brought into the real world.
Everything pointed to him.
Naturally, Izumi noticed her immediately.
The moment Tamamo no Mae appeared, those around him looked at her strangely.
"A fox spirit?"
The first to speak was Illya, staring at her ears and tail in surprise.
The others were equally shocked.
A real fox spirit?
Then Eriri immediately corrected them.
"That's Tamamo no Mae."
"A famous yokai from Japan."
She had researched such things for her doujin work and recognized her at once.
Being called a "fox spirit" made Tamamo unhappy.
"What do you mean, fox spirit?!"
"I am Tamamo no Mae! Tamamo no Mae!"
"Good day to you all."
Still, determined to become the ideal wife and mother, she chose not to argue further with the girls.
Instead—
She focused her full attention on Izumi.