Chapter 100: What is your wish? Fury! Troublemaker!
Gilgamesh, deep in his own thoughts, suddenly erupted in fury, his terrifying gaze piercing Arthur like a sharp sword, radiating murderous intent, as if he would strike with thunderous force at any moment.
However, Arthur was not the only one who disagreed with such arrogant words; Iskandar calmly put down his wine glass and refuted with earnest words.
"Indeed, the divine wine in the Hero King's treasury is rarely seen in the world and can be considered a treasure."
"But the Holy Grail is completely different from a wine glass. To convince me, you must explain the wish you have entrusted to the Holy Grail."
Artoria's eyes flickered, clearly touched by Iskandar's question.
Gilgamesh temporarily withdrew his gaze from Arthur, scoffing with disdain.
"A mongrel is not qualified to interfere with this King's words or actions, and besides, you have already misunderstood the premise of the struggle."
"The so-called Holy Grail, from the very beginning, belonged to this King!"
Iskandar and Artoria were both stunned by these words, while Arthur shook his head helplessly and added.
"Didn't I tell you? Collecting treasures with the backing of legends—that kind of explanation can't convince anyone."
Gilgamesh closed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Ignorant thoughts! In any case, your horizons are limited to this."
Arthur raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Gilgamesh's stubbornness.
When did Mesopotamian mythology become linked to the Holy Grail?
Could it be that his understanding of the Holy Grail was flawed?
At this moment, Iskandar suddenly scratched his head and burst into laughter. After a while, he turned to Gilgamesh and said seriously.
"Then, Hero King, can I understand it this way?"
"If I want to obtain the Holy Grail, I only need to get your permission?"
Gilgamesh opened his eyes and nodded casually in response.
"Of course."
"But I have no reason to bestow it upon you mongrels. This King's treasures are only bestowed upon worthy subjects."
"Subjects, huh—I guess not."
Iskandar chuckled, waving his hand nonchalantly.
"I do want the Holy Grail, but to take what I want—that is the style of Conqueror King Iskandar!"
The proud Gilgamesh gazed at Iskandar, who was expounding the Way of the Conqueror, a hint of mockery playing on his lips.
"Indeed, you are an out-and-out rebellious subject, and you must be punished."
Iskandar nodded solemnly, raising his cup in response.
"If that's the case, then we'll just have to cross swords."
As they spoke, two kings of completely different styles confirmed their hunting target, and a chilling murderous intent quietly permeated the air.
...
Artoria, who had been silently listening, frowned deeply, dissatisfied with both the plundering Conqueror and the arrogant Hero King.
Arthur leisurely savored the divine wine in his cup, addressing the two men locked in a standoff.
"The Hero King believes the Holy Grail rightfully belongs to him, but what about you, Conqueror? What wish have you entrusted to the Holy Grail?"
Upon hearing this, Iskandar, for once, looked shy. He tilted his head back, drained the divine wine, and replied with a touch of awkwardness.
"I wish—to obtain a physical body."
"Ah!?"
Everyone was astonished. Even Gilgamesh, who had maintained his aloof posture, looked puzzled, wondering if he had misheard.
Waver, the most emotionally agitated, instantly gained courage, ignoring the terrifying kings beside him. He rushed forward, pushed Iskandar, and complained.
"Idiot! What are you talking about! Isn't your wish to conquer the world!"
Bang!
Iskandar delivered a powerful flick to his Master's forehead, sending him flying, and spoke with righteous indignation.
"Fool!"
"What's the point of letting a cup conquer the world for me? Conquest is a dream I must achieve myself!"
"What the Holy Grail is used for is merely the first step to fulfilling that dream!"
Gilgamesh shook his head slightly, the joyful smile disappearing from his face.
"Mongrel, you challenge this King for such trivial matters?"
Arthur, however, looked at Iskandar with interest, raising his cup in a toast.
"I must say, you do have some interesting ideas. This one's to you!"
"Oh! Thank you!"
Iskandar grinned, filled his cup with divine wine, and drank with Arthur.
Artoria coolly observed the three kings of vastly different styles before her, finally unable to resist commenting.
"Ultimately, they are all just madmen led by their own selfish desires."
Iskandar, long accustomed to such evaluations, retorted.
"Then, King of Knights, tell us the wish you have entrusted to the Holy Grail."
At this moment, everyone's gaze turned to Artoria, waiting for her to deliver her answer in this Holy Grail inquiry.
Artoria lowered her head, gazing at the clear divine wine in her cup, her eyes reflecting memories and bitterness. Her voice was calm but carried a barely perceptible tremor.
"My wish is... to save my homeland."
"To use the omnipotent wish-granting machine to rewrite Britain's destined destruction."
At these words, Arthur's grip on his cup tightened abruptly, his eyes darkening as he waited for Artoria's explanation.
The two Servants, who also noticed the subtle change in atmosphere, reacted differently.
Gilgamesh took a sip of divine wine, smiling as if completely detached, listening to what came next.
Iskandar slowly put down his wine glass, asking with a solemn expression.
"King of Knights, if the knowledge the Holy Grail imparted to me is correct, that country called Britain was destroyed under your rule, was it not?"
Artoria nodded without hesitation, replying.
"That's right, which is why I cannot forgive myself, which is why I regret it!"
"I want to change that outcome, precisely because it is my responsibility..."
"You can talk in your sleep when you're off the stage!"
Arthur sharply interrupted, rising abruptly, his stern gaze looking down at the astonished King of Knights.
"Change the fate of Britain's destruction? Deny the history you wrote with your own hands?"
Clang!
Arthur raised his hand, summoning the dazzling platinum Holy Sword, its sharp edge pointed directly at Artoria, and said seriously.
"Artoria Pendragon! Raise your Holy Sword! I want to see if the light of the stars still favors you!"
Arthur's resounding challenge left Artoria in a daze, her eyes seeing again the silver-red figure standing on the sword hill, questioning her.
The banquet's atmosphere was instantly shattered by this sudden turn of events. Irisviel and Waver retreated repeatedly.
Gilgamesh and Iskandar exchanged glances, both seeing intense interest on the other's face.
They had not expected Lionheart King's obsession with King Arthur to be so profound.
Just hearing that she intended to deny her own history had already enraged him.
Now—there was a good show to watch!
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned.
As shadows rose, dark-clad figures, wearing bone masks and of varying proportions, silently appeared.
They instantly surrounded everyone in the courtyard, murderous intent surging!
Hundred-Faced Hassan, arrived to their doom!