Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover

With such immense lightning energy surrounding him, the newcomer was clearly a thunder god or a similar heroic spirit. When thinking about thunder gods associated with bulls, the first one that comes to mind is the supreme god of Olympus. Of course, that god's rank far surpasses that of a heroic spirit, so it couldn't be him. However, even if this heroic spirit was only his vassal, they would still be an extremely formidable threat.

Both the Masters and Servants monitoring the battlefield quickly came to the same conclusion.

The Assassin and their Master, who had previously scouted the thicket and collected traces of Rider's battle with the unknown enemy, immediately recognized the newcomer's identity.

"...It's him."

With the help of his Servant's shared perception, the man wearing a dark robe and displaying a troubled expression, Kirei Kotomine, immediately contacted his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Teacher, it's Rider, the one who fought an unknown enemy in the thicket."

"Is that so? Even Rider has arrived."

In the dimly lit underground workshop, the elegantly dressed man furrowed his brows, his gaze becoming sombre.

Currently, the known Servants present are Saber, Lancer, Rider, Assassin, and... that troublesome Archer of his.

What will happen next...? Tokiomi sighed, knowing very well the nature of Archer, yet not feeling the slightest excitement despite the gathering of many heroic spirits.

If someone angers that king, though...

Thinking this, Tokiomi couldn't help but raise his hand.

Three blood-red Command Spells gleamed.

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"Put down your weapons, you are now before the King!"

The giant spoke slowly but with a voice that could rival the thunderclap when the war chariot first appeared in the sky. His eyes were sharp, and with just his imposing aura, he seemed to be enough to push back the sword and spear facing each other.

After suppressing the atmosphere between the two Servants, the chariot-driving Iskandar cleared his throat, as if to declare something significant.

"My name is 'King of Conquerors' Iskandar, summoned as Rider in this Holy Grail War!"

He said it out loud! He actually revealed his true name!

Everyone present was shocked. In the Holy Grail War, revealing one's true name was a critical mistake; no Servant would expose it voluntarily.

This was like Siegfried exposing his back or Achilles showing his heel—an absolutely fatal move!

And the most surprising of all was the young man sitting in the chariot.

"You!! What are you thinking, you idiot?!"

"The King of Conquerors should be grand and dignified like this."

A bright and cheerful voice came from afar, as the youth riding a flashy motorcycle entered the scene of this gathering of heroes, saving Waver from his imminent fate.

"Besides, Rider's Noble Phantasm is so obvious. Instead of being easily recognized, it's better to announce his arrival openly."

"Isn't this a form of provocation? He's probably saying, 'Even if I reveal my true name, you all can't do anything to me'…"

Irisviel smiled wryly.

Before anyone could fully react, the young man, Sakatsuki, removed his helmet, unabashedly revealing his face, and made eye contact with the gathered Servants.

"Master Sakatsuki, greetings to you all. Don't mind me, I'm just here to watch the show."

"Master?"

Lancer, gripping his dual spears, raised an eyebrow.

"Coming alone like this is rather dangerous, you know?"

"Don't underestimate him, Lancer."

Surprisingly, Saber interjected, warning her opponent.

"Oh?"

The chief knight of the Fianna Knights, Diarmuid, lifted his gaze, about to study the young man, but was interrupted by Rider's words.

The red-haired giant clapped his hands together, drawing everyone's attention, and then casually said.

"I know all of you are fighting for the Holy Grail, but before you clash, I have a question. Would you like to join my army and give the Holy Grail to me? If you do, I'll treat you as friends and we can share the joy of conquering the world together."

It was such an absurd proposal. Saber was left speechless, while Lancer didn't even know how to respond, frozen in place.

It was at that moment that they truly realized who stood before them—the legendary "King of Hearts."

King of Conquerors, Iskandar, one of the greatest heroic spirits in world history, had conquered more land than any other king except Genghis Khan. He had achieved his world-conquering ambitions with unparalleled speed, leaving behind a legacy that transcended time.

And now, this world-conquering king stopped his chariot, extending an olive branch to them.

Perhaps in his eyes, the Holy Grail War was just a small corner of the world that his iron hooves would crush, and he was willing to ignore the rules of the Grail War to invite the Servants to join him in his world conquest.

If a regular person had witnessed such a proposal, surely they would have been awed by Iskandar's grand vision. However, all the Servants present were warriors who had undergone blood and fire trials, their wills as firm as steel. This proposal was far too absurd. Saber was already beyond anger, and Lancer was equally bewildered.

King of Conquerors, Iskander was indeed a legendary figure, closer than anyone to achieving his dream of world conquest. But even his greatness couldn't justify such an outrageous offer. To show up loudly and announce his true name, without even fighting, and then demand others to submit—it was a move that completely disregarded the Holy Grail War's rules. It was hard to say whether it was a wise decision or a foolish one.

"I admire your boldness in revealing your name, but I'm afraid I cannot accept your offer."

Lancer shook his head with a bitter smile, though there was no trace of joy in his eyes. His gaze, as sharp as a blade, locked onto Iskandar's defiant stare, creating a palpable tension.

"I will only give the Holy Grail to the new ruler who swears an oath in this life, and that person is not you, Rider."

"Is this why you're interrupting my duel with Lancer?"

Saber added after Lancer. Unlike the handsome spearman, her face held no smile. To Saber, who was serious and dignified, Rider's proposal was utterly insulting.

"Your joke is far too much, Conqueror King. As a knight, such an affront is intolerable."

Seeing the hostile glares from Saber and Lancer, Rider seemed somewhat awkward, rubbing his knuckles against his temples. His actions, though comical, did nothing to diminish his commanding presence.

"...Could we negotiate the terms?"

"Enough!"

Saber and Lancer responded in unison. Saber added with clear irritation.

"No matter how great you are, I cannot join you, a conqueror, under any circumstances."

"Oh? So you're the King of Britain?"

Rider raised an exaggerated eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by Saber's statement.

"How surprising. I didn't expect the famous Knight King to be such a young lady."

"How about you taste my sword then, Conqueror King?"

As if a dragon had been provoked, Saber gripped her sword tightly, the fighting spirit emanating from her stronger than when she faced Lancer. Rider frowned deeply and sighed heavily.

"We're in a predicament. How regrettable…"

Not only Saber and Lancer but even the hidden onlookers couldn't help but sigh.

"Was the world almost conquered by such a fool?"

Kiritsugu Emiya muttered, unable to watch anymore, moving the sniper scope away from Iskandar and Waver.

Meanwhile, another Master finally snapped out of their daze after seeing their Servant's antics.

"Rider!"

Under the hostile gazes of the two Servants, Waver's voice turned panicked as he scolded Rider.

"Look at what you've done now. All this talk about conquering, and now everyone's out to get you... Did you really think you could recruit Saber and Lancer?"

The giant Servant laughed loudly, completely unconcerned about his Master's scolding, as he scratched his temple.

"Well, isn't there a saying, 'You must always be brave enough to try'?"

"Because you're so brave, you revealed your true name?!"

A furious Weber hit Raver with both his small fists, clearly frustrated by the ridiculous situation. Irisveil felt an indescribable sense of embarrassment, and as for Sakatsuki...

Well, he was recording the entire scene, subtly chuckling to himself.

This bizarre moment was abruptly interrupted when a voice filled with deep, hateful resentment froze the air.

"So, it's you..."

The voice, as if from the depths of hell, cut through the tension.

"I was wondering what kind of courage you had to steal my holy relic... I didn't expect you to have the audacity to join the Holy Grail War, Waver Velvet."

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