Iskandar was full of praise. He didn't show any sign of the decline he had just lost in the competition. Instead, he became more and more energetic. It was always exciting to play against the idol he admired, no matter he won or lost.
"Hmm, it's really scary."
Weber on the side also echoed, looking frightened. Although he knew that Achilles's weakness was his heels, there was no way to catch up with his speed. Even Iskandar's Noble Phantasm was of no help.
.
Recalling the momentum of the servant driving a chariot to attack the [King's Army] head-on, even the army of heroic spirits who followed the Conqueror King on the battlefield could not stop his chariot. If it were not for the fact that this battle was just a competition, I am afraid that the current
Waver has lost his qualifications as a Master and has withdrawn from the Holy Grail War.
"What's wrong, kid? You look listless. Is it because we were defeated by Achilles just now?"
Iskandar turned his head, looked at the dejected Weber, and gently patted Weber's back with his heavy palm.
"Failure is normal. Even the best generals dare not say that they will always win."
"No……"
Weber shook his head and looked at the logic at his feet.
"I just feel that I am holding you back. If it were a magician as good as Mr. Kenneth, you probably wouldn't lose to Achilles."
Iskandar's Noble Phantasm is very good, Weber knows it well, second only to the inherent barrier of magic, the army of heroic spirits with high morale, and the majesty of the emperor standing proudly in front of the formation.
Among those heroic warriors, there are many heroic spirits that are more powerful than Iskandar himself. In addition, the chariot dedicated to Zeus, such a powerful treasure, will never be defeated under normal circumstances.
Perhaps, it was because of his own reasons that Iskandar was defeated by Achilles.
If you were a qualified magician...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms. If he pressed harder, he would almost bleed.
………
Waver will never forget his original intention of participating in the Holy Grail War. It was in response to the noble magicians who despised him that he devoted everything he had to coming to Fuyuki City to participate in the Holy Grail War.
I hope I can defeat Teacher Kenneth, I hope I can achieve the title, I hope I can become the world’s number one magician, I hope I can become the most dazzling one.
At the beginning of the Holy Grail War, he was indeed proud of summoning a powerful servant, even though this servant who called himself Conqueror King Iskandar liked to ignore his orders and act on his own initiative.
He had also imagined that he could easily win the Holy Grail War by relying on such a powerful servant, but a series of recent events forced him to reflect on himself.
Even if Iskandar really won the Holy Grail War, did he make any contribution? He just simply stole other people's things, and with slightly better luck, no one would agree with this.
Own.
Now that Iskandar is almost defeated, what can he do?
He is obviously so incompetent, but he is so arrogant, like a light balloon, thinking that everyone is targeting him, everyone looks down on him, and he also looks down on everyone.
But those who laughed at him would definitely do better than him if they were in his position. At least they would be able to provide the support that the Master should have, but he could only hide behind Iskandar and huddle up.
, can’t even provide decent support.
Being in the company of such a powerful servant, Weber felt his own insignificance and incompetence, which made him even more ashamed than the humiliation he suffered in the Clock Tower.
………
………
The two people walked silently on the street. The sun had already set, and darkness flooded the entire city like a tide. The neon lights on both sides of the street lit up, lighting up the city and dispersing the night.
"You must be dissatisfied too, Rider. After all, an incompetent magician like me has become your master."
Weber whispered, his small voice being swallowed up by the noise around him. The great sadness filled his heart, making it difficult for him to even take steps and walk, such a simple action.
"What are you going to say, kid?"
"You must be dissatisfied with a weak Master like me. Isn't your goal the Holy Grail? How could a weak Master like me win? If I had known this, I might as well have summoned a servant of the Assassin class.
…”
A warm palm fell on Weber's head, interrupting his excited words. Weber stopped, clenched his fists tightly, and his body was trembling slightly. He raised his head and looked up at Iskandar, almost
There was great sadness in his expression that he was about to cry.
"Boy, don't say these words again. I have never thought that you are an unqualified Master."
Iskandar also stopped, looked directly into Weber's eyes, and smiled.
"Don't you want to get the Holy Grail?"
Weber subconsciously avoided Iskandar's gaze.
"The Holy Grail is just a means. To truly realize my lofty ambitions, I still have to rely on myself. Have you secretly read my biography these days?"
"Um……"
Weber reluctantly snorted. He thought he had done enough concealment, but he didn't expect that he couldn't hide it from Iskandar in the end.
"But it is clear that there is no endless sea, nor is there the end of the world."
"Yes, when I was summoned to the present world, I learned the truth and was depressed for a while."
Iskandar looked at the world map on his chest and said with emotion.
"But this does not hinder my conquest. The world is here, at our feet. So what if such a vast world has no end? I will never stop my steps, stop my conquests, and pursue that
The glory beyond.”
"Boy, the reason you doubt yourself now is because you haven't found a battlefield that suits you yet. You may be confused now, but as long as you fight, a life full of glory and dreams will eventually come to you."
"But I am just an unqualified magician. My talent is very poor. I have no qualifications to practice magic at all..."
Weber's body was shaking even more violently, and there was a cry in his voice. He had always believed that he was a genius and had been deceiving himself like this.
No one recognizes himself, and he does not need the recognition of others. Genius is always aloof and not understood by others.
But when can a person grow? It should start from accepting his own mediocrity and imperfection.