Caesar, Alexander, and Napoleon, these three famous strategists in history, sat at the same table, and Joan of Arc gave up the idea of persuading them to leave.
She is just an ordinary village girl. When it comes to marching, fighting, and speaking eloquently, she can't compare to these three. She feels that if she goes to talk to her, she will definitely be led away by the three of them, so Joan of Arc simply doesn't go and talks to herself.
The half-like, half-unlike sculpture of an angel prays.
On this side, the three strategists have already started chatting.
"If we can bring together people from different eras, different personalities, and different identities, this Holy Grail War will not be useless!"
Alexander laughed, showing a bright smile that seemed to have no palace.
Generally speaking, everyone thinks that a strategist should be thoughtful or resourceful, or at least be very clever in his actions.
Alexander's impression is more frank and open-minded.
He is not the type to rely on talent or articulation of stakes to convince others.
As a leader, he is a leader on another level.
He can be honest with you, and he will show his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in front of ordinary people without any concealment.
In fact, according to Alexander's own description, his expedition had only one purpose: to see the legendary sea at the end of the world [Oceanos].
What an unrealistic and meaningless dream this is?
Not to conquer land, not to gain wealth, not to show off your greatness.
Alexander's vast empire was actually created because he wanted to see the end of the world.
There is no doubt that he is a tyrant.
What is even more unbelievable is that there are as many idiot soldiers as there are who are willing to go to the unknown end of the world for this tyrant.
He defeated the enemies along the way, without any hesitation, and continued towards the ocean in his dream.
He is such a simple and innocent person, that's why he is so infectious.
It was the same now, this heartless smile made Caesar startled, and the standard smile on his face softened, becoming a little helpless and bitter.
"Oh my, you are indeed the king of conquerors. I still need to learn a lot from you in terms of conquering people's hearts."
"Huh? Well, let's forget about that for now. Let's talk about it! The wish for the Holy Grail."
Alexander chuckled and raised the topic. Napoleon nodded and said with the same smile: "I'm also very curious. What thoughts do you have about the Holy Grail?"
"I always feel like I did something similar when I was growing up. The Three Kings Talk."
When Alexander said that, Caesar smiled bitterly and said: "Oh my, I am not an emperor or a king. Well, although I am a dictator and consul, I am actually no different from an emperor."
"Don't say that. To paraphrase Nero, aren't you the emperor of illusion! Pfft..."
"Hey, Bhuwana Bajun, you are obviously laughing at me, right? Oops."
Caesar sighed.
His wish for the Holy Grail? His wish for the universal wishing machine?
Ah, actually there is. There really is one.
So far, he has two people he feels sorry for.
One is a woman.
One is a boy.
If possible, he hopes to compensate these two.
"Well, if I must say it, I want to see the [Roman-Egyptian Empire] in all its glory."
Caesar half-prevaricated, his thick skin completely covering up his shyness, hiding his true meaning in meaningless heroism.
"Oh, it feels like a consul!"
"What about you two?"
Napoleon and Alexander looked at each other, with sly smiles on their faces.
"I want to use the power of the Holy Grail to grow thirty centimeters taller!"
The two said in unison.
"……ah?"
A question mark suddenly appeared on Caesar's face. He couldn't understand what joke these two people were talking about.
"puff……"
While praying seriously, Joan couldn't help but listen to the conversation between the three of them uncontrollably, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Who could have thought of that?
Two young kings actually want to use the power of the Holy Grail to grow taller?! Hahaha?!
Napoleon can be forgiven. After all, Napoleon in history has always been made a fuss about because of his height. But Alexander? He knew it best. The adult Alexander was a heroic giant known as [Iskandar].
Han, that is a brave and strong man who can compete with Darius, how could it be possible...
Somehow, this statement suddenly came to his mind.
Very...warm.
Very missed.
That familiar feeling, as if you were joking with an old friend.
"Oh my, my, it seems that if we sit together, we will definitely not be able to talk to each other."
Caesar sighed with emotion. Alexander thought he was implying that he was not telling the truth or something, so he quickly explained: "No, no, I must explain. For me now, it doesn't matter whether this is the Holy Grail or not. Of course, it is [
For me now."
He emphasized this point particularly.
Napoleon chuckled and explained: "For me, as the emperor of the First French Empire, I have to conquer everything I want. This is the so-called emperor's style. Only height can really help me.
, after all, even if I answer the call as an adult, I can't compare to the conquering king over there."
Both of them are now in the posture of teenagers, and their characters also show more of the playful feeling of teenagers.
"Oh, I was just joking. Don't take it seriously. I feel honored to be sitting with you all. Especially Alexander here. He is such a cute kid."
"Cute? Ah, that's right. I'm just cute."
Alexander admitted it without any hesitation.
No matter where he is, there are records saying that he is a handsome man. In fact, even the spirit base that responded to the summons has the unique skill of [Beautiful Boy].
"That's what surprised me..."
Caesar gave another wry smile, this time it was really hard to describe what kind of expression he had.
"Surprised? Ah, I see, you are a fan of me as an adult, right? There's nothing you can do about this kind of thing, people always have to grow up. Well, I might as well let the master give it a try when the time comes, and try to summon the adult me
Bar!"
"Let me ask you, what would you do if you met your adult self?"
Caesar asked curiously.
"Of course I have to compete with him and let him realize how powerful he is as a young man! Racing! Swimming! Javelin throwing! Riding! Haha, if you can meet such a powerful [opponent], of course you have to conquer him.
!”
He said something very characteristic of himself.
Caesar smiled slightly and thought to himself: It seems that whether he is a boy or an adult, he is the heroic emperor that he longs for in his heart.
He never thought that one day he would meet his idol, the conquering king who preceded him so long.
If Chaldea is synonymous with miracles...
Will she...and him...will meet in Chaldea one day?