"Caster, I didn't expect that we had the same idea!"
The white-haired young man glanced at him slowly, then continued to stare at the red wine in the gold cup, as if thinking about something.
"...If I want to do it, I will do it. Only the king can decide whether to restrain or let loose."
"That's right."
Gilgamesh spoke up and agreed with charity.
"I would like to praise you as a miscellaneous cultivator. Even if the king has restrictions, he still abides by the law-"
He paused, raised his head and carefully appreciated Saber's expression:
"--The laws I promulgate as king."
…
"……tyrant."
Saber muttered a word.
Everything she insisted on seemed to be denied.
She wanted to save her destroyed country, Britain, she wanted to save her subjects, and her desire to win the Holy Grail turned out to be just a "little girl's fantasy" in their mouths.
(Gilgamesh/King:???We didn’t say anything?)
Could it be that the noble character she followed was no match for the willfulness of the tyrant!
"Caster," she heard her disappointed voice, "Are you also a tyrant?"
Kiritsugu had already told her that Caster's true identity was the eternal emperor of the Eastern Empire, and he was also a tyrant who was recognized as a tyrant who severely criticized the law and fought cruelly.
"I thought that in the short period of time we were in contact, the peace and kindness you expressed came from the heart."
"Don't get confused, saber."
Gilgamesh wore a smile that made her uncomfortable, and licked her face with his eyes like a poisonous snake spitting a message:
"The nature of this guy is the same as me and opposite to you——"
"Indulgence is due to thinking, and strictness is also due to thinking. The so-called peace you feel is just the king's coincidental thoughts."
He sneered.
"What kind of saint are you thinking of?"
"..."
Saber felt that she couldn't listen to Archer anymore. If she continued to listen, she would be tempted to draw her sword.
She looked at Caster who had no intention to refute:
"...Do you think so, caster?"
…
The white-haired young man had no consciousness of being the center of attention. He still stared at the wine glass in his hand, seemingly not listening to anything.
When Saber almost thought he didn't want to answer, he finally made a move.
"...Why not?"
The light peeked out from behind him, bringing dazzling light like daylight in the dark night. The lines were as clear as marble carvings. The golden eyes that reflected the light gave people an aggressive and cold feeling.
Caster's tone was like teasing a concubine:
"I will use my broad mind to tolerate the disrespect of beauties——"
…
We can no longer communicate.
Saber's face was expressionless.
One or two of them came to tease her. Why, as a king, have you never seen a woman?
She really made a mistake!
Saber suddenly remembered what Tristan Qing said at an inappropriate time:
——Wang doesn’t understand people’s hearts.
She sighed in her heart.
Indeed, she didn't understand, otherwise she wouldn't have regarded this disciple as a wise and noble monarch!
(Sad Stan: That’s not what I meant!!!)
…………
"--"
Saber suddenly noticed something.
The atmosphere around Archer and Rider also changed. Even the lazy Caster stopped enjoying the wine glass, straightened his back and looked to the other side.
…
Behind the rider's master, Weber, a dark figure appeared at some point and quietly joined the king's banquet.
The assassin raised his scimitar towards Weber, who suddenly turned around. The surface of the blade, as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflected the young master's frightened face.
The next moment, the golden lines shined brightly and quickly connected into a ring on the ground.
The assassin decisively gave up the harvesting action, retreated neatly, and jumped out of the golden sword array.
…
The white-haired young man sat up straight and looked indifferently at the assassins who appeared one after another.
Countless dark figures surrounded this small courtyard, seeming to be forcibly attacking.
"Oh."
Caster sneered.
"How about dying to apologize for disturbing my mood?"
――――
Gilgamesh's wine is really strong.
I was in a daze and didn't know what was said. Just when I thought I might just stay confused like this, a hint of coolness cooled down my rusty and dull brain.
This kind of coolness, to use a fancy word to describe it, is called murderous aura.
I struggled to regain some consciousness from the high concentration of alcohol.
…
These dark guys...why do they look so familiar?
I fell into deep thought.
My last hero form was Gongsun Li. Why can't Gongsun Li be used anymore?
Because he was killed by Gilgamesh.
Why was Gongsun Li, who was so slippery, killed?
…
Black air rose behind me, and I stood up with a sullen face.
…
――It was this guy who controlled me!
…
"...It's assassin."
Weber trembled and hid behind his servant.
"Assassin?"
The tone of the white-haired young man was a little subtle.
"...the assassin who laid siege openly?"
…
I floated up again, and just to be on the safe side I put a bastard shell on myself.
Then he glanced around at the assassins who were obviously not here to chat.
I suddenly had some doubts.
An assassin is an assassin, right?
If the Assassin doesn't assassinate secretly, why would he still want to attack the Tank and the Mage head-on?
I was silent for a moment.
After all, I am also an experienced player. It is common sense for the assassin to avoid the mage's AOE clearing skills and then go around the back row to cut the crispy skin, right?
After all, no assassin can match the skills of a mage.
Let’s not talk about assassins, even tanks can’t stand it! Even Cheng Yaojin, who is recognized as a troublemaker in team battles, doesn’t dare to stay in the mage’s AOE range. What should I do if I take him away with a set that damages and explodes?
What's more, there is a tank of Kai's father's level here. Is it a good intention to kill someone when the enemy comes over to attack it?
I tilted my head in confusion.
"It's... unexpectedly interesting."
――――
Iskandar sighed.
"Originally, those who are supposed to come are guests, and I will invite them no matter who they are, but -"
The turbulent airflow suddenly erupted, and two strands of my long hair whipped into my face.
I:"……"
You can't save some face for me...
I pretended nothing was wrong and pulled my hair down, and then the next second it blurred all over my face.
"..."
This is the bad thing about long hair.
The literary and artistic scene you think of with long hair fluttering and fragrance spreading in the wind is all fantasy.
The real long hair in the wind actually only has two words.
Silly face!
It's the kind that really blurs your face to the point where you can't see anything clearly.
…
"You attacked my Master and annoyed the guests at the banquet. This is your choice!"
A thick scarlet cloak was wrapped around Iskandar's shoulders.