My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

"We lost to these...people?" Koles looked helpless. Even if he knew he was not capable enough, this was still too humiliating.

Even with his good temper, he almost called these people "kids."

Gathered with Corres were the remaining Masters of the Yggdrasilia family. Makoto Aoki and the others did not make things difficult for them, but simply prevented them from leaving the castle. They had not expected them to come after all, as it was not a pleasant thing for the losers to attend the victors' celebration.

Finally, several Masters from Yggdrasilia came on their own initiative, wanting to see what kind of magician had defeated them.

result……

"Not even a magician!"

Koles was devastated.

"Alright, Corles, that's incredibly rude!"

Fiore, in her wheelchair, stopped Corles's actions.

"In any case, we failed. It's already a mercy from the other side that we were spared."

If it were the red team, they might not be so easy to talk to.

Although Fiore was also surprised that the group of people who had so easily defeated their Black team were actually just a group of ordinary people.

If they had discovered it earlier, perhaps... no, precisely because they knew their weakness, they were extremely cautious and never exposed themselves to them.

Moreover, the opposing team also has magicians.

"I never expected that you, Lion Lord, would actually side with a third party." Fiore's eyes were unusually complicated; she felt a little sorry for the red team.

Who would have guessed that such a traitor existed?!

However, this is not meant to condemn Lion's Robbery, because magicians are a bunch of shameless guys, so it's not surprising that they do anything.

"Because I was defeated too," Shishikatsu Kairi said without hesitation. "If you don't want to die, the only option is to join them."

Fiore chuckled, not really believing Lion's words.

“Indeed, it’s understandable to want to survive.” But Fiore strongly agreed with this behavior.

Shiki-kai looked at Fiore with a strange expression; this way of thinking was certainly not that of a magician.

"Heh." Fiore just smiled faintly. No one knew her determination. If nothing unexpected happened, she probably wouldn't become a magician.

"Damn it—" Gold was greatly shocked and his face was full of indignation. He turned his grief and anger into his appetite and was devouring the food at an extraordinary speed.

As for Roger, he hadn't yet recovered from the despair of being sacrificed by his teacher, and had retreated to a corner to isolate himself.

"Hahahahaha!!"

At this moment, Oda Nobunaga's deep-rooted performative tendencies kicked in again. He shamelessly became the focus of everyone's attention, feeling no shame at all, but rather self-satisfied.

"You're captivated by me, aren't you! Let's party until dawn!"

"Come on!" Oda Nobunaga placed two sake barrels in front of him with ill intent. "Who dares to fight me!"

"There's a saying that a person's capacity for drinking is equal to their magnanimity! Those of you who consider yourselves heroes, don't back down!"

Oda Nobunaga smiled wildly, his blood-red eyes seemingly glowing.

Taiko no Mochi ignored Oda Nobunaga's blatant provocation, Arthur smiled faintly, Astolfo was completely oblivious to what was happening, Sakata Kintoki was still being entangled with Shinomiya Kaguya, and Scáthach and Siegfried were chatting idly...

"Hmph, boring."

Gilgamesh didn't even bother to droop his eyelids.

"How can a king not share joy and happiness with the common people? What kind of behavior is that?"

"Oh, are you scared?" Oda Nobunaga crossed his arms, his posture as arrogant as Gilgamesh's.

"Heh, I won't fall for such a simple provocation, but..."

The crimson snake eyes narrowed slightly: "Daring to offend the king's majesty, one must naturally be punished!"

"Watch closely, witness the majesty of the one and only king of heaven and earth!"

So the two began drinking one cup after another.

"Go for it, Saburo-sama!" Nakano Miku cheered for his Lord Nobunaga.

"Go for it, Gilgamesh!" This was Aoki Makoto, who couldn't resist the urge to stir things up and decided to take charge once again.

Oda Nobunaga and Gilgamesh are becoming increasingly fierce rivals.

But can Servants really get drunk?

The only unlucky thing is that the wine cellars of Yggdomirenia are suffering!

"Siegfried, the knight who traversed the Netherlands and the hero who slayed the dragon." Scáthach had just finished a thrilling battle, and even though her spirit origin was partially damaged, her personality remained unchanged. She was now enthusiastically challenging Siegfried to a duel.

"Great warrior, I hope to fight you again next time."

Siegfried looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I'm just a man who keeps failing."

"You'll probably be disappointed."

Siegfried never realized how strong he was.

Scáthach paused for a moment. Did she feel like she had chosen the wrong person? Someone like Achilles, a fellow battle maniac, was more to her liking.

“Don’t underestimate yourself,” Scáthach couldn’t help but say. “Your battle with Red Lancer is enough to prove yourself.” Their martial arts, both at the level of the gods, were already enough to fight Scáthach.

"I'm sorry, I didn't win."

Siegfried completely killed the conversation.

In a place unseen by others, a figure resembling a dark grim reaper seemed to flash by.

In this small banquet, laughter and joy filled the air, and the distance between Master and Servant was quite blurred, as they interacted like friends, family, or even lovers.

“We didn’t lose unjustly, Corles.” Fiore watched all this quietly, a slight smile unconsciously playing on her lips.

Actually, she had a good relationship with Archer, but it wasn't as natural as with Makoto Aoki and the others.

"The trust between them, and the trust between them and their followers, is something we cannot compare to."

The Yggdmillennia family may be called one family, but in reality, each member harbors their own ulterior motives. It's no wonder they can't win against such an opponent.

“Yes.” Koles thought of Berserker, the servant in the wedding dress, and the little flower that she handed him.

What is she really thinking?

He never found out until the very end.

At the same time, the androids were also caught in a strange panic. After learning that they would not be used as cannon fodder, but would instead be kept alive by all means, they felt lost.

But survival is a biological instinct.

"Can we really survive?"

Someone asked the android incredulously.

The homunculus named Duer thought of the homunculus who had been given a name and became the Master's younger brother, and her expression showed a moment of emotion.

"maybe."

"At least, it won't be worse than before."