Where's the promised harem of Heroic Spirits? Why is it all just me?

On the beach of Fuyuki City, a beautiful woman in a suit watched the young woman walk back from the shallows.

They had just arrived in Fuyuki in the afternoon, and just now, the aloof Knight King had made up his mind to protect this pure lady.

The sun has set, and the distant sea is dyed with dazzling golden light, and the rippling waves move with the wind.

Altria's expression suddenly froze as she sensed a strong surge of magical power coming from afar.

In the real world, mystery should remain low-key, but this aura reveals its existence like a candlelight at night.

It was obviously a provocation. Before it even got dark, he couldn't wait to declare war on other heroes.

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PS: As of the end of this chapter (1:48 am on June 2), I owe a total of 39 chapters.

In the future, I will probably add one or two more updates per day to make up for it.

I have a terrible migraine today, so I'll update three chapters first.

92. Why is it you?

As a coastal city, Fuyuki City naturally has many merchant ships unloading goods here, especially at the port, where there are several containers displayed.

Artoria brought Irisviel to this port. She could feel that the person who declared war on all servants was here.

"Saber..." Irisviel clasped her hands to her chest, looking quite uneasy, "The atmosphere here isn't right."

"The one emitting the magical fluctuations is extending an invitation to all Servants. This place is naturally their home turf," Artoria said. "But this is not a problem. I've been through countless battles, and no matter what kind of enemy I face, I won't waver."

“…Yeah.” Irisviel smiled trustingly.

Artoria responded with a reassuring smile, then she raised her hand, a strong wind rose around her, and armor was put on her body.

Since we have entered the other party's territory, we must naturally be prepared.

Holding the sword hidden by the Wind King's barrier, Artoria walked towards the depths of the dock step by step like an athlete holding a baseball bat.

The containers looked like residential buildings used in street battles in ancient wars, and Artoria adapted to them quickly.

Joining the Holy Grail War is her last hope for a tragic end.

The responsibility of a king weighs on her shoulders, the oath of a knight wraps her soul, and she is willing to pay any price for her oath. Therefore, no matter who she meets next, no matter how shocking a hero in human history he is, she will not back down.

She is... the Knight King.

"—!"

Altria finally reached her destination, but when she looked at the figure in front of her, she still held her breath, and an expression of disbelief and shock appeared on her usually calm face.

The knight in full armor turned around. He had seen this figure many times before, but it shouldn't be here.

"Arthur..." A hoarse voice came from under the armor, the voice distorted by the cursed helmet.

Altria's eyes trembled under her golden hair. The scene was almost identical to the one in front of Sunset Hill.

"Have you brought your gun?" the knight asked, as if jokingly.

Altria tried hard to suppress the change in her expression. She maintained the composure of a king. Fortunately, the Wind King's barrier concealed her weapon, so no one could see her trembling. "You chased me here, Sir Mordred."

"That attitude again. Do you really dislike me, your son?" There was obvious disappointment in Mordred's voice.

"..." Artoria's heart trembled. She didn't know how to face this illegitimate child, but as a king, she shouldn't be weak at this moment.

Based on the current situation, she chose the communication method she was best at, defining the other party as an enemy: "If you want the Holy Grail, you'd better give up."

Unexpectedly, these words were like a flame, igniting Mordred's anger.

"It's like this again, asking me to give up? You still look down on me as always!" Mordred shouted, she drew her heavy sword and rushed towards Artoria without hesitation.

Artoria quickly raised her sword to block the attack.

Her feet paused, as if sinking into the ground.

Although his heart was already turbulent, his tone remained indifferent: "You have become weaker."

"Ah!!!" Mordred roared as if to vent her anger. She held the sword and slashed at Artoria again and again.

Artoria tried her best to defend herself, the sound of metal clashing was endless, and the exploding Wind King's barrier rolled around, raising sand and stones all over the ground.

What a mythical battle! The speed and strength of the two men almost reached the limit visible to the naked eye, especially Mordred's attack, which seemed to be risking his life.

With every blow, Mordred roared, as if he had lost the ability to speak and was only concerned with venting his anger.

On a crane in the distance, Emiya Kiritsugu was observing the battlefield through a telescope, his brows slightly frowned.

"Is that a berserker?"

"No, it should be Saber, maybe the Saber on the opposite side." The voice of his partner Hisau Maiya came from the communication.

"He seems to know King Arthur." Emiya Kiritsugu said.

"..."

“Maiya?”

"Sorry, I think I saw an assassin."

Hearing this, Emiya Kiritsugu raised the telescope and looked in the direction Maiya indicated.

On a container, a black heroic spirit wearing a cloak was lying on it, observing the situation on the battlefield.

"when!"

There was a sound of metal collision. After Artoria blocked Mordred's sword, she kicked out, causing Mordred to slide backwards.

Mordred held the heavy sword in his hand, breathing heavily, as if the outburst just now had almost exhausted all his strength.

It should be about the same...

Bree felt relieved when he saw that the role-playing degree on the system panel had finally reached 40%.

Artoria didn't seem to notice anything wrong with Mordred in front of her. She held her sword high, waiting for the next round of crazy attack.

Mordred took a deep breath, raised her sword, and rushed towards Altria.

However, before he could reach her, Mordred suddenly stopped.

She gritted her teeth, her face twisted as she yelled, "Why?! Let me kill her, Master!"

She shouted like this, but received no response from anyone. Golden particles lit up on Mordred's body, causing her to shatter like fragile glass.

Altria watched Mordred gradually disappear in front of her with a cold face. At the last moment, Mordred did not forget to swing his sword, which brushed across Altria's nose.

"Wait for me!"

With this unwilling cry like that of a vengeful spirit, Mordred turned into a spirit in front of Altria and floated into the air.

Was she summoned back by her Master using a Command Spell?

Altria finally put down her weapon and took a deep breath as if she had failed. Fortunately, her back was facing Irisviel, so she didn't see her loss of composure.

"Da da da……"

However, just as she breathed a sigh of relief, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Artoria looked up and saw a strong figure walking out from between the containers.

"It was a truly heartbreaking battle between father and son."

The black knight walked out from the shadows, holding a gun in each hand, and there seemed to be a magic on his handsome face.

His distinctive weapon proves his class: the Lancer among the top three riders.

"Is this a round-robin battle?" Artoria immediately raised her sword and glared at Lancer's face.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I did hear your conversation," Lancer said. "I think it's best for you to resolve this conflict between father and son yourselves."

93. Oda Nobunaga

Although he had guessed Saber's identity, Diarmuid, as a Lancer, did not say it directly here.

For the Servants participating in the Holy Grail War, revealing their true names means potentially exposing their weaknesses. If it were an ordinary battle, they would have already opened the box to the opponent.

Diarmuid stood up straight holding two guns. He needed to know one question more than his real name.

"May I ask which side you are on?"

"You speak first." said Altria, she seemed to have recovered from the battle just now.

"I……"

"Put down your weapons!"

A thunderous voice sounded, causing the two to pause.

A carriage, pulled by a thundering ox, descended from the sky, and a red-haired strong man descended from the sky with a thin boy.

"That is……"

"Is this a rider?!"

Iskandar pulled up between them, opened his arms, and raised his noble head. "I am Iskandar, the Conqueror King. Heroes recognized by human history, show your prowess! This is before the King."

"Don't announce your identity right away!!" Weber shouted in horror.

"It's okay, don't we still have teammates?"

"It's not that simple!"

The rider who suddenly broke into the battlefield disrupted the rhythm of the two and also choked their originally tense atmosphere.

This is not over yet. The golden light gathered like starlight, and a noble figure stood on the street lamp.

"Where did this red-haired barbarian come from? How dare he call himself a king?" Gilgamesh raised his handsome face and looked down on these people with pride.

Four heroes appeared at the scene at the same time, and for a moment, almost no one dared to move.

This was foreseeable. After all, from the very beginning, Mordred issued a challenge to the entire map, but only Artoria arrived first.

Diarmuid looked around and suddenly said, "We've already met the two Sabers and have some impression of the two Archers. Since so many Heroic Spirits are gathered here, why don't you all tell me which team you're from?"

"Why is it so troublesome?" Iskandar said impatiently. "The teams that receive points from the Holy Grail are meaningless. How about joining my army together? I won't treat you differently just because of your color."

"..." Diarmuid was stunned. This was not the right thing to say during the Holy Grail War, but out of courtesy, he still shook his head, "I already have a lord I'm willing to serve."

"That's a shame." The King of Conquerors looked at Artoria and said, "What about you?"

"I am also a king." Artoria also refused very seriously.

"You?" Iskandar looked back and forth between Artoria and Gilgamesh. "Since you are all kings, why don't you tell me your real names here?"

"You are an ignorant villain and have no right to know my real name." Gilgamesh refused bluntly.

"If you were a teammate, I would of course tell you my name." Artoria said. After having just experienced the battle with Mordred, Artoria suspected that all the people who were peeking knew her identity.

The four of them did not fight again. When the number of people participating in the battle reached two or more, they did not dare to fight each other easily because they did not know who was their teammate.

The worse situation is that you are the only one on the side and the rest are enemies.

What might be worse is that all the teammates here are just fighting among themselves.

However, the identity of one person can be confirmed.

Several people looked at Gilgamesh on the streetlight at the same time.

The black Archer had appeared before. He was the Heroic Spirit who had fought before the Holy Grail War began. In other words, the one who appeared here now should be the red Archer.

In the container room, Bree, who was wearing a yellow raincoat and had been secretly monitoring the situation, poked his head out.

Lancelot has not come yet.

According to the original work, during the first battle, because Gilgamesh appeared, Kariya sent Lancelot to raid the battlefield out of hatred for Tokiomi.

However, after Changjiang entered the scene, he became more obsessed with Daimao. It was Gilgamesh who took the initiative to attack Changjiang, which diverted the hatred.

Originally, Bree was planning to have Mordred and the Yangtze River cooperate to put pressure on King Arthur... or they could cooperate to put pressure on Mordred, or even a three-way melee, which would not be a loss for Bree's role-playing ability.

However, until now, Lancelot has not appeared, as if this character did not exist in the Fourth World War.

Did something happen to Kariya? Or has the Berserker Master really been replaced?