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

"Holy Grail War... I still have some things I haven't figured out, and I can't just leave like this." Kotomine Kirei stared straight at Euryale, his empty eyes making people's scalps tingle.

"The Holy Grail War will be over soon," Euryale spoiled.

There is no point in dragging it out any longer. The war will be completely over by tomorrow at the latest.

"Please..." Kotomine Kirei lowered his head to Yurielle, "I can give you everything I have."

Kotomine Kirei's appearance is completely different from that of the tax evader in the original work, making people wonder what he has been through.

"...As the ruler, the purpose of my existence is to ensure the balance of the Holy Grail War," Euryale said. "Are you asking me to open a backdoor for you?"

"As a member of the Holy Church, I can work with you to maintain the balance of the Holy Grail War." Kotomine Kirei said.

This guy is so weird, what does he want?

The stereotypes from her previous life made Yurielle unconvinced of what this guy said. She could only look at the back of Kotomine Kirei's hand: "As long as you gain the Holy Grail's approval and regain the Command Seals, you will naturally be able to become a Master again."

"Command Seal...?" Kotomine Kirei's first reaction was to think of his father.

Kotomine Rizheng has so many Command Seals in his hands, even if he only gets one, he will become the Master, right?

Seeing Kirei lost in thought, Yurielle wasn't interested in watching him anymore and walked away slowly.

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Artoria followed Mordred into the Ryuudo Temple which was engulfed in flames.

Compared with the previous times, Mordred did not rush up to fight without saying a word this time, but led the way like an ordinary soldier.

The fire seemed to have intelligence and took the initiative to make way for Artoria and the others, leaving a smooth path leading to another yard.

"Sir Mordred, what exactly are you going to do?" Seeing that Mordred was about to take her in, Artoria stopped and asked seriously.

"You'll find out once you get inside." Mordred stopped in front of the courtyard wall. "When your talks break down, remember to smash the wine glasses."

"..." Artoria frowned and looked at Mordred for a moment, then said nothing more. Instead, she walked forward with her head held high.

Perhaps she felt challenged by Mordred's words, so she walked into the courtyard openly.

In the yard, a huge fire surrounded the open space in the center like the fence of a ring, and four people sat together in different postures.

Hearing the sound of iron boots stepping on the carbonized floor, the King of Conquerors turned his head and saw Altria's confused expression.

"Oh! The Knight King is here too!" Iskandar raised his wine glass. The glass looked golden and shining, which matched the golden aura beside it. It seemed that it was provided by him.

"It seems that no one will come again." Oda Nobunaga counted the number of people present.

The strangely harmonious atmosphere in the chaos made Artoria a little confused about the situation, but seeing that Iskandar was inviting her with the courtesy of a king, she simply walked over.

But before that, there is a very important question that needs an answer: "Black Archer, where did you take my Master?"

"You're asking the wrong person. I'm all about fighting." Oda Nobunaga picked up the golden wine jug and poured himself a glass. "Do you want one? This jug seems to have no bottom."

"Drinking here?" Altria was surprised, but she didn't hesitate to sit down next to Oda Nobunaga. "I only care about Irisviel..."

"She's still alive. Or rather, she can only survive in our hands," Oda Nobunaga said. "You can only watch her die."

"...Are the kidnappers still trying to turn the tables?"

"Hahahaha, don't be so aggressive, you two." The King of Conquerors laughed and tried to smooth things over. "This is a peaceful meeting. We can discuss anything."

"What do you want to discuss?" Artoria glanced at the King of Conquerors.

"Of course, it's to see who is more worthy of the Holy Grail."

130. Talking while standing is easier

"What a boring topic." Gilgamesh said, as if he could no longer bear it. "I own all the treasures in the world. This time I came out to recover one of them that was accidentally lost."

As he spoke, he looked up into the distance and said, "However, this time, I will give this treasure to one person."

"Tōsaka Tokiomi? It seems he must be a good guy, to have your approval." The King of Conquerors said in surprise.

"...Are you looking down on me?" Gilgamesh's tone suddenly became serious.

"...?" Iskandar was baffled as he watched Gilgamesh begin to breathe again. "The ancients' way of thinking is truly difficult to fathom."

It seems that he has roughly guessed Jin Shanshan's identity.

Oda Nobunaga drank in silence.

It seemed like she had really entered the Three Kings Society, but to be honest, she didn't really want to discuss the pros and cons of being a king with this group of people.

Regardless of whether a few people from different national conditions, political systems, and eras can come up with anything useful when discussing politics together, as for Bree himself, he had never really been a king and had never even had a related dream.

Oda Nobunaga's role has exceeded fifteen, and he should be able to dream about her deeds when he goes to bed tonight, but it will obviously be tomorrow. Moreover, even if he dreams about them, it does not mean that Bree is really them.

Therefore, in this meeting, Bree chose to remain silent, maintaining the status of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, and just enjoy the wine specially provided by Shanshan, and then clean up after they finished talking.

Several people could see that Oda Nobunaga had no desire to participate in the conversation, but it didn't matter. Iskandar set the tone for the meeting to show himself. He felt that with the arrogant personality that Oda Nobunaga had shown so far, he would sooner or later not be able to help but speak.

They chatted animatedly, and even Artoria, who came with resentment, became interested.

The crackling sound of the wood burning in the flames was like a band at a banquet, bringing a different rhythm to the conversation among the people.

"Hahahahaha!"

Just as Bree focused her attention on the clone who was drawing the magic circle with Merry, Gilgamesh's noisy voice suddenly pierced her ears.

She looked up and saw the King of Conquerors looking confused, Gilgamesh looking happy, and Altria looking inexplicably timid. She roughly knew where the meeting had reached.

Artoria takes the responsibility of being a king very seriously, and for this reason she abandons her own personality and desires, becoming the embodiment of the word responsibility. Even the King of Conquerors feels that this is unbecoming of a king.

At this time, Jin Shanshan was laughing so hard that he fell over, and seemed to find it incredible.

I felt very strange when I saw this part in Bree's original work, mainly because Saber behaved inexplicably cowardly in front of these two people.

If we really want to make up for it, we can also analyze the reason why Artoria is so cowardly. Before participating in the Holy Grail War, she faced Mordred's rebellion head-on and watched her kingdom destroyed. But Bree thinks the most straightforward reason is that Gen Urobuchi, as the consciousness of the universe, does not like Artoria's setting and is using the author's authority to insert his own agenda.

The little drama written casually by Gen Urobuchi caused a lot of trouble for the subsequent construction of Type-Moon's Fate universe, so much so that Mushroom had to make a lot of patches and shift the blame from Ainz himself to this world.

Iskandar put down his wine glass, his face was serious, as if he wanted to teach Altria a lesson.

At this moment, Oda Nobunaga suddenly said: "What are you laughing at? Jinshanshan."

"Oh?" The most silent local suddenly spoke, putting the Conqueror's words back into his mouth. He looked at Oda Nobunaga, wanting to see what she had to say.

Gilgamesh stopped his noisy chatter, but a mocking smile still played on his lips. "Can't you even see that? A king should be powerful, majestic, and do whatever he wants. This little girl is dedicating herself like a martyr, sacrificing herself for her subjects without even a hint of enjoyment. It's ridiculous and childish, and goes against natural common sense."

"..."

Oda Nobunaga recalled the golden flash he saw in Uruk, and it was almost exactly the same as the image he was criticizing now.

From the moment they met, he had been glued to the throne and had never left, let alone enjoyed himself.

Fortunately, Bree was there to speed up the plot. According to the original work, this guy was exhausted to death from overwork.

What is this? Growing up to be the person I hate the most?

"This is what they call talking without any pain." Oda Nobunaga said meaningfully.

"Hmph..." Gilgamesh smiled contemptuously, perhaps sensing the hidden meaning in Oda Nobunaga's words, "No matter what I do, it is from my heart. It's not that I pursue the perfect king, but perfection is me."

This is what Shining was like at his peak. Even after gaining some memories from the dungeon, he still had a stubborn and immature attitude.

Iskandar looked at Oda Nobunaga and said, "Since you say so, it seems that you recognize the Knight King's way?"

"..." Oda Nobunaga raised his eyes and looked at Iskandar, "What kingship? I didn't even listen to what you guys were talking about."

These words were like a bottle of water broken by a cat, attracting surprised glances from everyone present.

"Because it's all the same no matter how we talk. Clashing ideas is such a hassle! Only those sissies in Kyoto like to argue over this kind of thing." Oda Nobunaga stood up, a matchlock gun in her hand. "The Holy Grail is mine. Anyone who disagrees can just be killed!"

Bree pondered for a long time before coming up with an answer that was neither OOC nor off-topic.

After all, doesn't Oda Nobunaga's Tenka Fubu simply mean to kill all those who disobey?

No, that is inconsistent with historical facts. The real Oda Nobunaga would kill you even if you surrendered.

Artoria picked up the wine glass and poured it into her mouth.

"If that's all, then I have nothing to say." She put down her wine glass, her face calm.

The King of Conquerors rubbed his head and said, "It seems so. After all this arguing, we still have to resort to force."

As he said that, he stood up and said, "By the way, we are in the same group, right? Archer."

"At this point, do you still believe this?" Oda Nobunaga raised his eyebrows and said.

"How unreasonable." The King of Conquerors grinned. "However, I do admire you."

He stood up and instantly became twice as tall as Oda Nobunaga.

Altria clenched her wine glass, remembering what Mordred had said to her before she entered the room.

What does she want to do?

After thinking for a moment, Altria threw the cup to the ground with force.

131. Come to the door

From the very beginning, Oda Nobunaga made his presence felt to the entire Fuyuki at Ryudo Temple, inviting everyone to come and fight.

Don't worry about the large number of enemies, and don't be afraid of failure. As Oda Nobunaga, you must have the courage to tear the encirclement apart with your bare hands.

It was just a small episode of the Three Kings Meeting.

Hearing the sound of Altria throwing the cup, Mordred ran in, holding a heavy sword in her hand, looking ready.

"As expected, father, come behind me." Mordred looked very excited.

"Saber? When did you come?" Seeing Mordred, Waver showed a relieved expression. "I haven't seen you since last night. I thought you had..."

"Are these the only ones?" Oda Nobunaga interrupted their conversation. Several arquebuses floated up around her.

Gilgamesh folded his arms across his chest and suddenly said, "I'm starting to doubt you now. Are you really his man?"

"Of course." Oda Nobunaga said confidently.

Gilgamesh stared at her for a long moment, as if thinking.

Iskandar looked back and forth between the two, wondering what riddle they were talking about.

Jin Shanshan had no interest in explaining to them. It seemed that he had figured it out. He stood up and said, "In that case, I will not accompany you any longer."

"Are you going to run? Archer." Artoria frowned.

"Run? This is my mercy." Gilgamesh raised his head arrogantly. "If I stay here, none of you will survive."

After saying that, golden particles flashed on his body and he really retreated on the spot.

Seeing Gilgamesh running away, Iskandar shrugged and said, "This guy has been acting ambiguous since last night. I don't know what he's thinking."

After saying that, he walked to Altria's side and looked at Oda Nobunaga who was gradually distancing himself from them.

Standing on the land of Japan, Oda Nobunaga has already received incomparable strengthening, but now, she is standing in a burning temple.

The strength that had already been raised to the extreme was increased to another level, and every musket around her was like a blessed elf.

Bree could feel that his mood seemed a little violent, but it was also within the controllable range.

"You all, come on together!" She raised the corners of her mouth, as if she was invincible.

"Arrogant guy, is this Japan's Oda Nobunaga?" Iskandar did not resist Oda Nobunaga's contempt for him, he grabbed his weapon.

Mordred also stood beside Altria: "The Master told me that if we wait here, we can fight side by side again, father."

“…” Altria couldn’t explain the feeling in her heart.

The fire burned the temple, and the wooden buildings twisted in the flames like zombies being roasted in hell.

As a gate pillar fell to the ground, like a signal gun on the field, the battle broke out in an instant.

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Kotomine Risei had just received the news that his son was coming to see him for something, so he waited in the church for a while.

Moonlight shone from behind a window painted with religious paintings, illuminating the ground.

This commonplace scene was nothing new to him, but Yan Fengli suddenly felt something was wrong.

He stood up from the bench, walked slowly to the window, put his face against the glass and looked out.

The religious paintings obscured the outside world, and it was difficult to see what was there, but there seemed to be red spots of light flickering outside.