Rider's rough laughter gradually subsided, but eventually became a little dry, perhaps because no one paid attention to his humor. After a cool breeze, Rider cleared his throat against his mouth and returned to the majestic Rider.

"That's the joke, maybe it's not at all cheerful--------"

Rider looked directly at Artoria, his brass bell-sized eyes glancing at Qing sitting next to him, and then quickly retracted. Maybe he thought that others couldn't find it, but the eyes were big enough to catch the eye.

"Na~! I say two, I've heard that there is a rule in this war. --The Holy Grail can only be given to the person who is commensurate with it! Therefore, the battle that took place here in Fuyuki was a ritual used for identification. But if you just have to see if you have that kind of qualification, there is no need for bloodshed. The Weak has a personality that other Heroic Spirits can identify with! Then the answer will not appear on its own! ~”

Rider slowly scooped a scoop of wine from the barrel beside him and handed it to Artoria directly opposite, while looking at Qing as if he was looking at Qing. But Qing shook her head at him, indicating that she didn't have any opinion, and she didn't have any opinion.

Artoria turned out that Rider's drinks were not poor because of the distractions that Rider didn't have, but as if nothing happened. Drink the wine solemnly and drink it all! He also used the pouring method to prove his own qi.

Rider, surprised by Artoria's response, retracted his gaze and 'bluffed' as if something had happened. It was clear that it had never always been Artoria, and he had to change his perception of her because of Artoria's actions.

"Since you said so, Rider, do you want to compete with me first?"

Hearing Artoria's inquiry, Rider showed his domineering, solemnly emptying the wine scoop. His round eyes shone brightly, and a confident smile unmistakably revealed from the corners of his mouth. Even if he is wearing private clothes, he is still as powerful as wearing a royal robe.

That's exactly what happened. Since each other is unwilling to give in to the title of 'king', it has to be like this! So in other words, it's not the so-called 'Holy Grail War', but a question and answer to the Holy Grail'. Whose strength is more worthy of the title of 'King of the Holy Grail'? --Hmph~ It's easiest to ask with the sake around me. ”

Rider said with a smile that the confidence in his eyes can make a person with low self-confidence lose the strength to face it in an instant! So far, Qing has not interjected once, because this is a conversation between kings, and Qing knew that this was right from the beginning. But looking at a snow painting beside her, she was cheering for her eyebrows. It's even more frustrating.

'Artoria'------- sighed silently. From resurrection to contact, Qing never had the luxury of being able to sit next to her again. 'There are many things that cannot be changed' is the only way to comfort yourself, but it also represents an escape, which can only be used as an excuse to numb your heart. Don't make it more painful.

Looking at her tenacity, looking at her persistence, has never changed, and what has not changed is also her heart and her ideals. But ---- everything has been destroyed, both directly and by opinion, which is driven by its own existence. It's because even if everything has been lost. Her persistence is what makes people so painful--------

"That's the end of the farce, bastard-------------"

The golden light illuminates the courtyard, and with the golden magic power of the Lingzi, the ancient king of gold walks calmly and proudly through the courtyard. He is the most dazzling king at all times, and in harmony with it is the arrogance that no one can stand on his side------ and he may also be hiding more things.

“Archer？！ How did you end up here---------"

"Ah~ It's nothing. I just happened to run into him on the street and was having a private meeting with Caster, so I asked him over. I didn't expect him to actually come to participate. ”

Rider answered Artoria's question with ease, though Artoria's eyes twitched visibly, but there were no other more anomalous behaviors. Rider is still relaxed. A hand rests leisurely on the rim of the barrel.

"Hmph~ Glittering guy, you're really slow. But it's no wonder that you're different from this king in that you need to walk on your own. ”

Rider whined, and though his words seemed sarcastic, he wasn't a person to mock, but rather a narrative of everything. Nothing more than that.

"How can you choose such a boring place to hold what you call the 'King's Banquet'------ and make amends for the faux pas that caused me to run in vain? -------”

Archer's arrogant momentum slammed into the audience, and scarlet vertical pupils scanned the audience. Including a snow painting not far behind Qing's body, it was greatly impacted! Rider is not a tough Master, and he even loses his center of gravity and sits on the ground!

"Don't be so unkind when you speak~ I said. However, since you're here, let's take a drink first! ”

As if in response to Archer's arrogance, Rider bared his mouth full of white teeth and handed the wine scoop to the standing Archer. Artoria, who had responded to the battle, sat back down at Rider's words, but her eyes were still fixed on Archer.

Archer took the wine from Rider lightly, and his eyes looked down to undoubtedly question the merits of the wine and the scoop.

Questioning, Archer took a sip and brought the scoop with a disappointed expression. It's like being disappointed with all the people present.

"What kind of cheap miscellaneous liquor is this? Do you think this kind of thing can test the pattern of a real hero? ”

Archer said this, Rider took back the wine scoop with a bitter face, and looked at the wine he got with a bitter melon face. Qing looked at Archer who was standing directly across from him, and Archer, who had his chin held high, also looked at Qing lightly. It's like mocking Qing's indiscretion.

"Is that so? This thing is already one of the best goods in the market in this region~! ”

Rider retracted the scoop with an unhappy expression, and turned his back to Archer to cast an inquiring gaze at Qing. For the green of the wine like white water, it was natural to shake his head again.

"It's because you don't know what a real drink is, that you have such a dull idea-------------"