"Indeed. But we're not only tyrants, we're also heroes. " Iskandar's eyebrows did not even twitch when he heard Saber's question. He replied calmly, "So, Saber, if a king is dissatisfied with the results of his governance, it only means that he's a fatuous ruler, worse than a tyrant."
This time, Iskandar's words were equivalent to denying Saber's answer.
"Iskandar, you … The empire that you built was split into four parts in the end. Are you really not unhappy about that? Don't you want to do it all over again and save the country? "Saber frowned as she questioned him with a sharp tone.
"I don't want to." What replied her was the Conquest King's straightened chest and straightforward words. His gaze was sharp as he stared at the Knight King. "If my decision and my subjects led to such an outcome, then destruction is inevitable. I'll mourn and shed tears, but I'll never regret it. "
"How could …" Saber mumbled as she looked at Iskandar in disbelief.
Without waiting for Saber to finish her sentence, Iskandar's arrogant voice sounded again. "Don't even talk about trying to overturn history! Such foolish behavior is an insult to all the humans in the era that I built! "
"You're only saying that because of the glory of a warrior. The people won't think that way. What they need is salvation. "Saber snapped back to reality and denied.
"You're saying that they want salvation from a king?" Iskandar laughed. "I don't understand! What's the point of this? "
"This is the duty of a king!" Saber replied proudly. "Correct governance, correct order. This is what all the subjects look forward to."
"Then are you a slave to 'correct'?" Iskandar asked back.
"You can say that if you want. Only those who sacrifice themselves for their ideals are fit to be a king. " Saber nodded as a matter of fact.
"People can understand law and order through a king. What a king embodies should not be something that will disappear with the death of a king, but something more honorable. " Iskandar shook his head as if he was pitying her. "This is not a path that humans would choose to live on."
"Yes. Since you're born as a king, you can't expect to live like a normal person, "Saber continued.
"Conquest King, a person like you who only cares about yourself will never understand my beliefs. You're just a tyrant who's been blinded by lust! "Saber scolded sternly as if she was scolding a subordinate who had made a mistake.
"A king without a penis is worse than a vase," Iskandar shouted angrily.
"Saber, you just said 'sacrifice yourself for your ideals'. Indeed, you used to be an incorruptible saint, so pure that no one could compare to you. But who would be willing to die for their ideals? Who would think about the so-called saints day and night? They could only comfort the people. But he could not guide the people. There was only glory and splendor that could be sung to the fullest. Only then can the country and its people be led to the right path. "
At this point, Iskandar seemed to feel that his mouth was dry, so he finished the wine in his cup and continued to correct him.
"As a king. Therefore, he had to possess a stronger desire than anyone else. She was bolder than anyone else. She was more irritable than anyone else. He was supposed to be a human who was more real than anyone else, both clear and turbid. Only in this way could the subjects be subdued by the king. Only then would the people have the longing of 'If only I were the king!' "
"Such governance … Then where is the justice?" Saber asked.
"There is none. There is no so-called justice in the path of the king, so there is no regret, "Iskandar answered without pausing.
Saber clenched her fists and glared at Iskandar.
Iskandar smiled and continued, "Oh king with the name of a knight, your justice and ideals might have saved the country and its people for a while, that's why your name is still being sung to this day. But don't tell me you don't know what happened to those who were saved? "
"What did you say?" Saber's petite body trembled slightly, the bloody plains and the corpses piled up on top of it like a hill appeared in her mind.
"You blindly 'saved' your subjects, but you never 'guided' them. They don't know what the king's penis is. You've abandoned your lost subjects, yet you're intoxicated by your petty ideals in a holy manner, "Iskandar, who did not care about Saber's transformation, continued speaking without stopping.
"That's why you're not a qualified king. You just want to be a 'king' who thinks for the people, a little girl who spun a cocoon around herself in order to become an idol. "
"I …" Saber who had more and more images appearing in her mind was rendered speechless by Iskandar's rebuttal.
However, soon, Saber's expression changed. She turned her head and looked straight at Gilgamesh who was studying her with his dark red eyes.
"Archer, why are you looking at me?" Saber asked in displeasure when she noticed the thing in Gilgamesh's gaze.
"Ah, I'm just enjoying your troubled expression." Gilgamesh smiled gently with a surprised expression, "It's like a virgin scattering flowers on the bed, I like it."
"You!" Saber, whose face was filled with anger, slammed the old cup on the ground.
However, at that moment, everyone other than Wilbur had a change of expression as they began to pay attention to their surroundings.
Then, one after another, silhouettes in black tights and white skull masks appeared on the riverbank under the moonlight, faintly surrounding everyone in the center.
It was the assassins.
"They really came." Sei Itō in the black cat's body thought to himself.
Just like what he thought when he invited all the perverts to gather here, just like in the original work, in order to gather information, and possibly to see if he could use this opportunity to take down a Heroic Spirit, the assassins were indeed sent here by Toshimi Toshimi.
"It's just a pity that Toshimi and his Berserker didn't come. Otherwise, we could turn this place into a chaotic battlefield and speed up the progress of the Holy Grail War." The black cat muttered with some regret.
"What's going on?! Why are the assassins coming one after another … Isn't there only one perverts per class?! "At this time, Wilbur who was frightened by the scene before him screamed.
"You're right. We're the perverts who take the whole as an individual, and the individual is just the shadow of the whole." The assassins laughed evilly. Because many of them were speaking at the same time, their voices were like echoes echoing in the canyon, full of a sense of hollowness and imperfections.
Looking at the approaching assassins, Wilbur grabbed the shoulder of Iskandar who was still sitting in the same place, drinking glass after glass of wine provided by Gilgamesh, and said with a trembling voice with a face full of fear.
"Hey, hey, kid, don't be so pathetic. It's just guests at the banquet, you can still drink the wine. "Iskandar said nonchalantly.
"I don't think I invited you … But since you're here, you're also my guests. But what's the meaning of your current behavior? Do you want to start a fight? " As the host of the banquet, the black cat walked elegantly in front of the numerous assassins and squinted its golden cat eyes as it asked in a strange voice.
The assassins were silent for a moment. Then, one of the assassins suddenly rushed in front of the black cat and kicked its body.
The black cat arched its body and leaped lightly onto the legs of the assassin. It quickly climbed up the assassin's shoulders as if it was stepping on flat ground. The pair of cat paws waved anxiously, bringing out rays of cold light as it clawed at the assassin's mask.
The assassin raised his hand and slapped the black cat. The black cat immediately stopped its attack and jumped up to dodge the assassin's slap. It then kicked the assassin's mask with its hind legs and jumped back to the ground. It squinted its cat eyes and stared at the assassins in front of it.
"Looks like you guys really want to start a fight." The black cat said calmly.
What responded to it was still the assassin's attack. At the same time, the other assassins also attacked Saber, Rider, Archer, and Lancer who was guarding the black cat.
"What a bunch of unwelcome people." Iskandar said calmly as the old water in his hand was knocked to the ground by the assassin's dagger. However, compared to when he was angry at Saber just now, he looked more dangerous.
Then, his magic power exploded and a whirlwind spread out with him as the center point.
The wind was hot and dry as if it was going to burn everything. It was not a breeze that belonged to the river at night. Instead, it felt like it came from the desert.
"Saber, Archer, the last question of the banquet — Is the king arrogant?" Iskandar asked loudly as he waved the Sword of Kerud and forced an assassin to back off.
Archer laughed at the question and did not answer.
"The king … is of course arrogant." Saber replied without any hesitation. On this point, the Knight King who was the embodiment of lofty ideals agreed with the Conqueror King and the prideful Ancient King.
Iskandar laughed loudly as he heard that. And as a reflection, the hot wind that seemed to come from the desert became even more violent.
"No, it's the same as not answering! Today, I'll teach you guys what a real king is! At the same time, consider it as a return gift to the invitees. "Iskandar said loudly.
As soon as he finished his words, the hot wind whistled and eroded their vision, forcing the assassin's to stop their attack and back off temporarily.
Then, at the next moment, a boundless golden desert that was scorching under the scorching sun replaced the riverbank and the green grass from before. It filled everyone's vision and became the 'world'.
That was the great magic that could replace the 'world' — Inherent Barrier!
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