FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 34: King of Conquerors Iskandar, the Duel Forced to End

The battlefield fell into silence after the heroic man's declaration and roar. The swordswoman, whose mana had been greatly consumed, breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Miss Illyasviel, who had fallen more than 20 meters away, and put on her hood again to gather the few remaining demon armies. She did not attack again. She glanced vigilantly at the man with two spears who was in almost perfect condition and slowly put down the invisible sword she was holding tightly.

She wanted to continue fighting with Miss Illyasviel to the end, but in this situation, if she continued, something bad would most likely happen—after all, there were four Servants present.

This does not even include Assassin and other snoopers hiding in the dark. If they continued fighting, even if they could win, they would be picked off by other Masters and Servants in perfect condition.

What's more, her condition was too bad. Not to mention the injuries on her arms and waist, her own mana was already very low, and she also needed to protect Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel. With so many unfavorable effects on her, anyone who was not mentally ill would know what to do.

At the same time, she didn't really want to fight to the death with Miss Illyasviel.

As Saber, the strongest of the three knight classes, her remaining mana was almost exhausted.

What's more, Caster was maintaining the split attack of many familiars. Even if the opponent's mana level exceeded A-level, the remaining mana was at most comparable to hers.

After all, she is an A-level mana, and her attributes are even more terrifying than those of the opponent. The opponent needed to consume multiple mana to resist her random attacks. So in her opinion, the person in front of her seemed to be Illyasviel's Servant, whose mana was as low as hers. Even if it was a little more than hers, it was not outrageous.

Rather than letting others take advantage of the situation, it would be better to temporarily cease fire, and before she figures out Illyasviel's condition, she would rather talk to the other party.

It was just that she was too excited and wanted to kill Irisviel and Emiya Kiritsugu as soon as her real name was called out, just like a "rebel knight of Great Britain" who hated her so much for some reason, so there was no chance to stop him.

Of course, the opponent's fighting power was indeed amazing. The violent siege and rapid attacks of the army of familiars, and the crazy fighting behavior that did not care about the consumption of mana at all, left her, who was already in a bad state, with no time to breathe.

"It looks like we need to take a break. It's rare to see a cute little kitten challenging a lion in such a wonderful fight. Is this king a little too unromantic?"

The man with two spears spun his weapons, put the red spear on his shoulders, shook his head with a lack of interest, and smiled helplessly.

'But to be honest, that Caster is indeed terrifying. To maintain such a large army of familiars, it seems that I need to do more research on the name Illyasviel after I go back, to see what kind of magecraft power or Noble Phantasm she possessed during her lifetime. It seems that she really has a connection with the Einzbern family.'

Perhaps there had been some disputes and grudges between the Einzberns and the Einzberns in their nearly three thousand years of history, otherwise Illyasviel would not have been so hostile towards the Einzberns.

As soon as she heard the Homunculus lady from the Einzbern family call out her real name, she immediately changed from a docile and cute little cat to a dark elf determined to fight to the death with the swordswoman and was almost not at a disadvantage in the battle.

"Hahaha, I just don't want to see one or two of my followers who might fight side by side with me suddenly disappear." The burly, muscular man in the cloak laughed loudly and fiercely again. He could see from afar that if he didn't show up again, one of the silver-haired killer girl and the swordswoman would be eliminated, and the other would be beheaded by the man with two spears or other servants hiding in the dark.

This is both a benefit and a disadvantage for him, as he will lose two terrifying and powerful enemies.

But because the battle ended too early, he was unable to obtain enough information that night, and most importantly, was unable to practice the kingly way he believed in.

"My real name is Alexander the Great, Iskandar the King of Conquests. I participated in this Holy Grail War and was summoned to reappear in the world as a Rider."

"Heroes from every era, you fight each other to obtain the Holy Grail, but before that, I would like to ask you, what are your expectations for the almighty wish-granting machine? Do your wishes encompass the vastness of heaven and earth? Are they more important than conquering the entire world?"

All the Servants present were bewildered by the question, except for Miss Illyasviel, who had some mental problems. Everyone including Irisviel was dumbfounded. What kind of operation was it to reveal one's true name in the Holy Grail War?

The real name is the key to widening the information gap. For example, if the swordswoman with the injured wrist knew earlier that the real name of the man with two spears was Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, who was praised as the unparalleled "Glorious Look," she would definitely be on guard against the magic-breaking red rose and the immortal yellow rose, and now the fight would not have ended up in this tricky situation where she is beautiful and powerful but seems like everyone can step on her.

If Miss Illyasviel had not been recognized, she would not have responded directly.

She was so furious that she had to fight against the three knights head-on because it was too important. Her real name, the information about the magecraft she used, and the greatly reduced effect of "information erasure" after her real name was known could all lead to her death.

The original information was erased and no one could remember her appearance. After her real name was revealed, even if this skill had been greatly enhanced by one of her remaining skills, they would at least remember her moves and tactical skills.

Without the information gap, she would be unable to move forward. This shows how important the true names of the servants are to them, except, of course, King Gilgamesh.

That guy's real name is so indifferent to people who are interested in him, and he is extremely conceited and proud.

"What are you thinking about, idiot!"

Iskandar's Master, the thin and frail Waver Velvet on the chariot, also screamed in confusion, revealing his true name? What kind of idiot did he summon? Even he knew how important the true name was in the Holy Grail War.

"Really? Uncle, no one says that wishes must be grand. If this is the reason why you suddenly barged into the battlefield, uncle, would you like to experience the treatment I will give you for intervening in the duel between Brother Lancer and Sister Saber?"

Miss Illyasviel caressed the Ritter: Stork Knight gently and happily, but the malice in her could not be concealed. The man with two spears, who had sufficient mana and the skill of mind-eye, keenly noticed that her presence concealment was becoming more and more strange.

It was as if the value or something was still increasing, making him, as one of the three knights, feel a hint of inexplicable danger.

"Ha, don't be angry, little sister. Even if you can defeat that swordswoman, do you think you can successfully leave this place after consuming so much mana?"

Obviously not, unless the Command Spell is used to recall her, because Miss Illyasviel is very unfortunate on a daily basis.

Kotomine Kirei hadn't contacted her since she started the war.

"Besides, I have made myself very clear." King of Conquerors Iskandar laughed.

He paid no attention to Miss Illyasviel's increasingly dangerous gaze hidden under her tattered black hood.

She attacked like a poisonous snake in a cave, with all her might and fury.

When she is quiet, she is like a little fairy, silent and adorable.

"I am coming to the battlefield. Do you plan to give me the Holy Grail? If you are willing to hand over the Holy Grail and join my army to conquer the world, I will treat you as my friend and share the joy of conquering the world with you."

'Oh, you want to conscript men? What a ridiculous idea!' Miss Illyasviel blinked at Iskandar, who seemed to be serious. She didn't have any desire for the Holy Grail.

She simply wanted a sense of security, and she would feel safe if she killed everyone.

The swordswoman, who was also a king, was stunned by the declaration of the strong man who called himself the King of Conquerors. Was he just revealing his real name to show his courage? And this declaration was simply too overbearing.

The man with two spears smiled helplessly and didn't say much. He already had a monarch to serve, and his only wish was to serve him to the best of his ability.

"I admire your courage in revealing your real name just now, but your proposal is too overbearing and rude. The Holy Grail belongs to me. This is the oath I made with my contractor. So tell me the truth, Rider. Your idea is ridiculously naive."

The swordswoman raised her invisible sword. As a king, she would not submit to another so-called king who wanted to conquer the world.

"If you interrupt my duel with Ms. Caster just because of such absurd words, then my answer will be the same as Ms. Caster's just now."

It was a good thing for her that the battle was interrupted, but one thing was for sure—Illyasviel wanted to fight her to the death and had shown corresponding awareness and respect.

If she denied this fact simply because it was an advantage for her, it would not only be disrespectful to Illyasviel but also an insult to the duel with the knight with two spears not long ago. She had always been straightforward like this. Illyasviel respected her, and she would also return the other party's awareness of respect, no matter who won or lost in the end.

"Hahahaha, Caster and Saber duel? Little girl, do you think this duel is fair?"

Iskandar couldn't help laughing again, but this time it was almost a mockery. In the duel between a swordswoman and a magi, she would most likely win. Given her injuries, if she won it would be a comeback victory, and if she lost, it wouldn't be embarrassing. The basic attributes of the two were unfair, and this kind of knight duel was pure bullying.

Just the anti-mana that almost every one of the three knights possessed was enough to crush the opponent unilaterally without any damage.

Unless that Caster possessed special Noble Phantasm, such as curses, armor-breaking, or instant death effects, which could bypass some of the three knights' class skills, it would be bullying and exhausting others to death.

"It's fair, I think, Mr. Iskandar. Everyone has only one life, and if you are killed, you die. Is there anything unfair about this? If you think it's unfair, how about we make it fairer as you say?"

"That big sister and I have been exhausted and are already the weakest among all the people present. So as the weakest, it would be fairer for us to stick together and kill the strong ones who suddenly interrupted the fight between others, right?"

'This is fair. If I am weak, I will die. If you are weak, you will die.'

How fair this is in the Holy Grail War. Miss Illyasviel quickly and politely placed her hands on her rags, lowered her head, and gracefully performed a skirt-lifting gesture.

Then she looked at the swordswoman, ready with sword in hand.

"You're right, aren't you? Big sister, we are all pitiful and helpless weaklings now~"

"Do you want to form an alliance temporarily, Caster?"

"We are just huddling together for warmth. Whether it's that handsome big brother or this uncle, the King of Conquerors, in our current state, which one can we fight alone?"

"......."

Hearing this, the swordswoman looked behind her at the semi-conscious Emiya Kiritsugu and the silent Irisviel with red eyes, then at the man with two spears and Iskandar driving the chariot.

It seemed that neither she nor Illyasviel could defeat the other as both had consumed too much energy.

"Don't look at me, Kitty and Miss Lion. I personally don't think I will take advantage of someone's misfortune. After all, both you, Kitty, and Saber are respectable opponents worthy of a fight. I would rather wait until you both recover to your prime, and then have a fair knight duel with each of you individually." Noticing the swordswoman's gaze, the man with two spears spread out his hands with a wry smile.

If he really wanted to take advantage of the situation, when the little kitten was fighting with the swordswoman, he would have directly faced the attacks of the familiar army and endured the injuries.

Then one of the opponents would have been forced to leave the field.

"Well, you guys want to bargain?"

"They were mortal enemies just a few minutes ago, but now they are willing to put aside their past grudges and unite?"

Iskandar scratched his head, seeming a little troubled. It seemed that compared to personal grudges, he was not afraid of others joining forces. After all, he had considered this situation before he chose to descend, and his Noble Phantasm was not afraid of the enemy's siege and attack.

It's just that the mana of this incompetent Master is weak. If he cannot annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop, he will suffer when the Command Spells are exhausted.

Although he looks rough and careless, he is actually a meticulous person. To put it bluntly, he showed up this time just to see the courage of these heroes.

If they were all weak and cowardly, he would directly activate his Noble Phantasm and take away everyone present, with the secret intention of annihilating and conquering all enemies.

Moreover, he really has the ability to do so under the current circumstances.

"The weak uniting with the weak is enduring, but the weak clinging to the strong is also a common occurrence."

It can be seen that the swordswoman is unmoved and waiting seriously.

Iskandar muttered, then laughed again and looked at Miss Illyasviel who was hiding in the shadows:

"Uniting the weak can only get you through, but uniting the strong will yield greater gains. Caster, if I promise, I will work with you to conquer the enemies you hate and detest, and let you regain the joy of victory."

"I will even let you personally send Saber and her Master off tonight in defeat. Are you willing to become my friend and join my army?"