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

Chapter 35: Don't be so self-indulgent, Irisviel, I choose to have nothing to do with you

"You seem to hate the swordswoman's master and the lady behind her."

"You are not a weakling, and you have the honor of fighting against the three knights as a Caster. Your bravery is enough to astonish people. If you were summoned to the world as a three knight, it would be hard to tell who would win against you."

Under the cover of night, Iskandar's voice was loud and powerful, which made people feel inexplicably impressed.

This impassioned speech went straight to Miss Illyasviel's heart.

Why did she become more extreme? Was it because of Mr. King of Conquerors' sudden intervention? No, she was just angry that she failed to succeed in her bet with the swordswoman. In essence, she had the intention to kill Emiya Kiritsugu and the swordswoman. They revealed her real name and wanted to abolish her "information erasure", so in her eyes, they had to die. With the haze and the familiar army, she had a chance to escape unscathed after killing them.

This is a gamble, a gamble on whether the swordswoman can successfully kill her before her magic power is exhausted. Her probability of winning is very low, so she is forced into a desperate situation.

It triggered a certain creature's reaction from fear to extreme radical reaction when faced with a desperate situation. In a sense, this was also a blessing given to her by her skill, A Glimpse into the Evil of This World.

But in fact, if there is a more convenient and safer way, would she be so extreme and desperate?

Obviously not, because she said it a long time ago that she is actually very afraid of death and will definitely choose the latter if there is a better and safer way.

And now Iskandar gave her this choice, a better option.

"So, how about considering my proposal? If you are willing to join me and conquer the world with me, all the previous unpleasantness will disappear."

Iskandar's speech was full of persuasiveness. It was obvious that he had such skills. Every word he said made sense and touched the heart of the silver-haired girl.

"What's more, you and that little girl were originally enemies. If you turn your back to an enemy from a recent time, and she relies on her stronger strength and attributes to stab you in the back, you should know how devastating this betrayal is, right?"

The relationship between the swordswoman and Miss Illyasviel is very bad, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

The swordswoman was so angry that her hair stood on end when she heard this.

"Nonsense! I am also the monarch of the Kingdom of Britain!"

"How could you possibly betray someone after forming an alliance with them? Such unreasonable remarks are an insult to me!"

She lowered her voice and clenched her teeth, faintly even angrier than when Illyasviel attacked Emiya Kiritsugu just now. It was already irritating enough that the other party interrupted her duel with Illyasviel for such a reason, and now he wanted to sow discord and insult her awakened personality, which was no different from denying her.

And if Illyasviel really doesn't form an alliance with her, there is a high probability that she will withdraw tonight, and because of Illyasviel's anger just now.

There is a very high possibility that the other party will join forces with others to kill Emiya Kiritsugu and Irisviel, so she must show some sincerity both emotionally and logically.

"Oh? The Knight King of the British Kingdom? I didn't expect that the well-known king of Britain is just a little girl." Iskandar touched his chin and exclaimed with interest.

"Then try to eat the sword of the little girl in your mouth, the king who wants to conquer the world!"

The swordswoman was really angry. She raised the invisible sword seriously and looked at the girl in black rags who seemed very interested. Even though the proposal for a temporary alliance was made by the other party, she was actually the only one who was passive.

Because she is among the top three, the most powerful Saber class, and the servants in good condition present are definitely much more aggressive towards her than Illyasviel.

After all, no matter how much mana Illyasviel has, the opponent is just a Caster of the lower fourth class. There are plenty of ways to target her, and according to the theory of utilitarianism, letting her exit first will undoubtedly maximize the benefits for others. Her priority is far above Illyasviel. If she were in her prime, she would not be afraid, but her situation is too bad now. She has consumed a lot of energy, is injured, and needs to protect her Master. If she is still blindly confident in the face of so many negative situations, she would be a complete fool.

"Caster, I also promise you in the name of the Knight King that the alliance between you and me will never be betrayed. If you are willing to stop attacking my Master, the end of this Holy Grail War will be a fair and just duel between you and me!"

The one who was anxious before was Miss Illyasviel, and now the one who is anxious is the swordswoman.

She even swore an oath of honor, promising not to attack Miss Illyasviel until the end of the Holy Grail War, which showed that she also realized how critical her situation was.

As for temporarily joining forces with the man with two spears? She had thought about it, but he was also one of the three knights and in good condition. Why would he join forces with her, a half-crippled enemy?

Only Illyasviel, only Illyasviel, was forced into a difficult and desperate situation like her by the others present.

"Hahaha, little girl of the foggy night, I can also promise you in the name of the King of Conquerors that as long as you are willing to surrender and join the army led by me, in addition to the almighty wish-granting machine, I will never be stingy with gifts for my friends."

The King of Conquerors laughed at this and also made a promise. He always kept his word and was not testing the other party. After all, the army also needed magecraft props and air combat power, and Miss Illyasviel's army of familiars could just make up for the weakness of his army's anti-air power. She was a rare and talented magi.

Although the archer can also control the air, he is much inferior to the high-performance magecraft familiar that can continuously split. And from the fact that Miss Illyasviel did not immediately refute his remarks, it can be seen that the other party does not have a strong desire for the universal wishing machine.

"......."

'I seem to be a second-rate person. I think I have become the one that everyone wants to win over.'

'Ah, am I not the weakest in the current situation? Shouldn't I be the one to ask them to form an alliance?'

'Why do I seem to have the strongest fighting power in the whole arena? Will I become arrogant because of this?'

Miss Illyasviel, who was once again being stared at by the audience, lowered the brim of her hat again and said in her mind, 'Why are you all looking at me? As an assassin, I always attract attention. Please don't focus all your attention on me, an assassin.'

However, she can also see the current situation clearly. Her advantage is that she is weak enough, but not too weak. There is no need to worry about backstabbing when forming an alliance with her. Even if she betrays you afterward, it can be dealt with easily. Therefore, the value of her alliance is far higher than the cost of destroying her.

"I...... Caster, trust us. If there are any conflicts between us, we can talk about it later, okay? You hate me and Kiritsugu, but these can all be changed, right?"

Irisviel, who was standing behind the swordswoman, had red eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down and gave advice.

She had already vaguely guessed why the silver-haired girl, her and Kiritsugu's good daughter, hated them and even thought they were not worthy of calling her name.

She felt pain in her heart, but at the same time, she hoped that the other party would stop fighting with them temporarily and sit down to talk slowly. This alliance was an opportunity.

Whether out of her own heart or the current situation, Miss Illyasviel is willing to fight alongside the Swordswoman Alliance, so there will be room for maneuvering between them afterwards.

"Change?"

"Do you think you can change what has happened? Pretty big sister~"

"There's nothing to say between us. I hate you and this will never change~"

Miss Illyasviel snorted coldly. Her information was wiped out. There was no way to change this unfortunate thing that had already happened. She didn't care about any relationship between them. The hatred of having her skills destroyed was no less than the hatred of killing her parents.

Oh, that was wrong. After all, she also hated her parents, those two irresponsible bastards who abandoned her.

"Caster…...."

Hearing this, Irisviel felt even more guilty and lowered her head without hesitation, not wanting Illyasviel to say anything more.

"How can you speak to Iri in that tone, Caster?" The swordswoman questioned with a slight frown. The sense of Mordred's rebellion became stronger and stronger.

"Then what should I say? Kneel down and wipe her tears?" Miss Illyasviel raised the corners of her mouth gently with a hint of teasing, but it was not too excessive.

Because she also knew very well that among the people present, only she and the swordswoman were the best support.

"Uncle Conqueror, I am very tempted by your proposal, but I never believe in anyone's promises, especially when I am the weaker party."

She looked at the heroic King of Conquerors Iskandar and then glanced at Irisviel, who seemed to be trembling.

It seemed as if her words had touched upon something in the other party, causing her to feel even more guilty.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not upset by your strange, self-righteous words. It's just that the weak stick together, and the strong's promise is just a promise. It's just a matter of a word for others to kick you away. I only believe in the facts I see, and I won't be shaken by what some people, even the king, say."

The reason for choosing the swordswoman is simple, that is, if the swordswoman betrays her, it will be tantamount to her own destruction.

If you choose Iskandar, then others can do whatever they want to her after they make the swordswoman leave, which is totally unreliable.

It is true that the weak have always depended on the strong, but aren't there enough examples of the strong kicking the weak away after they have achieved success?

In the final analysis, an alliance must be "equal" to be stable. An alliance in which one side is weaker and the other is stronger is purely a joke that depends on the mood of the stronger side. If the strength is not equal, how can you guarantee other people's ideas?

"Thank you for your trust, Caster......."

The swordswoman heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, she used her invisible sword to guard against the Rider and the spear man.

"It seems that the negotiations have broken down. What a pity, a magi with such magical power."

Looking at the man with two spears who seemed to be indifferent to the matter, and the other party giving him an uninterested look, Iskandar scratched his head in distress again.

It seems that the little magi girl trusts her own judgment more than she trusts others.

"Then come out, you pathetic snoopers! All of you are hiding and peeping in the dark, Assassin, Archer, and Berserker!"

Iskandar was not angry when he saw this, but laughed heartily again.

He roared into the empty darkness, and his huge voice spread across most of the port dock.

There are definitely more than just these four Servants present. If a real battle breaks out and they are picked off by those rats hiding in the dark corners, it would not only be unfair to the heroes here but would also foster the arrogance of those despicable and sinister people.

"Even Caster dared to show up and fight Saber to the death and put her life on the scales of the Holy Grail War. Are you still hiding in the dark and humiliating the glory you had in your lifetime? This is really pitiful and sad!"

"The ritual of the Holy Grail War has given us the honor to gather here and appreciate the glory of heroes from all ages. If you dare not even come out to meet each other, don't blame me and the heroes present for insulting and looking down on you! Besiege me or be angry with me, show your consciousness to me! I, King Iskandar, am here, I will trample on your glory, conquer your hearts, and issue a declaration of war to you who have given up even the name of heroes!"

This time, not only was Waver Velvet dumbfounded, but even Miss Illyasviel was surprised by the King of Conquerors' tyranny.

Declare war on all the Servants hiding in the dark? Not to mention that she and the swordswoman might target each other, the hidden Servants alone would not make things easy for the other side.

He challenges everyone, but there is no doubt that his kingly way is truly admirable.

But don't really bring out an "Assassin" later, otherwise, when Tohsaka Tokiomi learns the truth, he will definitely not let her off easily. She doesn't want to experience being hunted by King Gilgamesh again...

snort!

"Two foolish mongrels who do not take me seriously and call themselves kings without knowing their own limitations suddenly appeared."

However, Miss Illyasviel's luck might really be bad, as the person she least wanted to see showed up again.

The golden light flickered, the spiritualization was lifted, and the container was on the streetlight at the intersection.

Feeling provoked, the Golden King slowly descended from the top of the street lamp wearing his golden tortoise shell armor, making Miss Illyasviel look a little confused because she didn't notice when this streetlight was refreshed.

"Moreover, when will it be the turn of a group of mongrels to discuss the ownership of the unclean treasure that I have already reserved?" King Gilgamesh swept a look of contempt over the heroic servants present.

Finally, his eyes fell on Miss Illyasviel, who was trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"The weak huddling together for warmth? Ridiculous. You, a dirty venomous snake, have soiled my collection. Your ownership should belong to me!"

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