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"It was supposed to be my possession. All the treasures in the world came from my collection, but after a long time, it was lost from my treasure house, but it was still owned by me."

"Then you mean, have you ever had the Holy Grail? You know what it is?"

"No." Archer flatly denied Rider's questioning.

"It's not something you can understand. The total amount of my possessions is beyond even my own knowledge, but as long as it's a 'treasure', then it must belong to me, that's clear. Want to rob my treasure , or a little self-awareness.”

Now it was Saber's turn to be speechless. "Your words are similar to Caster's. It seems that he is not the only Servant who is insane." "Idiot!" Mordred defined Archer, lowering her head and drawing something on the skin that was not occupied by the magic lines. Smiling, he raised his head and glanced at the three of them, and asked, "You guy, are you really a hero? Archer, you are a woman, right? Why are you so fussy? Or..."

Mordred paused, raised his hand to look at the accelerated [growth] magic pattern on his arm, and said slowly: "Is your strength as a king only so much? In the epic, there is no Ru of Enkidu, but Earl."

"You bastard!"

Archer stood up furiously, ignoring the sudden change of tone, and glared at Mordred viciously.

"Forget it! Archer, don't be angry."

Unlike Saber, Rider murmured as if in harmony.At some point he picked up the bottle and poured it into the glass without hesitation.

"Then Archer, that means we can get the Holy Grail as long as you nod and say yes?"

"Of course I can, but I have no reason to reward you bastards." "Aren't you reluctant?"

"Of course not, I only reward my subjects and the people."

Archer smiled mockingly at Rider.

"Or Rider, if you are willing to surrender to me, then I will give you a cup or two."

"...Ah, that's impossible."

Rider scratched his chin, and seemed to feel that the other party's conditions were too high, so he simply turned his head.

"But Archer, it doesn't really matter to you whether you have the Holy Grail or not. You are not fighting for the Holy Grail to fulfill your wishes."

"Of course. But I can't let go of the guy who took my treasure. It's a matter of principle."

"Is there any reason?"

"It's the law." Archer replied immediately. "The law I made as a king."

"Hmm." Rider seemed to understand what he said, and sighed deeply.

"It's a perfect king. He can implement his own rules. But, I still want the Holy Grail very much. My method is to grab it if I want it, because I, Iskandar, are the king of conquerors."

"Not necessarily. As long as you commit the crime, I can punish you. There is no room for negotiation."

"Then we can only meet on the battlefield." Archer nodded at the same time as Rider with a serious face.

"—But Archer, anyway, let's drink the bar first, and let's talk about the battle later."

Mordred shrugged, smiled evilly and said very dangerous words: "Those miscellaneous things, just need to spend a little effort to cut them off and practice again?"

"Cut it off?!" - BY: Arturia

"Re-practice?!" - BY: Rider

"Which world is your game from!" Weber asked with black lines twitching the corners of his mouth.

"Don't say that!" Mordred said righteously: "Isn't it tiring to fight seriously! That look is so stupid, the important thing is to win, to win! Sword skills in battle are nothing more than It’s just an option. In order to win, no matter it’s punching, kicking or biting, I can do it!”

"Mordred, where's your chivalry?!" Arturia asked with a growl.