The Burial of Heroes and Goddesses [Comprehensive]

It's not that Bumi Atobe didn't fly in the sky.

It's just that the power is his own, and the wings have also turned into a part of the body, so there is no sense of disobedience.

But Rider's chariot...

Tracebu buries tears and caresses.

Sorry, she can't bear it!

Atobubu felt very uncomfortable, and Irisviel's heart suddenly softened when she saw this scene.

This is Sally's child!

So she searched for drinks, found a cup of special sour plum soup and handed it to Atobebumi.

"Irisviel, thank you."

Atobe was sipping sour plum soup, while Saber and Rider were sitting side by side, ready to drink.

Rider broke the barrel, took a bowl of wine and tasted it.

"It is said that the Holy Grail will be obtained by those who are worthy of him."

Rider filled a new bowl of wine and handed it to Saber.

Saber glanced at it, took it, and drank it clean.

"That is to say, you want to compete with me first, don't you?"

Rider: "Since you and I are considered kings, fighting is unavoidable."

"In other words, [Holy Grail War] is not a Holy Grail War, but the Holy Grail is choosing its king."

"Who is more qualified to be the king? Let us ask with wine."

"You don't have to mess around there." Gilgamesh lifted the spirit son and stood on the floor, "Bastard."

Saber: "Archer, why are you here!"

Rider laughed in a low voice, "Because I saw this guy on the street, I just invited him." After speaking, he pointed to Atobubuki who was choked by the sour plum juice, "Here, this one too."

Gilgamesh sneered, "What's the use of inviting this little girl over? It's just a very weak Master who can't compare to a finger of this king."

Atobe put down his cup and looked at Gilgamesh with those wet eyes.

"Archer, you sound really uncomfortable."

"Although I am a human being, I can't compare to your heroic spirit body. However, it is a little too much to expel me from being a king all at once, isn't it?"

Atobubu is king.

This is an unshakable fact.

Even now she does not have a clan.But as long as she uses power, the sword of Damocles can appear above her head at any time to verify her identity.

"Hmph, king?" Gilgamesh chuckled.

How could he pay attention to a king who had never heard of the name taboo.

Even the two [kings] next to him, he didn't bother to admit their identities.

"But you reported the King's Banquet in such a shabby place, please move here, how should you apologize?" Gilgamesh glanced at the owner of the mansion calmly.

Atobe put the cup aside casually, and placed it in front of Irisviel.

"If Archer doesn't mind, there's sour plum soup here. If you don't like it, Rider also prepared wine."

"Hmph, are you humiliating me?" Archer could tell the poor quality of the wine in the barrel with just one glance.

"This kind of inferior wine can enter the eyes of this king, it is already its supreme favor."

Rider rubbed his head, "You can't say that. This is already the best wine in the nearby market."

"That means you haven't had really good wine at all."

Gilgamesh put his hand down, and a golden decanter full of wine was placed on the place.

"Hmph, bastards. Let's see what the real king's wine is." After speaking, he took out four golden cups and threw them at the other three people one by one.

Atobe looked at the thrown cup, and couldn't help but curl his hair.

Talking about not admitting that he is the king, but actually throwing the wine glass is more enjoyable than anyone else.

This personality... is somewhat similar to potato chips, isn't it?

It's the kind of mouth that says don't want you to get lost, but in fact, my body has its own thoughts.

Gilgamesh sat cross-legged on the ground.

Seeing Atobebumi still standing there blankly and not coming over, he couldn't help but snort coldly.

"You said it so happily just now, and you still call yourself [the king] in front of this king. It's really ridiculous to be as timid as a mouse when you really arrive at the king's banquet."

Atobe walked forward slowly, holding the cup.

"No, Archer."

"To be precise, I'm still a child." Atobe smiled cutely, "I can't drink."

"... Huh? Are you playing with me?" Gilgamesh raised his eyebrows.

Atobe sat down between Saber and Rider, facing Gilgamesh.

"How can I play with you, Archer?"

"It's just that I happened to be born in this society, so I have to abide by this rule."

"Hmph, it's ridiculous. As a king, you still have to be trapped in all kinds of constraints." Gilgamesh swung his wine glass, "If you don't really have such a bit of kingly spirit in you, I believe you This bastard died long ago by this king's sword."

"I'm not like you, Archer."

"I'm just a mere human being, and I was chosen as Master by the Holy Grail for the time being."

Master and servants all appeared.

Except for Assassin who faked his death at the beginning, the only one left is the Master of Caster who has not yet appeared, who enjoys killing people.

Thinking of this, Saber and Rider's eyes changed.

Although the Atobe buried in front of him is completely incompatible with a murderer.

But some people are born to act.

"Then - can I be sure that you are Caster's Master?" Saber stood up slowly, pointing her sword at Atobubu.

"If you, little girl, are really the murderer who caused many murders. Then I really... misjudged the person." After Rider finished speaking, he drank another glass of wine.

And Weber and Irisviel also looked in disbelief when they heard this.

Weber: All those poor people were killed by this man?

Irisviel pursed her lips: How could Sharis's child, and Xiao Bu, who took the initiative to protect her yesterday, be murderers?

Atobe, who was stared at by everyone, just blinked, looked at the wine in the wine bottle, and smiled: "Hey Archer, don't you mind if I, a kid, drink a little?"

"It's an honor for you to taste this king's wine."

Atobe filled himself with a glass of wine without haste.

She lowered her head, looked at this extremely beautiful color, and couldn't help but praise it.

The wine glass gradually approached his lips.

Just when Bumi Atobe wanted to taste the taste of good wine, Assassin suddenly appeared.

"An uninvited guest?"

Archer glanced at Rider, "I didn't expect you to invite such a mob."

"Well, as a king, one must be broad-minded."

"So, would you like to taste this wine?" Rider handed it to Assassin with his own wooden wine container.

The sudden wind blade directly destroyed the wine container, and the mellow wine fell directly on the white shirt.

"Well, I understand."

Rider stood up from the ground.

"We'll talk about the King's Banquet later. Let's deal with the group of guests who ruined the banquet first." Rider's voice fell, and the surrounding scene has changed.

Atobe stared at the rippling wine glass in his hand, watching the surrounding horses and soldiers flogging Assassin one after another.

She pursed her lips, stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the wine.

Somewhat sweet, but also a unique taste of wine.This taste remains in the mouth, even after a long time has not dissipated.

Atobe buried his glass.

That's it, so the taste of wine is like this.

After tasting the wine, Assassin was also disposed of by Rider.

The surrounding scenery returned to calm again.

Atobebuki changed from a sitting position to standing up.

The moment he stood up, everyone present stared at Atobebumi.

Atobe throws the empty cup to Gilgamesh.

"Here, Archer, return it to you."

"thanks for treatment."

A layer of red appeared on the surface of the body.

The power flowed, and finally took root on the back, slowly condensing into a pair of wings.

The wings flapped, and Atobu buried directly floated into the air.

She looked at the few people below whose expressions changed slightly, and said, "Caster's Master is someone else."

"As for me--"

Atobebuy didn't say anything, just flapped his wings and left here.

She was facing the wind, her eyes moved slightly.

Since there are still people missing, it means that the man is still alive.