I, the heroic substitute, was exposed

"why?"

The questioning again caused the giant man to open his mouth and fall into thought.

"...Well, anyway, although there is no basis, I have a hunch that we can decide the outcome tonight."

He said casually.

Weber nodded slightly, without asking why.

Although he couldn't say it, the air passing over his skin made him feel that the Holy Grail War had entered its climax.

If I had to say it—it was because the night air was too calm.

As far as Weber knew, the only competitors excluded were Assassin, who was personally crushed by Iskandar, and Bluebeard, who was defeated in the battle at Mitokawa.

Of course, in places he couldn't see, the battle was still going on and going on.

He felt day and night that the unusual aura in this town was changing, from a chaotic commotion to a heavy sense of urgency.

This was also one of the reasons why he was more impressed by Artoria's anxiety from fighting with him last night than his own anxiety.There seems to be an emergency in the Einzbern camp.

So Weber raised no objection to Iskandar's intuition.Precisely because he is the King of Conquerors galloping across the battlefields and giving strategic instructions, his sixth sense is much more reliable than a person who is inexperienced like Weber.

Whether Kenneth was still alive or not - the news about the enemy he once hated now made him feel a certain sentimentality.

Going to the battlefield together with the Heroic Spirit is an unimaginably arduous practice, and Weber has already experienced it firsthand.

Even if he is a well-known genius in magic, the Holy Grail War cannot be predicted with the common sense of a magician.

When he thought that he was going through the same hard training as himself, while feeling happy, he couldn't help feeling a little sympathy in his heart.

Among the six masters, only Kenneth has a relationship with Weber, no matter whether the relationship is good or bad.

As soon as he met an opponent who was going to fight to the death, he was able to feel such emotion, and Weber felt the change in his mood again.

——Yes, whatever the hunch, to him, the Holy Grail War is no different from the end.

When he let out a sigh, a light and obvious shock dispelled his drowsiness.

"what is this?"

"It's a strange wave of magic. It seems like I've encountered something similar before."

Hearing what Iskandar said, Waver remembered.The Church of the Holy Church summoned the master's wolf smoke.It's exactly the same feeling as it was then.

In order to see the sky, he walked out of the miscellaneous forest, and a magic flash appeared in the northeast, accompanied by brighter colors than last time.

"This form is..."

"What is this? Some kind of symbol?"

Hearing Iskandar's question, Microwave nodded despite being puzzled.

"The lights of different colors, four and seven... are 'Emoeror' (achievement) and 'Chariot' (victory). Such smoke... Does this mean that the Holy Grail War has been decided?"

Weber's explanation made Iskandar frown.

"What is this? When I don't exist, who wins?"

This is really strange.

In the Holy Grail War, victory is achieved only when all hostile masters and servants are eliminated.

Now, with Iskandar and Webb here, how could it be possible to declare victory.

"...Moreover, that location is not the location of the Fuyuki Church. That's weird. Maybe it's not the smoke from the church guys. That place is really addictive."

"Ah, that's acceptable."

Hearing Waver's question, Iskandar snorted contemptuously and nodded.

"What, what's wrong?"

"It must be some impatient guy who issued a victory declaration without authorization, provocatively saying, "If you have an opinion, come here."

Iskandar laughed ferociously, staring at the glowing wolf smoke in the sky, as if saying it was what I wanted.

"Very good, very good. This saves you even the effort of searching. I don't think any follower can sit still after being so provoked. Those who are still alive will definitely gather at the place where the wolf smoke is coming out—hmph, and what I said As I thought, tonight is the time for the decisive battle."

[Hahaha the emperor is actually sitting on a small bench]

【Wow, the princess is so beautiful】

【This pair is so warm (⊙o⊙)】

【Notice!chasing airdrop]

[Brother Meng is ready to grab the airdrop]

【The princess is so cute】

The burly body of the Conqueror King was trembling with joy and fighting spirit.

Webber looked at this fierce Heroic Spirit with the cold eyes that were like watching from a distance.

"Really? It's finally the final stage."

"That's right. Now that the battlefield has been decided, I can't embarrass the class of 'Iskandar'."

Iskandar drew his Celtic sword and held it high to the sky.

"Show yourself, my BMW!"

With the sound of the call, a space-piercing light burst out from the torn void.

What appeared shining with the light of a Heroic Spirit—was a steed that Waver was familiar with.

The horned heroic horse Bucepharus.

The legendary BMW that once carried the King of Conquerors to ravage the Eastern world.

Now it traveled through time and space to come to the "ally" and galloped on the asphalt road, neighing eagerly for battle.

Although if all aspects of Iskandar's trump card "The King's Army" are to be gathered together, an inherent barrier needs to be deployed to avoid interference from the world, but, just like Mithrinas who served as a messenger in Mitokawa, If it is only a single-handed performance, it is within the allowable range of ordinary space.

Now that the "Shenwei Wheel" has been lost, the most suitable place for Iskandar to display his riding skills is on the back of "it".

"Come on, boy, although it's not as secure as sitting on the driver's seat, but let's go and come up."

Iskandar on his beloved horse moved his body back to make room for Waver.

However, Waver shook his head with a wry smile.

The back of the unparalleled steed, only heroes are qualified to ride, is by no means a place for ordinary juniors to stay.

For example, an incompetent magician who can't even do the basics of hypnosis magic——

Another example is the clown who is too self-sufficient and will only get in the way on the road of the king's tyrant——

The glorious path to which the Conqueror Iskandar is about to run is not allowed to be defiled at will.

Waver understood that last night, at the last moment, Iskandar's determination to challenge Artoria was squandered. It was himself as the master. The "Sword of Victory of the Promise" may surpass Artoria's Noble Phantasm by a small margin, and step the King of Knights under the hooves of the divine bull.

The reason why he had to give up at the decisive moment was because of him, the master who was also standing on the driver's platform.

At the last moment, Iskandar could only jump off the chariot to protect the clown beside him.

Of course, he couldn't sacrifice the contractor who made him appear in the real world.

At that time, the difference between Iskandar and Artoria was determined by the presence or absence of the Master.

Webb used to think he was good enough to be a winner and complacent about it.

But now it's different.

After two weeks, after seeing a real hero with my own eyes, I now understand my incompetence and insignificance.

The lost dog also has its own mind.At least, what I can do is to look at the things that I can't

The noble back that reaches—

"My servant, I, Weber Velvet, issue orders with Command Seals."

The boy raised his clenched right hand, showing the still unused Command Seals.

This is the shackles that bind the hero in front of him, and it is the biggest obstacle blocking his road to overlord.

"Iskandar, you must win the final victory."

This is not compulsory, it is just a matter of course.

So, Weber gave the order.

He watched with a relaxed mood as the first spell of the Command Seal worked its magic and then disappeared.

"Use the command spell again to issue an order——Iskandar, you must seize the Holy Grail."

The second Command Seal also disappeared, and he felt a little pained by the flash.

It's too late to stop now, this kind of meaningless confusion passed through his heart-this is a foolish hesitation that is not worth mentioning.

"Finally, I give the order with a Command Spell."

Webb firmly raised the hand with the last Command Spell painted on it and looked at the king on horseback.

At least, at this moment, I can look at him without any fear.

This is the last and only honor of being a Master.

"Iskandar, you must conquer the whole world. Failure is not allowed."

The three stigmata that were released quickly released hidden magic power.

Disappeared in a whirlwind.

As a magus, Waver may never have the chance to use such a huge magic power again in his life.

However, even so, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this was the happiest behavior in his life.No regrets.As compensation for losing everything, that was enough.

Webber looked down at his hands, and the certificate of the contract engraved on his hands had disappeared without a trace.

"...In this way, I will no longer be your Master."

Waver lowered his head, looked at his feet and said.

He didn't want to know what expression Iskandar was looking at him now.

Maybe it was surprise at Waver's cowardly act of giving up the war, or maybe it was a reassuring smile for him to be liberated from the incompetent Master, whatever it was, Waver didn't want to see it.

If possible, he even hoped that Iskandar would forget how the two met.

"Go. Go anywhere, you've already..."

Well, a quiet answer rang out.

Next, it was time to hear the sound of horses' hooves galloping away on the ground - Weber was thinking so, but he was picked up by the collar, and in the next instant, he was on Bucepharus' back.

"Of course I will rush there immediately—but, since the annoying order has been issued, have you made up your mind? Come and witness the moment when the order is fulfilled."

"You, you, you idiot! I said, hello!"

Waver yelled in embarrassment that his will could be changed so easily.

Buceruface let out a rough hiss with his nose, as if mocking his panic.

A mere horse laughed at people in the same way as the rider. Thinking of this, Weber yelled, driven by an incomprehensible anger.

"I don't have Command Seals anymore! I'm not the master anymore! Why do you still want to take me with you? I—"

"Whether you are the master or not, you are my friend, and this will not change."

Weber knew that the words he said with the same smile as usual were for himself. At this moment, the toughest part of his heart disintegrated—despite trying to protect it, it only took a moment to destroy it.

Tears poured out of his eyes like spring water, and when they flowed down his nose, they mixed with the snot, making it hard for him to breathe, and it was even more difficult to make a sound. Even so, he still choked and asked.

"...I...people like me...really...really...can I be by your side..."

"You have been to the battlefield with me so many times, why are you still saying such things now. You idiot."

The King of Conqueror laughed at the boy's tears as if he was listening to a joke at a banquet, and patted his thin shoulder.

"Aren't you the man who faces the enemy with me? Then, you are a friend. Stand shoulder to shoulder with me with your chest up."

"..."