It was the Saint's goodwill:
"Please do not harm civilian lives."
"Please avoid disrupting the real world as much as possible."
"Please abide by the rules and avoid unnecessary trouble."
"Please enjoy this journey to the mortal world, and regardless of the outcome, may you all rediscover long-lost joy."
And Rider... more precisely, Iskandar, the King of Conquerors... understood her goodwill.
So, when his Master suggested "joining them." Iskandar didn't hesitate, signing his name on the registration form.
But...
As a hero, he naturally possessed a pride beyond mortal comprehension.
As a war, it would inevitably affect mortals.
He, Alexander Iskandar, the king crowned with the name [Conqueror] by the world, was not the kind of Heroic Spirit who would hesitate over the lives of ordinary people.
Compassion does not command armies... those who seek to save everyone can only become martyred saints, not emperors who rule the world.
Now was the moment for him to display his dominance to this world.
"Though I know it's unlikely, I still have to ask."
"Saber, and that unknown golden Heroic Spirit. Would you join me, Alexander Iskandar, and aid me in seizing victory in this war?"
"If you do, I promise to share the joy of victory with you... this glory, I will not hoard alone!"
…
A perfect example.
If you ever wondered how to offend everyone with a single sentence, take a lesson from His Majesty, the King of Conquerors.
... But that wasn't enough.
This level of "verbal therapy" couldn't fully showcase his grandeur.
"And to those Heroic Spirits hiding in the shadows, the same applies."
"If you're willing to join my ranks, show yourselves now."
"I will treat you as comrades!"
The King of Conquerors' roar echoed through the silent night.
The surrounding air froze at his words.
Not only the Roman Emperor but even the "golden, glittering" Heroic Spirit paused their enmity, turning their gaze to this red-haired giant who irritated them even more.
"What a nauseating mongrel... "
His opinion of this Rider was abysmally low.
He disliked that Saber, but only for her incessant chatter; he still acknowledged her talents as an emperor. But for this red-haired king, he felt a soul-deep loathing... an aura emanating from this man, a "kingly way" fundamentally opposed to his own principles.
"Comrades, he says… how dare he!"
With a grim expression, Gilgamesh redirected the Gate of Babylon's aim toward the boastful Rider, intending to teach him a lesson about what to say and what not to.
However, someone acted faster.
"Boom... "
A white light flashed in the night sky, mistaken at first for a star... but moments later, those on the ground realized in horror that it was a white torrent descending from above.
"Resilient, invincible, supreme!"
"Shatter, crush, grand acclaim!"
"Burst Stream of Destruction!!!"
…
Alaric soared through the sky.
A white light imbued with the power of [Destruction] rained down, targeting the entire street, including the Tohsaka residence.
This was the most merciless dragon's breath.
But who would know? Within this seemingly ruthless breath lay his greatest compassion.
"Die."
"If you perish like this, the rest will be simple."
Due to the Einzberns' "rule-breaking summoning" in the Third Holy Grail War, the so-called Greater Grail system had long been corrupted by All the World's Evil. Since it was no longer an omnipotent wish-granting device, its only fate was destruction.
Alaric aimed to resolve this catastrophic threat... one that could potentially end the world... through the simplest means possible.
The value of life cannot be measured on a scale... but when comparing the lives of a single street to the entire world's creatures, the choice wasn't so hard, was it?
Still…
"If you haven't had your fill of chaos, I'm happy to play along."
A faintly excited voice rose from the ground.
Accompanying it was a pillar of golden light, gripped tightly in her hand, nearly solid in its radiance.
The near-tangible golden light clashed and surged against the descending white torrent, erupting in a deafening explosion in midair.
[King of Knights]? [King Arthur]?
No, only Magus with a half-baked understanding of true history would believe such nonsense.
Artoria, wielding the holy spear... at this moment, she descended upon the world as the [King of the End].
A king who appears only when the world's end is imminent, destined to avert an apocalyptic crisis... but her very presence signaled that the true end of the world had begun its countdown.
"Such a nuisance."
Alaric glanced at the eager blonde with the ahoge standing on the ground.
He wanted to say something... but in the end, he only let out a soft sigh.
He didn't believe this ahoge didn't know why the Counter Force had allowed her to manifest with the holy spear.
But since she wanted to play... fine, then let it be a long-overdue [Dragon's Gambol].
"This body is the symbol of [Victory]... "
Conceptual sublimation.
A chaotic blue-black hue crept onto those pristine white wings.
[Blue-Eyes Chaos MAX Dragon].
This wasn't the Blue-Eyes White Dragon's strongest form, but it was undoubtedly its most brutal and ferocious.
Its claws, unbound even by chaos, could tear apart anything it wished.
The Dragon of Victory... so it could be called.
But at this moment, facing the king named Artoria Pendragon, it bore another, more significant title:
"I am the White King."
"Manifested in this world as a Berserker."
"... Red Dragon King, it's been a while."
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