Fate: Hero of Justice Takeover-Chapter 120: [] The Mysterious Spear and the Kings

The venue chosen for the banquet was the garden in the castle's courtyard. The three kings sat on the ground, and Sakatsuki also took a seat in the vacant corner, showing no intention of leaving.

Apart from them, Kiritsugu had left the castle with Illya after ensuring her safety. Tokiomi, not staying by Archer's side, had gone straight to the castle's resting room, clearly uninterested in partaking in the feast. Only Waver and Irisviel remained, watching this banquet that transcended time.

The scars from the battle the night before had not reached this place, making it a decent spot to host guests. However, Archer was still dissatisfied.

"To think you would choose such a cramped and suffocating place for a 'Banquet of Kings.' Just this alone shows your lack of calibre. How do you plan to apologize for making this king come all the way here?"

"Enough with the complaints. Here, have a drink!"

Rider laughed, brushing off Archer's words as he handed him a ladle filled with wine.

"Though it looks a bit odd, this is a traditional drinking vessel from this country."

Waver wasn't Japanese, and Irisviel was the natural princess of the Winter Castle. As for the three heroic spirits, they were, of course, not from this era. Only Sakatsuki sighed helplessly and explained.

"This is called a 'sake ladle' or 'oil ladle.' It's used to stir wine or oil, not to hold red wine, and certainly not to be used as a wine cup."

"Oh, is that so?"

Rider, unembarrassed, laughed heartily and took back the ladle.

"No wonder the shopkeeper gave me such a strange look. I must have made a mistake. Hey, Saber's Master, do you have any proper wine cups in the castle?"

"No need."

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth lazily propped his chin on his hand, his lightning-shaped eyebrows catching the eye.

"Archer, didn't you say the venue was too poor? Let me fix that for you."

As the youth opened his right hand, a long spear appeared in his grasp.

What a beautiful treasure it was.

The slender shaft, with its intricate design, was a work of art. Dark blue streams coiled around it, refracting a crystalline blue light when hit by the glow.

The sharp blade was connected to the shaft by a moonstone, which shimmered under the moonlight, making the spear even more mysterious and magnificent.

"Oh, this is..."

Rider's face lit up with the smile of someone who had just discovered a priceless treasure. Even Archer raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his surprise.

In his Gate of Babylon, there was no treasure resembling this spear.

If Miyu were here, she would surely be puzzled—after all, her brother Sakatsuki had never shown this spear before.

"Don't stare too much, you two kings. Learn from Saber and stay calm."

After teasing them, Sakatsuki reversed his grip on the spear and plunged it into the ground.

In the next moment, magical energy surged, and a new landscape spread out from the spear, instantly covering the entire castle courtyard.

The white-haired, golden-eyed youth remained seated, lazily and calmly uttering words from his mouth.

"Bring forth the plates!"

And so, gleaming silver cutlery, plates, and cups quietly appeared in the air.

"Bring forth the table!"

A white satin tablecloth draped over a round black walnut table, with Dutch linen napkins embroidered with unknown crests placed upon it.

"Bring forth the thrones!"

A white-gold royal chamber descended with a thunderous crash. Outside the stained-glass windows, star-like particles drifted, as if they were seated in the center of the universe.

Of course, Sakatsuki didn't forget Waver and Irisviel, who were sitting behind their respective servants, dumbfounded as they watched the world transform before their eyes.

The youth who had created this spectacle withdrew the spear and nodded to the three kings, who were visibly shaken.

"Gentlemen, the table is now set with... royal utensils. Please, enjoy to your heart's content."

"Though I can't wait to dig in..."

Iskandar picked up a fork and knife with his large hands, tapping them against the plates, creating a crisp sound.

"But where's the wine? The food? The meatball risotto with fish sauce and wine?"

"With the King of Heroes here, I won't embarrass myself."

Sakatsuki directly passed the responsibility to another king. Gilgamesh, far from being angry, instead smiled with pride.

"As expected of a chef, your discerning eye for the inferior is your only redeeming quality."

Golden ripples spread out. Waver and Irisviel, having seen this before, knew it was the precursor to the summoning of countless treasures. They shivered and stood up.

But tonight, what emerged from Archer's side wasn't a weapon, but a heavy golden bottle filled with a clear, colourless liquid, like morning dew on grass.

"Watch closely, and remember. This is what you call 'The Wine of Kings,' mongrels."

"This is fantastic."

Rider completely ignored Archer's insult, happily pouring the newly acquired wine into his cup.

The rich aroma of wine immediately filled the royal chamber. Irisviel was momentarily stunned, then looked somewhat displeased at Waver, who, unable to hold his liquor, was desperately fanning himself with his hands, afraid he'd pass out before even taking a sip and be laughed at by Rider.

While Iskandar was busy pouring wine, Gilgamesh pressed his advantage, arrogantly addressing Sakatsuki.

"Chef, your performance was outstanding. This king is pleased—as a reward, you may choose any treasure from my vault as payment for your efforts."

"Oh, can I pick one too?"

"Silence! You brought nothing but a barrel of stinking swill, mongrel!"

Rider's request was mercilessly denied by Gilgamesh, who narrowed his eyes and continued to stare at the silent Sakatsuki.

"So, what will you choose, chef?"

Hearing this, Sakatsuki finally concealed the reminiscence in his eyes and looked up.

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"Are you testing my wisdom? Trying to challenge me in knowledge?"

Though he said this, Sakatsuki quickly provided an answer.

"Then, give me a golden apple."

"Chef... it seems you already possess this treasure, no? Are you mocking this king?"

Gilgamesh narrowed his reptilian eyes in displeasure.

"Already possess?"

Sakatsuki was momentarily stunned, then chuckled.

"Then, there's nothing you can give me, King of Heroes."

This was the truth.

The kings present were all men of great insight and could tell that Sakatsuki was not lying.

He truly held no interest in the treasures within the Gate of Babylon.

But why, then, did he ask the King of Heroes for the golden apple he already possessed?

Gilgamesh, however, did not become angry. At this moment, a certain intuition within him warned him that there was something unique about this youth—something worthy of him breaking his own rules.

This intuition came so suddenly and strongly that the ancient King of Heroes fell silent, making a decision in that silence.

If he had been summoned in the form of the Wise King, no matter how interested he was, Archer would never have broken his own taboos.

But this time, he had been summoned in the form of his most arrogant and powerful self, the one who had descended into the underworld and sought the herb of immortality. Thus, this king, with no regard for his own restrictions, chose to tap into the power he had sealed away for his own desires.

And then, endless possibilities revealed themselves before his eyes.

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