A Queen?!

From the lightning-encircled cart, a person jumped down—no, two people, and one was pinned under the arm of the other.

This man had a square jaw, sharp eyes, and a beard that added a touch of bravado. He was tall and muscular, wearing black leather armor and a red cloak, with a bronze complexion that suggested immense strength. He was none other than the Conqueror King, Iskander.

"Chariot," Saber's eyes narrowed as she looked toward the distant cart, tightening her grip on her sword.

"I never expected to encounter three Heroic Spirits; it seems my luck is quite good, ha ha!" The Conqueror King laughed heartily. "Before the king, both sides should sheath their weapons."

"Hey, you say Saber should sheath her sword, but the problem is, Lancer is using a spear!"

From a high building nearby, Kaguya, munching on cookies, couldn't help but retort.

"Hey, let me go! You're being too barbaric!" protested the person being squeezed, though his voice was weak and meek.

With a middle part hairstyle and a delicate appearance, he was slender and short, especially when compared to the towering Conqueror King, making him look like a child. He was Iskander's master, or rather, Waver Velvet.

"What's the matter? If you want others to recognize you, you should first train yourself to be stronger," Iskander said, playfully tapping Waver on the head.

"Ouch, ouch!" Waver, with his small frame, fell to the ground, covering his forehead and crying out in pain.

"This frailness won't do," Iskander sighed, shaking his head in dismay.

"Who are you?" Lancer twirled his spear and pointed it at the Conqueror King, speaking in a deep voice, "Why are you interrupting our duel?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Iskander slapped his forehead, revealing a bright smile, "My name is Iskander, the Conqueror King. I have manifested in this Holy Grail War as Rider."

"What is your purpose here?" Saber asked seriously, raising her sword. If Iskander made any sudden moves, he would feel her wrath.

"I know you all are here to fight for the Holy Grail, but I want to ask one thing first," Iskander suddenly spread his arms wide, his eyes sparkling. "Would you like to join my army and let the Holy Grail be given to me? Then I can consider you all friends, and we can share the joy of conquering the world together."

"Ha."

Saber and Lancer were taken aback by Iskander's words, looking at him with expressions of concern for a fool.

Lancer shook his head in resignation, looking exasperated.

Kaguya couldn't help but burst out laughing, even spitting out the cookies in her mouth, clutching her stomach in amusement.

This Conqueror King was just too adorable, completely oblivious to the situation and trying to recruit others. How could such powerful, principled Heroic Spirits possibly join him? It was as absurd as a company president asking a major corporation's chairman to come work for him and give him all their money. Only a fool would agree.

"I cannot accept your proposal," Lancer tightened his grip on his spear, snorting lightly. "I will only give the Holy Grail to the one I swear my loyalty to. Rider will definitely not be you."

"By the way, is that all you came to say before interrupting my duel with Lancer?" Saber frowned slightly, displeased. "As a knight, this is an unacceptable insult."

"Hmm," Iskander pondered for a moment, looking troubled, then rubbed his head and made a coin gesture with his fingers. "The treatment is negotiable, you know."

"Is it enough yet?"

Saber and Lancer shouted in unison, glaring at the meddlesome Conqueror King.

This was quite awkward.

Seeing the scene below, Kaguya covered her mouth, nearly laughing out loud. Why was this Conqueror King so entertaining? It was hilarious that he still wanted to recruit people during such a battle. If he were in the present, he would surely be a recruitment director.

But watching Iskander's struggles was also quite amusing.

"Is the offer still not enough?" Iskander scratched his head, looking distressed.

"If you keep talking, let me tell you that I am also the King of Britain. No matter who you are, I will never bow to you," Saber said, her delicate face turning serious.

"Seeking flowers."

"Oh, so you're the King of Britain, how impressive!" Iskander exclaimed. "I never expected the famous King of Knights to be such a little girl."

Saber's ahoge twitched, a trace of anger crossing her face as she said, "So, Conqueror King, do you want to try the sword in this little girl's hand?"

It was clear that Saber was infuriated by Iskander's bluntness.

"Ah," Iskander sighed, "It seems negotiations have broken down. What a pity, truly regrettable."

Kaguya couldn't help but want to retort; with remarks like that, how could negotiations succeed?

At that moment, Iskander suddenly turned his head and looked in Kaguya's direction, saying, "Hey, after eavesdropping for so long, shouldn't you show yourself? Sneaking around isn't the behavior of a hero."

"Ah?" Kaguya widened her eyes in surprise and then smiled faintly, "I was actually discovered?"

Her figure gradually faded like mist, and at the same time, a stunning silver-haired loli appeared before them.

"I didn't expect you to find me; that's quite impressive," Kaguya walked over gracefully, laughing lightly, "Conqueror King."

Saber and Lancer were both taken aback, staring at the little girl who had suddenly appeared. They had no idea someone had been watching them during their battle.

"Ah," Iskander laughed heartily, "I only noticed you when you laughed just now; I can't say I discovered you on my own."

"So that's how it is," Kaguya realized.

But speaking of it, your hearing is quite sharp; even at this distance, you could still hear me.

"Not bad, not bad." Iskander rubbed his chin, walking in circles and sizing up Kaguya.

"What?" Kaguya felt somewhat baffled by Iskander's gaze.

"Not bad," Iskander grinned widely, revealing his white teeth. "Very good. How about considering becoming my queen?"

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