Chapter 82: The Question at the Feast

The moment the Conqueror King's words fell, the surrounding air trembled violently.

The beautiful field of flowers that had appeared before everyone's eyes ignited like a burning canvas, wildfires sweeping through it, scorching a black void in their vision. Then, the void expanded, revealing the true landscape standing upon the earth:

This was a battlefield piled high with countless corpses. The golden gorse flowers that covered the field transformed into an anvil-shaped army formation of charred bodies, and the petals drifting in mid-air became wisps of smoke that permeated the battlefield.

Alexia stood in the center of this battlefield. Her Greek sheer gown had transformed into a suit of armor: a black and gold patterned half-cuirass that exposed her arms, and a crimson skirt-armor inlaid with golden trim below. A crimson cloak with a white fur collar draped over her shoulders, fluttering and snapping in the wind.

She patted the wine barrel placed on her Chariot of Divine Might, laughing heartily as she looked at Suya, her voice ringing with a clear, metallic resonance. "What's wrong, Knight King? Are you perhaps not fond of wine?"

She split open the barrel's lid with one hand, scooped out a ladle of blood-red wine with a golden spoon, and raised the spoon towards Suya. "Or perhaps, you lack the courage to drink this ladle of wine with Us?"

Suya slowly raised his head. In his crimson eyes, he could see that the imaginary barrier that had enveloped the front, creating a false flower field, had silently vanished. Had he accepted Alexia's marriage proposal earlier, he would have entered that flower field as a 'Queen,' accepting the Conqueror King's favor amidst false beauty. But now, entering as a King, he could only step into a king's courtyard and battlefield.

Suya didn't mind a confrontation with Alexia, but if the price was the loss of his 'treasure,' then neither his pride as a transmigrator nor his pride as a 'non-human' would allow him to do so.

With this thought, Suya took a deep breath, his armored boots stepping forward, treading towards the king's feast.

At that moment, the wind carried the Conqueror King's hearty laugh:

"Before you drink this ladle of 'blood,' Knight King, this is the first question of this feast—

Fifteen years ago, the Feast of Seven Kings was held, shaping the world's格局. To construct the Tower of Divination and ascend to godhood, the Mage King proposed a trade with the seven kings. Although the seven kings knew it was merely the Mage King's scheme, they all traded with him for their own selfish desires, leading to kings no longer being kings, people no longer being people, and the world twisting into its current ugly shape.

And now, We are about to overturn all the old rules and constraints of this world, conquering everything We see! That includes that tower.

So—

We ask you—

In the great war that will soon follow, where only one of the seven kings can survive, and only one kingdom can remain. If you, as the Knight King, lead Britannia to victory, what wish would you make to that omnipotent miracle that transcends gods?"

Hearing the immense information revealed in Alexia's words, Suya's brows furrowed slightly, his expression involuntarily turning stern. He thought, What kind of ridiculous ultimate Holy Grail War is this?

"Seven kings, only one can survive?"

Alexia smiled, looking at him. "Precisely."

Suya spoke calmly, "Then I'll eliminate all of you."

Alexia raised an eyebrow, watching the approaching Suya with amusement, and asked, "Why?"

Suya's crimson eyes, like blood, gleamed. As he strode forward, he linked 1440 magic circuits to his heart, softly awakening the 'monster' slumbering deep within. His tone gradually became non-humanly authoritative, his fingernails silently growing hard and sharp. His reply could no longer wear the 'forged persona' he had created for himself. He looked straight up, his gaze becoming greedy and scorching, directly meeting the woman before him, and declared:

"Because I want to live."

"If this world only allows people from one nation to live, then it must be my nation. If this world only allows one person to live, then that person must be me!"

Alexia watched Suya, whose aura was beginning to shift as he approached, and a more ravenous, more satisfied smile curved her red lips. She continued to ask, "Then, what wish do you intend to make?"

Suya shook his head and said, "I have no wish."

"What I want, I will seize for myself."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Alexia, as if she had received the most perfect answer, let out a clear, resounding laugh like thunder. "Suya Pendragon, it seems We worried too much. You are worthy of taking on this most tragic fate of the Eternal King!"

Her gaze gleamed as she stared at Suya, who was almost before her, all worry gone. She extended the wine ladle in her hand. "Come, drink this wine with Us!"

"This is an unparalleled delicacy brewed by the Duke of Cornwall from the heart and tentacles of a North Sea Kraken! We chased him for three days to force him to hand over this treasure!"

Clink.

Suya stopped, arriving at the center of the battlefield, standing five meters from Alexia. He frowned, coldly eyeing the pitifully small 'ladle' in her hand. He scoffed, throwing Alexia's earlier question back at her: "Conqueror King, are you perhaps not fond of wine?"

Hearing Suya's tone, filled with disdain, as if to say, 'Can you even drink, or should you go to the kids' table?', Alexia finally reacted. She couldn't help but burst into laughter, raising her hand to uncap the wine barrel on the Chariot of Divine Might, and hurled the entire barrel towards Suya.

"Hm, oh? Hahahahahahahahahaha—Indeed, We were negligent. You can drink more than We imagined."

Thud!

The wine barrel, filled with blood-red wine, crashed before Suya. Above the liquid, subtle ripples twisted the air, faintly forming the image of a monstrous, fierce eye on the wine's surface. This was a phenomenon that could only occur from a massive convergence of magical power.

Suya finally nodded in satisfaction, about to reach out to grip the barrel, which was larger than himself, and drink heartily. However, just then—

The entire barrel suddenly shifted backward by three meters, pushed by a magical hand.

An ill-timed, delicate voice suddenly sounded in Suya's ear.

"Wait."

A man draped in a Greek scholar's robe, wearing a monocle, with brown-black long hair, holding a thick book in his hand, and possessing an aquiline nose and thin lips, suddenly emerged from behind the royal chariot. He stared intently at Suya, a gentlemanly smile gracing his lips as he chuckled.

"Suya Pendragon, are you truly the son of King Uther?"

"Do you perhaps truly consider yourself the King of Britannia?"

Suya furrowed his brow slightly, ignoring the fly that had appeared before him. He took two steps forward, continuing to reach for the wine barrel. However, a hand firmly gripped the other end of the barrel, preventing Suya from lifting it.

The suddenly appearing black-haired man smiled benignly at Suya and said, "Earlier, we discovered the corpse of the true Arthur Pendragon on the hillsides of the Cornish coast."

"So,"

"Suya Pendragon,"

"I am curious, with what brazen face do you presume to be here?"

Suya frowned, slowly raising his head to look at the man who was practically accusing him of being a freeloading imposter. He asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the King's historian, Callisthenes, responsible for recording the King's words and deeds." Callisthenes smiled faintly, then his gaze sharpened: "My Noble Phantasm can record past history, and by chance, while recording Hector's foolish deeds, I happened upon your deeds."

"Out of curiosity, I conducted a simple investigation into your history."

"At this very moment, I cannot possibly tolerate the birth of yet another deception."

"So, I will ask one more time," Callisthenes' face hardened, and he demanded in a cold voice,

"Suya Pendragon—"

"Are you fit to be king? Are you fit to drink with a king? Why are you, a fake through and through, even here?!"

"Everything about you is ridiculously laughable!"

Hearing this barrage of questions, Suya felt like a swarm of flies buzzing maddeningly in his ears. He slowly turned his head.

In his crimson eyes, his black, circular pupils contracted into thin slits. Suya couldn't help but laugh, his gaze cold and sharp like a lava dragon that had just broken free from its shackles and crawled out of hell.

He looked at Callisthenes, a slight, ferocious grin revealing his white teeth.

"You, are you even fit to question me?"