Danmachi: Voyager of Worlds Ability

[65] : Hidden No More, The Servants Emerge

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"...This is bad."

Rider stood atop the arch of the Fuyuki Bridge, gazing down at the battle raging in the harbor. He muttered these words under his breath before rising to his feet.

"W-What is it?"

Seeing Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, display anxiety for the first time, Waver felt a surge of unease. He clung tightly to the bridge's steel beams and asked anxiously.

"Lancer has unleashed his trump card. It seems he intends to settle this quickly."

"No, it's not the right time yet. We can't let this continue!"

"Idiot! What are you talking about?"

With a clang, Iskandar slammed his heel against the steel beam.

"I intended to observe the situation until everyone had gathered, but at this rate, Saber will be at a disadvantage. If we wait any longer, it will be too late."

"Too late? Wait, weren't you planning to strike when they were exhausted from fighting each other?" Waver shouted from his precarious perch.

"Master, have you misunderstood my intentions?"

Iskandar frowned, a disappointed expression on his face as he looked down at Waver.

"I certainly hoped that the other Servants wouldn't fall for Lancer's provocation."

"But that's only natural, isn't it?"

"Rather than seeking them out one by one, it's far more efficient to gather them all together and engage in a glorious free-for-all."

Possessing the Noble Phantasm known as "Ionioi Hetairoi" (Army of the King), Iskandar had no fear of a group battle.

In fact, he preferred facing multiple opponents.

It was the only way to truly satisfy his thirst for battle.

"..."

Waver fell silent, stunned by Iskandar's response.

He realized the vast difference in their perspectives and was momentarily speechless.

Iskandar's words were far beyond anything he could have imagined.

"Gather them all together... and then engage in a chaotic battle?"

"Precisely! Opportunities to clash with heroes from different eras are rare. If all six of them assemble, I won't let a single one escape."

Gazing towards the distant battle at the harbor, a predatory grin spread across Iskandar's face.

"Both Saber and Lancer possess the fiery spirit of true warriors. I admire them greatly. It would be a shame to let them perish."

"But how can we not kill them?! Isn't the Holy Grail War a battle to the death?" Waver's voice was laced with desperation.

His frantic outburst was abruptly interrupted by a sudden impact.

"To achieve victory without causing needless death, to rule without inflicting humiliation – that is true 'conquest'!" Iskandar declared, his chest puffed out with pride.

He then drew the sword at his hip and slashed through the empty air, tearing a rift in space.

Accompanied by a swirling torrent of magical energy, his Noble Phantasm, the Gordius Wheel, descended from the sky.