Fate/Magus Path

30 Invitation

As evening approached, the dazed Waver Velvet woke up in his room.

The last rays of the setting sun streamed through the window onto his face. Last night, he had spent the whole evening attending a lesson on mystic code, dragged along by Professor Kayneth.

First, he had run around with Rider for half the night, and upon returning, he was pulled into a tutoring session by Kayneth that lasted the entire night. With Waver's poor physical condition, such a schedule naturally left him feeling exhausted and drained. He now wanted nothing more than to lie down on his soft goose-down bed and lazily sleep until tomorrow.

Sleeping in such a comfortable bed in a lavish room was a luxurious experience for him, a student from a common background.

Since Waver was participating in the Holy Grail War as Kayneth's assistant, he no longer had to worry about accommodation or living expenses. As for the issue of magical energy supply, Kayneth had specifically rented three high-grade magical energy reactors from the Clock Tower to ensure that Rider and Lancer could exert their full combat capabilities without the magical energy supply faltering during battles.

And with various mystic code available, Waver felt he had never fought a war so affluent in his life.

Although he was still somewhat fatigued, he could not fall asleep due to the loud commotion coming from two individuals that completely penetrated the hotel's soundproof walls.

"Shut up!"

"Hahahaha! Confidence and pride are virtues, but excessive confidence is arrogance. Which one are you?"

"Hahahaha! What this king pursues is merely to embark on the journey of conquering the world again. To conquer what I cannot conquer is my grand ambition; I do not think this is arrogance."

"Do you really have confidence in achieving this absurd wish?"

"Of course! Everything this king does will surely succeed! So, Caster, are you interested in joining my ranks and sharing this joy of conquering the world with me?"

Iskandar confidently stated, then extended his hand to invite the Count.

"Are you serious in inviting me, King of Conquerors? I'm not a hero or a great man."

"Hahaha! Of course! Even without knowing your true name, I can sense your extraordinary nature. For a hero like you, I must recruit you!"

"Krahahahahaha! You are indeed interesting, King of Conquerors. You know, arrogance can actually be divided into two types, one is due to insufficient ability, and the other is due to exceptionally grand ambitions. The former seems foolish, while the latter is a rare and precious kind."

"And which one am I, King of Conquerors Iskandar?"

Gazing into Iskandar's eyes, the Count smiled slightly; the answer to this question was already very clear.

Once the king who unified all of Greece with his iron cavalry and swept through the Middle East, how could such a conqueror lack wisdom and fighting spirit? The fire of struggle and conquest burned brightly in his eyes from the very beginning.

However, his image was evidently quite different from the intimidating and admirable king depicted in history books.

As Waver Velvet, his Master, experienced this deeply during these past few days spent with Iskandar. He had come to realize how unreliable history books were.

No one would have imagined that this disheveled, red-haired giant who preferred to stay in his room all day and often criticized military channels was actually the King of Conquerors Iskandar, who established the vast Alexander Empire and ranked among the four great commanders of Europe.