BMN Chapter 112 (Patreon)

Chapter 112: Waver: Will You Win? King of Conquerors: I Will!

"You foolish boy..."

The King of Conquerors shook his head. He knew Waver hadn't understood his true feelings.

He wasn't expressing regret.

A true king never has regrets.

In fact, if he had truly reached the end of the world before he died, that is when the King of Conquerors would have been left with endless regret.

Because that would have meant his journey was over.

Not an unwillingness to press forward, but an inability to do so.

For a conqueror, an explorer, a life without further adventure is a dull one.

To reach the end of the world, return home, and then watch himself slowly grow old...

That was a sorrowful end the King of Conquerors could never accept.

A true man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide, not in a bed!

The moment Bai Luo declared war on him, the King of Conquerors knew he had met a kindred spirit.

A conqueror had met another conqueror.

Regardless of victory or defeat, this would be a fitting end to their respective adventures.

The loser would become a part of the victor's legacy.

And the victor would carry the loser's ambitions forward, to witness an even wider world.

"Rider?"

"Hm?"

"Will you win?"

Waver was beginning to understand the King of Conquerors, to grasp the true desire that drove him to manifest as a Heroic Spirit.

"Ah."

The King of Conquerors snapped the reins, driving the thundering chariot forward. "I will!"

……

Leaving the confident King of Conquerors aside, Bai Luo had already returned to Ryuudou Temple.

He first inquired about Sakura's condition. After hearing from Shuna that the girl was recovering well, he was relieved.

"Lord Bai Luo."

Back in the village in the Cardinal World, Bai Luo withdrew his consciousness from his Heroic Spirit form.

He gathered the Goblins, Direwolves, and Kijin who had participated in the previous battle, selecting the already-appointed captains to discuss the plans for tomorrow's war.

"Violet will be the commander-in-chief for this battle."

"Ice Empress, Ponpon."

Bai Luo instructed, "The two of you may participate, but do not display your full strength."

"Poni!"

"I know my limits."

The two of them were Bai Luo's strongest trump cards. It would be a waste to use them on the King of Conquerors.

In terms of pure combat power, the Ice Empress alone, much like Gilgamesh in the anime, could shatter the King of Conquerors' Reality Marble with a single Anti-World Noble Phantasm.

But that would be meaningless to Bai Luo.

He didn't just want victory; he wanted to analyze the King of Conquerors' Army of the King as much as possible.

That was why he had assembled a massive army of monsters.

All for this one battle.

"This battle is of the utmost importance."

Bai Luo said, "I expect you all to put on a brilliant performance."

His words instantly ignited a fire within the monsters.

They were not just here to make up the numbers.

They were a vital part of the fighting force!

"We will do our utmost to create an opportunity for Lady Violet to analyze the enemy!"

Seeing their determined expressions, Bai Luo was very satisfied. "Then I'll leave it to you. Let the Heroic Spirits of that other world feel the power of our monster race."

…….

Time flew by. The sun rose and set, and in the blink of an eye, night had fallen on the second day.

The vermilion steel bridge stretched across the river.

Under the lights, Artoria, who had arrived early with Irisviel disguised as her Master, watched nervously as Bai Luo stood with his eyes closed in meditation.

"Lancer!"

"Please do not worry, Master."

It wasn't just Saber and Gilgamesh who knew of this battle; Lancer was here as well.

"So you came too, Lancer."

"Ah, my apologies for coming uninvited."

Diarmuid said, "But I could not bear to miss such a grand event with my own eyes."

"I wonder if I might have the honor of witnessing it?"

"You may."

Bai Luo opened his eyes and casually granted Diarmuid's request.

"Thank you."

Diarmuid gave a slight nod, then moved to stand beside Artoria.

This scene caused Diarmuid's new Master—Kayneth's fiancée, Sola-Ui—to feel a pang of jealousy. Charmed by Diarmuid's cursed beauty, she felt a sense of crisis around any woman who approached her Servant.

The reason Sola-Ui wasn't left at the hotel was simple: there was no safer place than by Diarmuid's side. It was better to keep her with him than to try and hide her somewhere.

Diarmuid would not make the same mistake twice!

"Lancer..."

"My apologies."

Diarmuid was helpless. This was the curse that entangled him. He truly had no desire for his lord's woman.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation.

They turned to see Gilgamesh, clad in golden armor, strolling toward them.

"What?"

"Has that fellow not arrived yet?"

"Tsk!"

Gilgamesh grumbled with displeasure. "To make this king wait is a crime punishable by ten thousand deaths!"

"He's here."

Soon, the King of Conquerors descended from the sky on his Gordian Wheel, striking the bridge like a bolt of lightning.

"Am I late?"

The King of Conquerors said, "I was delayed in dealing with some matters."

"No matter."

Bai Luo looked up, his gaze fixed on the King of Conquerors and on Waver, whose demeanor had clearly changed.

Evidently, they had gone through some profound, private journey of the heart.

"So, have you said all your final words?"

Bai Luo asked, "If not, I don't mind giving you a little more time to get your affairs in order."

"How sharp."

"You're actually angry, aren't you?"

"Come now, don't be so petty. Even a king has his inconvenient moments."

The King of Conquerors appeared to be playing the fool, but in reality, he was trying to provoke Bai Luo.

Unfortunately for him, he had miscalculated.

Not only did Bai Luo have Violet's support, but he himself wouldn't lose his temper over such a trivial matter like Gilgamesh would.

"That's enough, King of Conquerors."

Bai Luo said calmly, "Let us begin. Our war."

"..."

Seeing his little trick had been discovered, the King of Conquerors dropped the act.

"Whoosh!"

An inexplicable whirlwind suddenly blasted across the bridge, startling everyone present.

It was a scorching, dry, fiery gust.

Gradually, as if in a hallucination, they thought they could hear the roaring sound of wind sweeping across a scorching desert.

"Hm?"

Waver felt the fine, stinging grit of sand on his tongue and quickly spat a few times.

"Sand?"

"Why?"

Diarmuid was perplexed. Like Artoria, he instinctively shielded his Master.

This strange wind carried hot sand that should not exist here.

They all turned their gazes to the King of Conquerors.

The magical energy emanating from him was boiling.

Clearly, this phenomenon was his doing.

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