A whirlwind howled.
The wind was hot and dry, as if it were about to burn everything.
It wasn't like the wind in a forest at night, or the wind in the atrium of a castle; it came from the desert and roared in the ears.
Sensing sand in his mouth, Waver quickly spat it out.
This was indeed sand.
What the strange wind brought was hot sand that should not have been possible.
Rider laughed.
As if in response to the laughter, the whirlwind grew stronger.
"Today, I'll teach you what a real King is!"
An unidentified hot wind eroded the present world, and then, subverted it.
In the strange phenomenon that appeared in the night, distance and location had lost their meaning.
The dry wind with hot sand changed everything it touched.
"How... how can it be... like this?"
Waver and Irisviel exclaimed... This is a phenomenon that only people who know magecraft can understand.
"It's—a Reality Marble!?"
The sun scorching the earth, the clear sky, and the horizon blurred by the sand. There was no obstruction as far as the eye could see.
The Einzbern castle at night changed in an instant; there was no doubt that it was an illusion that had eroded the present world.
It can be said that this is the limit of magecraft that can be called a miracle.
"How is that possible... actually embodying the scene in one's heart... You're not a magus!?"
"Of course not. How can I do it alone?"
Iskandar, standing in the midst of the wide barrier, smiled proudly and denied it.
"This is the land that our army once crossed, and the warriors who have shared joys and sorrows with me have this scenery firmly imprinted in their hearts."
As the world changed, the five people who were originally surrounded also changed positions.
The Assassins, who had been in a siege position, were moved to one side, with Rider standing in the center, and Saber, Archer, and the two magi on the other side.
In other words, Rider stood alone in front of the Assassins.
Could it be that Rider intends to face the many Assassins on his own?
Just as Irisviel and the others were surprised, one figure after another began to appear around Rider.
"The world can be recreated because it is imprinted in the hearts of each of us!"
The King of Conquest shouted.
The figures around him multiplied one by one, and eventually formed a complete army.
As far as the eye could see, the cavalry, infantry, archers, spearmen—every soldier's face maintained a longing for the King, and their eyes were full of heat.
"Look, this is my peerless army!"
The voice of the King of Conquest was full of pride. He stood in front of thousands of horses, raised his arms, and shouted.
"Even if their bodies are destroyed, their Heroic Spirits answer my call. They are the legendary warriors of my faith, the eternal friends who have traveled through time and space to answer my call. They are my supreme treasure, the way of my King————! Ionian Hetairoi!"
EX-rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm. Continuous Summoning of Independent Servants.
Each of these soldiers is both brave and powerful, and some of them even have the same prowess as Lancer and Saber, or are even stronger.
This is the strength of "Ionian Hetairoi." Although the summoned Servants have no Noble Phantasms, there is no limit to their strength.
Even Archer, who possessed an EX-rank treasure, put away his previous contempt and became solemn.
And the ruby-like red eyes that looked at the King of Conquest were full of killing intent.
Although he recognized Rider's "way of kingship," Archer would never allow other kings to compete with him, and a fight with Rider after this was inevitable.
By this time, Rider had already mounted his warhorse and drawn the sword at his waist.
"Ravage them!"
Rider ordered without hesitation.
Then, in response to him, there was a huge roar, and the once invincible army shook the battlefield again.
Even the space trembled with their roar.
The Assassins, who were originally relying on large numbers, now saw Rider's "Ionian Hetairoi." In the face of such a strong army, they lost the courage to resist and rushed to flee.
But how could they outrun the soldiers on their horses? They were trampled to dust by the hooves of the horses.
This was not a battle at all, because the enemy had absolutely no courage to confront them.
It was not so much a fight as a sweep without suspense.
Wherever the King's Army went, there was no trace of the Assassins, leaving only a faint trace of blood and dust in the air.
"!!! Oooo!"
The shouts of victory were deafening, and the soldiers chanted, offering their victory to their King.
Then, one by one, the Heroic Spirits who had completed the mission disappeared.
Then, the whole space dissolved, shattering like foam, and the scenery changed back to the previous atrium.
The bright moonlight shone on the earth, the fragrance came from the flower-covered atrium, and there was not a trace of dust in the air.
Rider sighed as he looked at the red wine spilled on the ground.
"What a disappointment."
The King of Conquest sighed as he reached for the glass that Archer had placed there.
Then, under Archer's watchful eye, he drank his wine.
Suddenly, Rider let out a "huh."
For he found that the golden glass was once again overflowing with fragrant red wine.
"Oh oh oh!"
"... Tsk, unrefined mongrel."
Archer cursed, then withdrew his glass back into the Gate of Babylon.
His treasure is rare in the world, and it is normal for him to be coveted, so he does not feel any discomfort, but takes it for granted.
If anyone dismissed his treasures, it would be a sin that could make Gilgamesh angry.
"Stingy."
Rider, who had planned to drink a little more, shrugged his shoulders. Then he drew his sword, sliced through the sky, and summoned the "Gordius Wheel."
"Hurry up, little brat, get on."
"..."
"Hey, little brat?"
"Ahh... Uh-oh-oh!!"
Ever since seeing the Assassins easily defeated, Waver had fallen into a state of shock and did not come back to his senses for a long time, only waking up suddenly after being slapped on the shoulder by Rider.