A towering figure stood amidst the quiet, modern library—a man nearly two meters tall, his muscular physique exuding raw power. His fiery red beard and wild hair complemented his piercing eyes, while a majestic crimson cloak billowed behind him.
For a man like this to appear in a peaceful library felt completely out of place—almost comedic, if not for the sheer absurdity of the situation. Unfortunately, the only witness, a certain panicked young man, was far from amused.
"Idiot! You absolute fool! Why can't you act like a proper Heroic Spirit?! And why in the world did you just break down someone's door!?"
Weber Velvet, a young mage with more grievances than he could count, was currently on the verge of a breakdown. Meanwhile, the cause of his distress, the mighty King of Conquerors, Iskandar, seemed utterly unfazed. Instead, he happily pulled two thick books from a shelf.
"Because I wanted these," Iskandar said cheerfully. "If I were a true hero, I wouldn't be able to take them!"
Weber gawked at the ridiculous statement. "So you destroyed someone's house… for two books?! Are you serious!?"
"Details, details!" Iskandar waved off his concerns before grinning. "Now, let's be off!"
Weber's jaw nearly unhinged. "Are you insane?! If we just run, we'll be labeled as thieves!"
Iskandar's expression turned exaggeratedly offended. "Thieves? Ha! Only cowards sneak away! But if we leave boldly, as if we own the place, then we are conquerors!"
His voice was filled with so much confidence that, for a split second, Weber almost believed him. Almost.
With no other choice, Weber yanked the books from Iskandar's hands and groaned. "Fine! You're a Heroic Spirit, right? Then just disappear! Right now!"
"Alright, alright! But you'll carry the books for me, right?" Iskandar laughed heartily—then vanished, leaving a fuming Weber standing there with stolen books in hand.
"WHY! Why is my Servant like this!?"
With no time to dwell on his misfortunes, Weber turned and bolted, sprinting as fast as his frail mage body would allow.
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After what felt like an eternity, Weber finally collapsed against a wall, gasping for breath.
"Tired… so tired… I swear, this better be far enough."
Just as he thought he had a moment of peace, a heavy thud echoed beside him. Looking up, he saw Iskandar, now comfortably sitting on the ground, flipping through one of the books.
"A world map, huh?" The King of Conquerors muttered, his expression one of pure fascination.
Weber, still recovering, wiped the sweat from his brow. "Okay, so… what's our next move?"
"Quiet, boy! This is important!" Iskandar said dramatically. "First, I must examine this world's territory!"
Weber let out a strangled noise of frustration. "Are you serious right now?! We're in the middle of a war!"
Iskandar's grin widened. "That's exactly why! Conquest requires strategy, and strategy begins with knowing the land!"
His large finger traced the map, his eyes scanning the details before he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! This is my empire? This tiny thing? Incredible!"
Weber sighed. "I told you, your kingdom was only this big back then." He pointed to a small section on the map, but Iskandar seemed even more excited.
"Small or not, it was mine! But now… look at this! The world has been fully explored! Ahh, this truly is a fascinating era!"
Weber, meanwhile, was seriously reconsidering his life choices.
"This is the Holy Grail War, Iskandar. A serious battle for an all-powerful wish. Try to focus!"
"Yes, yes, the Grail, I know." Iskandar waved a hand dismissively. "We need it to fulfill our ambitions. Six Heroic Spirits to defeat? Hah! No problem! That Grail will be mine!"
Weber groaned. "Where does your confidence even come from?!"
Iskandar's expression suddenly shifted, his voice growing uncharacteristically calm. "Do you doubt my strength?"
Weber stiffened. "Of course! I need to know if you're actually capable of winning!"
"Very well!" Iskandar's grin returned, but this time, it held a dangerous edge.
Without another word, he unsheathed his sword. The massive weapon gleamed under the light, but… it didn't radiate the energy of a Noble Phantasm.
"Uh… what are you doing?" Weber asked nervously.
Iskandar didn't respond. Instead, he raised his sword high—then brought it down with a thunderous crash.
Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking the ground before them. The air crackled with energy, and a deep, rumbling sound echoed across the space.
Weber's legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, his face pale. "W-what… what is that!?"
Within the dissipating lightning, the shape of something massive loomed. A presence so overwhelming that it sent chills down Weber's spine.
Then, Weber remembered—the legends of Heroic Spirits.
Every Heroic Spirit carried the embodiment of their legend, their greatest weapon—their Noble Phantasm.
And this… this was Iskandar's.
"This is my chariot, the Gordius Wheel!" Iskandar declared proudly. "A true steed of conquest! But it's not my trump card—not yet. That, my boy, is for those who deserve to witness it!"
Weber stared, speechless. His Servant wasn't just strong—he was terrifying. The sheer power radiating from that Noble Phantasm could flatten a city in an instant.
A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. "Holy hell… what have I gotten myself into?"
Iskandar, meanwhile, turned to him with an expectant grin. "Alright, enough gawking. We should go!"
Weber, still shaken, stammered, "Go… where…?"
"To gather information, of course! Find the other Servants, and I'll crush them!"
Weber groaned, rubbing his temples. "This is going to be a nightmare."
Iskandar clapped him on the back with a booming laugh. "Relax, boy! This war is nothing more than a grand adventure! And I—Iskandar, the King of Conquerors—shall claim victory!"
Weber, rubbing his bruised shoulder, let out a deep sigh.
"I swear, I'm never summoning a Rider again."
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