Story of Longevity

　　 "How is it possible, who am I?! In the face of the enemy, no matter how powerful a heroic warrior, I will not take a step back from the conquering king Iskandar!

　　 Always forward! "

　　 With lofty ambitions, declaring bold words, the Conquer King Iskandar showed his muscles and a black iron sword...

　　 But...

　　 "Stupid! Rider, you idiot! ~ If you summon that treasure here, the whole house will disappear!"

　　 Jumped up and hung himself on Iskandar's sturdy arms. Webber wanted to prevent Iskandar from coming... but he was picked up by Iskandar Shun.

　　 Iskandar picked up Webber, turned in a circle in the air, and placed it gently on the chair.

　　 "Well, okay, kid, don't be so nervous, I know how to measure." Iskandar put away his sword and said.

　　 However, Webber, who sat in the chair well-behavedly, has calmed down now.

　　 He realized that, as a magician with calmness as a good character, he had just been infected by Iskandar's blood boil, and he was excited to say that kind of passionate words... it was too ashamed.

　　 Danger, danger, Weber reminded himself in his heart not to be infected by Iskandar’s "idiot aura".

　　 "Hey, boy, anyway... You are not regretted because of the death of Caster, nor are you afraid because of the power of Saber, so why did you lose your mind just now?"

　　 Iskandar's voice called Webber out of self-reflection.

　　 "You still care about this..." Webber said helplessly.

　　 "Of course, the troubles of the master are my troubles. As a king, what if I don't even have the capacity to tolerate and listen to the troubles of my subjects?"

　　 "My biggest worry now is that my followers have been violent against me, can you help me solve it?"

　　 "Ah...there is no way, forgive me for being helpless." Iskandar wrinkled his face and asserted painfully.

　　 "Hey, hello, where did your belly go?!" Webber frowned.

　　 "I just said I want to listen. Didn't I say that I can solve it?"

　　 Iskandar took it for granted.

　　 "Too much! Too much! You tyrant! ~" Weber accused a certain king of fraud.

　　 "Whatever you say, but the king is still the king! Hahaha..."

　　 Iskandar still laughed, and Webber still sighed helplessly.

　　 "Oh...rider, there is one thing I must confess to you, otherwise I always feel that there is a knot in my heart that I cannot convince myself."

　　 "Well, this king will listen to you."

　　 Iskandar sat down cross-legged again, took out a mahogany plate with [Salty Soy Sauce Seaweed Senbei] from the side, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth.

　　 In the past two days, Neon’s food culture in this country has deeply attracted the conquering king Iskandar. Whether it is beef rice or snacks, tea, and beer, all have conquered Iskandar’s taste buds.

　　He even made up his mind silently. If one day he can start to conquer the world's hegemony by himself, he must start from the neon country and use this country as his own logistics support organization...

　　 However, Webber, who didn't know what Iskandar was thinking about, saw Iskandar take out snacks, as if he wanted to listen to his own storytelling, he jumped the corner of his eyes twice, holding back no complaints. Start preaching:

　　 "rider, in fact, the fragment of the red cloak I used to summon you...I stole it."

　　 "Well, um, that's the case, did your kid sneak into any museum at night when the moon was high and it was dark?"

　　 Iskander, who has some understanding of modern society, complained.

　　 "No! It's from my teacher!" Weber corrected:

"The person who wanted to use your cloak fragments to summon you was originally my teacher. But I deceived the person who transported things for my teacher, intercepted your holy relic halfway, and fled to this city... !Rider, are you listening?"

　　 "Hmm, I'm listening." Iskandar asked, "Boy, where is your teacher now?"

　　 "Dead..." Weber said calmly: "My teacher, Kenneth Elmerro Archipold, is also the lord of the lancer of this Holy Grail War. He just died last night."

　　 "It turns out that...no wonder." Iskandar felt that things became clearer at once, and continued:

　　 "Then what, boy, let's change your sorrow, and die in battle is the realization that everyone who walks on the battlefield should have..."

"That's not it." Weber shook his head and continued: "Say it first. My relationship with my teacher is not good at all. He just degraded my paper some time ago and it is worthless, otherwise I will not Will be going to steal his holy relics and join him in the same magician's battle."

　　 "Then what are you shaking for?" Iskandar asked calmly.

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　　 "I want to prove myself... The reason why I participated in the Holy Grail War is to win the same war as Kenneth, and slap the victory on that person's face to make him agree that my theory is correct."

　　 Weber once again explained to Iskandar why he participated in the Holy Grail War:

　　 "However, the source that caused me to participate in the Holy Grail War, the man died very easily on the second day of the war..."

　　 I originally wanted to prove myself to that person ~www.ltnovel.com~ and slap him in the face, but the face that was supposed to be slapped by himself disappeared...Webber is very depressed now.

　　 very frustrated

　　 "Also, lancer... that spearman is very weak compared to King Arthur, right?"

　　 "Yes, the spearman's treasure is probably a specialization for people, but King Arthur's sword is definitely at least a city treasure, and it cannot be compared."

　　 "And rider you are much stronger than the spearman, right?"

　　 "Of course, I am very strong!~"

　　【Iskandall shows off his muscles.jpeg】

　　 However, the current Weber has no intention of looking at the dazzling tendon, and said calmly:

"Rider, I just couldn't help thinking about one thing. If I didn't steal the holy relic, if Teacher Kenneth summoned you, then there is a magic power that is dozens of times higher than me by Teacher Kenneth, is it possible... "

　　 "Hey! Boy~"

　　 Iskandar interrupted the negative Webber with a smile on his face, slapped him on the shoulder, and said:

　　"Yu, Iskander, the conqueror.

　　 I like you very much, and I am very satisfied with you being my master, so I don’t allow you to look down upon yourself.

　　Yu’s master is not the Kenneth who died with his followers early, but you

　　Weberville Witte!

　　 So, take up a little confidence! ~ Yu Zhizhu! "