Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 927 - : The Reunion of King and Vassal

The summoning was a success—it could be said to have gone without a hitch.

As the miracle descended, the abilities and information of the summoned Heroic Spirit flowed into Waver's consciousness. The class was Rider, and his attributes had slightly increased compared to ten years ago, reflecting his growth.

Immediately afterward, a massive figure slowly stood up from the summoning circle, which was shrouded in white smoke.

His gaze was sharp, blazing like a torch. The muscles covering his body were more solid than those of a heavyweight bodybuilding champion, exuding an indescribable wildness and sense of oppression.

Even though Waver had grown from his less-than-160cm frame of ten years ago into a tall man who stood 4cm taller than the 8-foot-tall Zhuge Liang, he still appeared small compared to the man before him—both horizontally and vertically.

His thick beard and hair nearly obscured the outline of his entire face, and he wore a cloak made of the same material as the holy relic placed beside him. He opened his mouth and spoke.

"Oh-ho! I'm glad that you've summoned me here. I, Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, shall pave the way for you! Tell me, are you my Master?"

His voice was so deep and loud that even the earth trembled in response. The young boys and girls still immersed in the summoning ritual instinctively covered their ears.

But Waver remained unfazed, staring blankly at the giant who had emerged from the summoning circle, with a voice echoing in his mind:

I've seen him again—I finally get to see him again.

The King of Conquerors, who had annihilated the Persian Achaemenid Empire and established an empire that stretched from Greece to northwestern India—the first vast empire of the world, and the very king he had once sworn loyalty to.

"I ask again: are you my Master?"

The thunderous voice rang out once more as the Conqueror King posed the question a second time, having received no response. Although the second question was identical to the first, the joy on Waver's face completely disappeared.

The summoning had succeeded, but his goal had not been achieved.

All the trouble he had gone through—the walking, the chicken-chasing—was not just to commemorate their first meeting ten years ago. Deep down, he had harbored a hidden fantasy—that by doing all this, he could strengthen the bond between them, so that Iskandar might remember him.

Unfortunately, though the rules of the Holy Grail were not absolute, they could not be so easily broken. The Servant before him was, after all, a familiar stranger.

"Hmm... Could it be that my Master this time is a slow-witted fool?"

Having received no response a second time, Iskandar stroked his chin with two fingers, his face showing clear confusion.

"Listen up, young man! In war, speed is everything. Hesitation is a fatal flaw. You are my Master, meant to accompany me in conquering the world."

Waver showed no reaction to these words, but another person expressed their clear dissatisfaction.

"Ahh, you're still the same idiot as ever. Always dragging everything back to war, with no regard for the consequences, you conquest-obsessed fool! You never stop pulling people into your madness and onto your chariot."

"Hmm? That voice..."

Hearing the complaint from behind him, Iskandar's expression grew even more confused. He turned his head—and his confusion turned to joy.

"It is you!!! Thank the gods! This is wonderful—so lucky, ahahahahaha!"

As he spoke, he laughed heartily, the rough king striding toward Faker now clad in modern attire. Her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth curved upward, radiating a happiness that everyone could feel.

"So, you're wearing modern clothes? Not bad at all. I should probably change into something similar as well. After all, I'm going to conquer this world. Let's once again trample the world under our iron hooves! My other self—no, my sister!"

Iskandar had always treated Hephaestion as a brother, so it was natural for him to regard Hephaestion's sister as his own as well.

"Stop dragging me into this, you war-crazed maniac!"

Faker, however, did not appreciate Iskandar's joy or invitation. She slapped away the large hand he had extended toward her.

"After finally returning to the modern world, gaining a second chance at life, you're still thinking about starting wars?"

"Of course," Iskandar replied, unfazed by his subordinate's rudeness, his smile unbroken.

"The world is vast, a stage fit for a conqueror... Hmm, I should first get a map, and determine our current location and the position of Macedon. Then, we'll conquer the countries along the way, and march triumphantly back to Macedon, where the people will celebrate my rebirth—Ah, why did you kick me?"

The more Iskandar spoke, the more excited he became, until Faker, unable to stand it any longer, gave him a sharp kick, finally breaking his fervor.

"Because if I don't, you won't stop! You're always like this—you never stop once you start talking about war. I should have realized it sooner; maybe then, things wouldn't have turned out the way they did..."

Faker's tone grew somber. During the time before they arrived in Fuyuki, she had spent most of her days in Waver's small library, reading the various books he had collected about Macedon. She had read a lot—and thought even more.

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"Uh, what do you mean by the way they did? Explain yourself."

Having just been summoned, and without any memory of the previous summoning, Iskandar naturally had no idea what Faker was thinking.

"Even if you don't want me to say it, I will."

Faker snorted coldly. She had chosen to accept the new contract and remain in the world for this very moment—to stay by the side of the man she could no longer tolerate. She had to understand, had to hear the answer from his own mouth!

"O King, my King!"

She shouted, demanding an answer.

"Why do you seek such things? Why haven't you abandoned them? Even though you know it's just a dream, why can't you let it go?"

She roared, she scolded.

"And why did you forgive those fools? They destroyed everything you had, ruined your life—so why were you still willing to accept them? Why, knowing the outcome, did you still embrace those idiots? What right did they have to follow you?"

Her voice grew louder and more piercing, until finally, there was a hint of sobbing in her tone. Though she possessed the soul of a warrior and a will of iron, only events that shattered her life and faith could make her so emotional.

"Why do you have the Ionioi Hetairoi? Do you not hate those fools in the slightest?"

The more Iskandar boasted of his powerful Noble Phantasm, the more furious Faker became.

She could not understand—could not comprehend. As the King's double, she should have been the one who understood him best, yet she truly couldn't fathom why it had all turned out this way.

"Answer me, Iskandar!"