Chapter 646: Crossover: Sweet Dreams and the Holy Grail (14)

Ah~ beautiful ladies, what's a hundred chicken burgers? As long as Miss saber is willing, I can cook a thousand! I'm also a follower of the "chivalric spirit"! The chicken burgers infused with my love are definitely ten thousand times tastier than those mass‑produced fast‑food items!

Zoro quickly turned his head, expression speechless: "This idiot…"

"By the way, Zoro, aren't you interested in saber's sword?" Nami suddenly asked.

"That sword…"

Zoro squinted, trying to discern the sword's shape and length, but even with all his focus he could only just glimpse the swirling "air" around the blade as she held it, as if something were stuck to the sword, forming a natural barrier.

"Being interested is one thing, but unfortunately we don't know what spell she cast on the blade, so we can't see it at all. Still, a weapon that can become a 'Knight King' is surely not a mere ordinary item, right?"

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"Relax a bit, we really are friends," Hoshi stepped forward to advise saber.

Just as 100 Sky‑Ring chicken burgers were ready, Aunt Cuisi placed the massive, mountain‑like pile in front of the four, leaving Zhigengniao staring dumbfounded.

"Hoshi… you all ordered this many?"

With restrained elegance, the two Servants swept the chicken burgers off the table in one go.

After the two Servants ate their fill, they seemed to calm down, and the tense atmosphere finally eased. Yet after seeing saber gorge herself, Zhigengniao looked at her with newfound respect.

"Your Servant… has quite the appetite!"

Suddenly, Miss Note spoke up: "Miss saber, I don't recall any figure like you in Pinokangni's history."

Saber bluntly stated she is not from Pinokangni, nor from the history of the world the others inhabit; she was once the Knight King who ruled the otherworldly kingdom of Britannia. Since she isn't in Pinokangni's history, she shouldn't have been summoned by this Holy Grail War.

And besides her, there is at least one other Heroic Spirit from another world.

Zhigengniao asked, puzzled: "Forgive my naive question: what exactly are you Heroic Spirits? Are you truly the souls of historical figures after death?"

"For now, think of it this way—Heroic Spirits are those recorded by history. Through the Holy Grail's summons, they manifest with bodies formed of magic power and wield special abilities derived from their famous anecdotes in life… 【Noble Phantasm】."

Zhigengniao still found it hard to accept: "Uh, 【magic power】, 【Noble Phantasm】… do such things really exist in this world?"

"How to explain? This seems to be a world where mysterious entities are extremely rare; the 【magic】 I know probably can't function normally. Hence many aspects of this Holy Grail War differ from the past."

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Fate/Zero.

Hahaha! Saber truly has a kingly bearing when it comes to appetite!

In the room, Conqueror King kept slapping his own thigh, his boisterous voice shaking the nearby beer bottles, "She really is the ruler of a nation—how amusing!"

Well… at a time like this, you should focus more on her Noble Phantasm, right?

"Indeed, of course, but before that there's something even more exciting for this king!" The materialized Conqueror King suddenly rose; his over‑two‑meter frame cast a massive shadow under the room lights, his eyes blazing with unprecedented heat, like an explorer who'd discovered a new continent.

He spread his arms, his massive muscles bulging as if to embrace the whole sky: "Beyond that spherical world lies not only a vast universe, but also shining stars and unknown realms. The point is, I can go there, summoned by the Holy Grail, to that gathering place of gods and Servants!"

His voice echoed through the cavernous room, shaking dust off the beams. A few birds perched on the eaves fluttered away, vanishing into the night.

"Looks like this king must quicken his pace!" Conqueror King clenched his fist, his knuckles snapping like popping beans. "First, win this Holy Grail War, conquer this world. Then—" He pointed a massive finger at the glittering Pinokangni in the sky, "I will go to that Dream Capital, join their Holy Grail War! With the Conqueror King's dominance, let the whole universe resound with Iskandar's name!"

Weber wrapped the thin blanket tighter, muttering softly, "Talk is cheap… the Holy Grail War isn't even settled yet, and you're already dreaming of conquering the universe…"

"What did you say? Boy?" Conqueror King crossed his arms, sitting pensively, "Indeed, you also think conquering the universe isn't that easy, right? I've been thinking about the future—if there's a city as wealthy as Persepolis for me to raid, that would be nice. Hmm, I recall a firm called Interstellar Peace Company that's supposedly rich… The first stop of conquest should be to raid a corporate base for funds."

"That guy named Screw… a tin‑man, seems to be a king too; let's tentatively mark him as a future strong opponent to defeat…"

"Hey, rider…" Weber, behind the Great Emperor, pleaded helplessly, "Can you focus on the current fight instead of day‑dreaming? Those Servant monsters won't give you a chance. Look at the Master named Shajin—he can transform himself; you might not even beat him."

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Saber looked at her hands: "What now composes my body is no longer magic power but other basic elements. And Miss Note, as a caster, you should know better what's happening."

"…In life I wasn't any remarkable person, so being summoned as a Heroic Spirit still surprises me," Miss Note said guiltily, lowering her head. "I lack the strong sense of security that Miss saber has, and I've even lost my true name. I truly don't know what a weak Servant like me can do for my Master."

"Even so, the fact that you were summoned as a Heroic Spirit proves you once left a unique story in history. And in the Holy Grail War, a Heroic Spirit's power isn't the sole condition for victory."

Zhigengniao nodded in agreement: "Well said. My elder brother once told me, 'Pinokangni is a land of empty legends, lacking true heroes.' In his view, whether historical figures or legendary heroes, they're merely half‑truth, half‑fabricated images for consumption… like merchandise in a shop window, even dreams become reality‑show prizes."

"But at this moment, whether it's the otherworldly Miss saber or the past's Miss Note… I'm certain you are a truer existence, not a packaged commodity."