Chapter 434: · An Awkward Reunion of Monarch and Subject

"Kid Feng, hurry, hurry, Matsuwanko Matsuwanko Take it out and let us see!"

As soon as they returned home, the Conqueror reached out to Feng Xi impatiently.

"I know, I know, why are you in such a rush?"

Feng Xi took out the Holy Grail and placed it on the table.

"So this is the Holy Grail."

Several Servants looked at it with curiosity.

Although they had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War, everyone knew the outcome: they never even saw the real Holy Grail.

"So this is the Holy Grail. Holding it in my hand, I feel like I have an inexhaustible supply of magical energy in my body. Interesting."

The First Emperor picked up the Holy Grail, felt it for a moment, and then put it back.

Conqueror: "Can this Holy Grail grant wishes?"

Feng Xi: "Not yet, because it hasn't been filled."

"Hey! No! That's not what I meant!"

The Conqueror suddenly realized and said, "What I wanted to see was that mecha you were piloting earlier. Didn't you say you'd let me play with it when we got back?"

Feng Xi hadn't expected the Conqueror to still remember that, and said, "Well, there isn't enough space here."

"What of it?"

The Conqueror waved his hand and brought everyone directly into his Army of the King.

Seeing that the Conqueror was determined to see the Light-Energy Messenger, Feng Xi had no choice but to summon it again.

The poor Light-Energy Messenger had just finished fighting and hadn't even had a chance to rest before being dragged out again.

The Conqueror's eyes lit up as he looked at the Light-Energy Messenger, and he immediately touched it all over.

The only thing that annoyed him was that he couldn't pilot the Light-Energy Messenger himself.

The Golden Flash was actually quite interested too, but in his arrogance, he restrained himself from acting like the Conqueror.

The First Emperor was quite calm, as his Twelve Metal Men were all considered mechas, but unfortunately, his current class prevented him from summoning them.

Diarmuid even foolishly poked the Light-Energy Messenger with his Red Rose to see if it was a magical artifact.

After tossing about for a while longer, Feng Xi recalled the Light-Energy Messenger, and things finally quieted down.

Time quickly reached noon the next day.

【Ding! The quiz will begin in ten minutes. Please prepare yourselves, group members.】

【Ding! New group members "Sieg" and "Fionn" have joined the group chat.】

Sieg: "What is this?"

Astolfo: "Sieg! Are you alright?"

Sieg: "Who are you?"

Astolfo: "It's me, Astolfo!"

Sieg: "Mr. Astolfo! Is it really you?"

Astolfo: "Of course it's me, definitely not an impostor."

Teacher Ma: "Sieg, how did you leave the castle last night?"

Sieg: "This... I'm sorry, I cannot say."

Last night, Jeanne had entrusted Sieg to the care of a lonely old person, and before leaving, she had told him it was best not to tell others that she had saved him, especially the Black faction.

It seemed Jeanne also realized that her actions last night had been a bit over the line.

Gordes: "Hmph, despicable traitor."

Celenike: "You should have been executed immediately."

Astolfo: "Hey, hey, that's too much. He just wanted to live, what did he do wrong!"

Celenike: "Shut up, Rider. You're getting more and more insolent!"

Vlad: "Enough, let this matter pass."

Darnic: "That's right, do not argue over this meaningless issue anymore."

If Sieg ran, let him run; he was just an insignificant homunculus anyway. Their primary goal now was to reclaim the Holy Grail; they had no time to waste on a homunculus.

Caules: "Frankenstein, are you alright?"

Fran: "Aaaah."

Fionn: "Darnic, is this the Q&A group you spoke of?"

Darnic: "Yes, Lancer. Let me introduce you to the rules and how to use it."

Diarmuid: "My Lord, is it you?"

Fionn: "You are... Diarmuid!"

The reunion of master and servant was devoid of nostalgia or joy; there was only awkwardness.

Fionn mac Cumhaill, leader of the Fianna, Diarmuid's superior, a great hero who created numerous heroic legends, held a status in Celtic mythology comparable to that of the Hound of Culann.

Yet such a man had left behind a dark history in his later years because of Diarmuid.