At this mont, even Gilgash felt imnse pressure.
He was strong, that was true.
So many Noble Phantasms, and among them were even divine artifacts of Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress, and even Anti-World class.
However, Gilgash had a fatal weakness.
As an Archer, he was not skilled in close combat.
With the strength of the four, they could easily inflict a fatal blow on Gilgash before he could react.
"Stand down."
Rin would not forget Gilgash's disrespectful words.
But if he attacked with words and you imdiately drew your sword, it would seem too petty.
"I forgive your offense this ti."
"But..."
Rin raised his eyes, his gaze cold. "There won't be a next ti, Gilgash."
"Gilgash?"
"He said Gilgash?"
"The oldest king of ancient Babylon?"
"So that's it!"
"No wonder he possesses so many Noble Phantasms, that's why!"
Gilgash rely frowned when Rin revealed his identity, but the onlookers, including Artoria and Iskandar, felt a stir in their hearts.
"Hmph."
Gilgash crossed his arms in front of his chest, he did not provoke Rin again.
The opponent's strength was indeed sowhat beyond Gilgash's expectations.
Furthermore, if Rin was truly King Solomon, then he really couldn't speak ill of him.
Not because of Rin's strength, or the threat of Shion and the others.
But because the man before him possessed the great achievent of dominating gods and demons.
What did Gilgash hate the most?
Without a doubt, it was naturally those high and mighty, self-righteous deities who enjoyed playing with mortals.
Compared to himself, who could only be a pawn, the man before him could toy with demon gods in the palm of his hand, making them bow down and submit.
Just this alone, even if Rin was not a king, was enough for Gilgash to take him seriously.
'Divinity...'
Just now, when Shion and the Ice Empress appeared, Gilgash had sensed it.
These fellows, without exception, all possessed divinity.
And this also ant that even if they were not gods, they were demigods, angels, spirits, or divine beasts related to gods.
"Alright, alright, the banquet has just begun, there's no need to be so tense!"
"Co, co, those who arrived late must drink a cup first."
Iskandar laughed heartily, beginning to ease the stiff atmosphere.
Upon seeing this, Waver and Irisviel, who had just been immobilized by the oppressive killing intent, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, they were still worried that Gilgash would refuse.
Artoria had even prepared to protect Irisviel imdiately if Gilgash suddenly erupted.
However, the turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations.
Gilgash simply took the ladle, and looking at the wine glass Iskandar offered, he didn't take it, but instead sniffed the wine in his hand.
This scene made Irisviel recall Artoria's words, calling this banquet a 'challenge.'
The venerable Hero King, facing several other Heroic Spirits who also claid kingship, inevitably had to accept Iskandar's challenge of discussing heroes over wine.
"What kind of low-grade swill is this?"
"Do you think you can truly asure the capacity of a hero with such inferior wine?"
Gilgash showed a disgusted expression, completely disdaining the poor quality red wine.
"Is that so?"
"Among the wines bought from the local market, this is quite a good, high-quality wine, you know."
"You only think that because you don't know what true wine is, you lowly mongrel."
"Since you say so, then you must have sothing good?"
Rin looked at Gilgash and provoked. "If you don't bring it out, I'll assu you're bragging."
"Hmph!"
Gilgash disliked Rin's attitude, but unusually, he did not resort to harsh words.
It was the sa old saying.
A man who could dominate gods and demons was qualified to stand on the sa level as him.
"Buzz~"
Then, the space beside Gilgash began to twist and distort.
Waver and Irisviel, seeing this sight, knew it was a prelude to the strange phenonon that produced countless Noble Phantasms, and imdiately felt a chill run down their spines, about to stand up.
However, what erged from the golden light was not a weapon, but a set of wine vessels adorned with dazzling jewels.
"Look closely, and learn well."
"This is what true king's vintage is!"
The heavy golden wine bottle was filled with a transparent, colorless liquid, and four golden wine cups were tossed to Iskandar, who filled them one by one and handed them to Rin and Artoria.
Rin looked at the ordinary wine glass in his hand and did not refuse.
If there's sothing good, why not use it?
"Oh, it's so good!!"
Rider, who drank the wine first, praised loudly with wide eyes.
Rin also did not hesitate, he had always wanted to know just how delicious the wine Gilgash brought out in the Fourth Holy Grail War truly was.
"Hmm?"
The mont the wine touched his throat, Rin felt an intense wave of happiness strike his heart.
"Delicious."
Rin wasn't very fond of alcohol.
But the taste of this wine was a top-tier flavor Rin had never imagined before.
The taste was both strong and refreshing, both llow and invigorating.
The overly intense gustatory pleasure directly overwheld his sense of sll, even dulling his sight and touch.
"This is truly amazing!"
"This wine absolutely cannot be brewed by human hands, is it sothing from the Age of Gods?"
Hearing Iskandar's lavish praise, Gilgash also smiled leisurely.
"Of course."
"Whether it's fine wine or swords, in my Treasure, there are only the most supre Noble Phantasms."
"Just this alone is enough to determine the capacity of a king, wouldn't you agree?"
He had also sat down cross-legged on the main seat at so point, contentedly swirling the wine glass in his hand.
"Is that so?"
Rin, while savoring the fine wine in his hand, said in a teasing tone. "Then, what do you think, between a place full of farmland and food but without enough army to guard it, and a neighboring country with a vast army, which one will be the first to bow down and submit?"
"You fellow..."
Gilgash's eye twitched slightly.
How could he not understand the aning behind Rin's words?
Gilgash brought out fine wine, using his wealth to prove his qualification as a king.
But Rin's rebuttal was:
Possessing wealth without the military power to protect it.
Such a king is rely a lamb to be slaughtered, only to be plundered by the stronger.
When that ti cos, even the weak will pounce on him, biting off pieces and devouring him bit by bit.
(To be continued.)
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