"What? Afraid to drink?"
Gilgamesh looked at Hansen, a provocative and arrogant sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, his voice carrying a condescending contempt.
"Or is it that you also know your own lowly status and don't deserve to enjoy this King's gift?"
"This is a banquet for kings. mongrels without qualification should get lost as soon as possible. Or kneel down and beg this King; perhaps I will consider granting you a sip."
The entire area fell into a dead silence.
The wind stopped, and even the chirping of insects vanished.
Saber set down her wine cup, her hand silently moving beneath the table, ready to summon the Holy Sword at any moment.
She knew Hansen's personality all too well; this guy responded to soft tactics but never to force.
Rider also withdrew the smile from his face, his tiger-like eyes staring intently at Hansen.
After the night at the harbor, everyone knew that this man's temper was not as mild as he appeared.
Facing the King of Heroes' blatant mockery...
Hansen actually laughed.
That smile was as warm as a spring breeze, yet it held an unfathomable depth.
With a casual wave of his hand, that priceless cup of wine from the Age of Gods automatically floated up and fell into his palm.
His slender fingers held the crystal-clear cup, looking exceptionally elegant under the moonlight.
The sneer on Gilgamesh's lips deepened.
Drink it. Drinking this King's wine means you acknowledge my status.
Hansen brought the cup to his nose and took a light sniff: "The King of Heroes' collection... it doesn't smell like much, does it?"
"What?" The smile on Gilgamesh's face froze.
"If it were a beverage for mortals to quench their thirst, using it to rinse one's mouth would be acceptable."
Hansen shook his head and gave his wrist a gentle flick.
Splash—
That fine vintage from the Age of Gods was thus entirely splashed onto the weeds beneath his feet.
The crystalline amber liquid seeped into the soil, no different from dirty water.
Gilgamesh's smile instantly solidified on his face.
"But if you're bringing this out to show off in front of me..."
Hansen casually tossed the crystal cup back onto the table, producing a crisp clink.
"You call this wine? Even a dog wouldn't drink it."
Rider:???
To the side, the King of Conquerors looked down at his own cup, which he had just drained to the last drop, and three question marks slowly emerged over his head... The courtyard was deathly silent, even the sound of the wind seemed to have been paused.
"Mon... grel!!!"
A roar that seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Serenities of Hell abruptly shattered this suffocating silence.
Gilgamesh's face, once filled with composure and arrogance, was now completely distorted by extreme rage.
The veins on his forehead bulged one by one, as hideous as winding earthworms, the blood rushing through them as if it would burst the vessels and spray out.
His shoulders trembled violently, and in his signature crimson snake-like pupils, a tangible fire of fury almost erupted. It was the rage of the oldest King of Heroes after having his dignity trampled upon by a mortal to his face.
"You dare... you dare take this King's gift..."
Gilgamesh's voice sounded as if it were squeezed through his teeth, carrying the chilling cold of grinding metal: "And waste it like this!!"
Buzz, buzz, buzz—!!!!
Accompanied by the violent vibration of space, above the courtyard of Einzbern Castle, a golden radiance erupted like a sun.
It was not warm sunlight, but a sharp edge filled with killing intent.
Layer upon layer of golden ripples appeared in the space behind Gilgamesh; the gates of the 'Gate of Babylon' were being thrown wide open.
Dozens, hundreds of noble phantasms emitting an aura of destruction poked out their sharp points—
Spears, greatswords, battle-axes, magic staves... every single one was a treasure passed down from the Age of Gods, and every single one possessed the power to shatter city walls.
The cold metallic glint, mixed with tangible killing intent, densely locked onto Hansen sitting on the grass.
Saber almost instinctively gripped her Invisible Sword, her magical energy surging as she prepared to deal with this overwhelming attack at any moment.
Even Rider withdrew his smile, his brow furrowed, his hand pressing down on the short sword at his waist.
At this moment, Gilgamesh truly intended to kill.
Who was he?
He was the oldest King of Heroes of humanity, the owner of the prototypes of all treasures.
In this world, there was only trash that he disdained; how could anyone possibly surpass him in wealth and taste?
Hansen's casual splash just now was undoubtedly a complete denial and humiliation of the King of Heroes.
However, Hansen, situated in the center of this storm, remained completely unmoved.
He simply looked at the enraged Gilgamesh, the playful smile on his lips becoming even more apparent.
"Ho, getting anxious?"
Hansen's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly penetrated the buzzing of the countless noble phantasms, reaching the ears of everyone present.
"Is this all the magnanimity you have, Goldie?" Hansen slowly stood up, brushing off non-existent dust from his trousers. "Since you think that is the ultimate treasure of the world, then today, I'll let you open your eyes."
Before his voice had even faded...
Hansen raised his right hand, his slender, well-defined fingers tapping lightly in the void.
There was no chanting of obscure incantations, no complex or exaggerated magic circles.
But in this instant, all the Heroic Spirits present—whether it was Saber with her top-tier Instinct, or Gilgamesh, a demigod with the Eye of Omniscience—felt a hair-raising shudder deep within their souls.
It wasn't a fluctuation of magical energy.
It was... a terrifying vibration of the world's rules being forcibly rewritten and the logic of reality being instantly distorted.
Imaginary Divine Power, activate!
The creation power that governs reality, illusion, and the mind descended upon this small courtyard at this moment.
"The sky... what's happening to it?" Irisviel let out a cry of surprise.
Everyone subconsciously looked up.
They saw the dark and oppressive night sky that originally shrouded Fuyuki City being crushed and melted as if by an invisible giant hand.
The heavy clouds instantly dissipated, and the countless stars that were originally far away and merely served as background decorations now became extraordinarily bright.
No, it wasn't just that they became brighter.
It was that the starlight had turned into a tangible fluid.
With a single thought from Hansen, the Milky Way high above the heavens seemed to burst its banks.
The brilliant starlight was no longer ethereal points of light, but had transformed into a surging, magnificent galaxy. Carrying a dreamlike blue-purple halo, it poured down from ten thousand meters in the air!
Starlight like water, scattering across the sky.
The entire forest of Einzbern was enveloped by this dreamlike radiance, and the originally gloomy night instantly turned into a fairyland out of myth.
"This... what is this?!"
Not far away, Irisviel's beautiful eyes widened, her hands covering her mouth, her face full of shock and disbelief.
"Reality Marble? The materialization of inner scenery?"
Not just Irisviel, but Saber was also stunned on the spot.
She felt the starlight flowing around her; those points of light falling on her armor actually had a real sense of touch and weight!
"Incredible..."
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