The Holy Grail War had already deviated from the norm, with the appearance of an eighth Servant and a second Saber—this was no longer a secret. However, upon seeing Nero, even Arer couldn't help but be moved anew. Without a doubt, that flame-like battle robe and blinding, deep crimson greatsword... she was definitely an Extra Servant, definitely a Saber.

Meaning, this Holy Grail War now featured a ninth participant, and judging by the current scene, it seemed they were summoned by the same Master?

The five figures in the field regarded the suddenly appearing trio with vastly different expressions. Irisviel and Waver, the two Casters, were so utterly stunned they couldn't speak, merely staring blankly, as if paralyzed by shock.

As for the King of Conquerors, beneath his shock, his gaze darted repeatedly between the red and white figures, clearly perplexed by these two Servants who looked identical.

As for Arer, having met Nero before, she wasn't overly concerned with her. Instead, her crimson eyes were fixed intently on Lily, clearly more interested in her, as it was Lily's connection that had initially led her to Lin Luo.

Of course, the most shocked person present was the King of Knights. After the initial confrontation at the docks the previous night, she had finally managed to suppress the image of that pure white figure and fully immersed herself in the Holy Grail War. She never imagined that just as she was trying to forget that white figure, another red one would appear!

For a moment, the entire feast fell into a dead silence. Yet, this quiet was swiftly broken.

"Since this is a Banquet of Kings, may we also partake in a drink?"

Stepping forward, Lin Luo calmly faced the astonished gazes of everyone, a composed smile resting on his face as he spoke, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Mongrel..." The expression of the golden-haired, red-eyed girl changed instantly. She glared at Lin Luo, her proud eyes tinged with anger. "This wine is not for just any mongrel to drink. Are you a King?"

"I am the King of Britain, Artoria." It was Lily who spoke. She held the Sword in the Stone, taking a step forward. Her pure white form radiated an immaculate brilliance, her clear gaze sharp as frost, meeting the other's presence with equal footing.

"Hahahaha! I am the Ruler of Rome, the King of the World! If this is a Banquet of Kings, how can I, Nero, not be present? You are correct; this is indeed quite the gathering, hahahaha..."

Unlike Lily’s poised composure—sharp as a drawn sword, yet never aggressive—Nero possessed a magnificent presence, emanating an air of singular supremacy. Her arrogant and domineering aura was unstoppable, radiating sheer might.

If Lily was the sharp sword piercing the heavens, then Nero was the peerless blade sweeping through legions.

"Hmph..." There was no room for doubt; even the King of Heroes had to admit that the kingly aura radiating from the two before him was extraordinary. They were certainly not comparable to some petty 'local landlord' who crawled out of some corner. This was an aura only felt between supreme monarchs.

"If you are a King, then you may drink!" After a brief moment of shock, the King of Conquerors boomed out a laugh, his gaze sweeping over Nero. "Ruler of Rome, are you Nero Claudius?"

"Indeed!" Nero lifted her head proudly, showing no intent to hide. If she dared not even reveal her name, she would be unworthy of the title 'Tyrant.' "And you are?"

"The King of Conquerors, Iskandar the Great."

"Very well." Nodding as if in recognition, Nero looked toward the other two royal young women. "I know who this one is—the King of Knights. Ah, it seems she is the same person as my one, just from a different parallel world. Hahaha, how interesting."

After laughing at the genuine King of Knights, whose face was ashen, she turned to the golden-haired, red-eyed girl. "As for this one, Zhen knows who you are, but... keeping secrets to oneself is always more enjoyable, haha."

"You mongrel!" The girl immediately glared back, murderous intent flashing in her eyes. Nero's words deeply irritated her, making her feel utterly dismissed in Nero's eyes.

"You dare insult Zhen?" In turn, Nero was not to be outdone. It appeared the battle left unfinished between them last time was about to resume.

However, before the conflict could escalate further, the King of Conquerors acted as a peacemaker. "Enough, enough. Now is the time for drinking, not for brawling. Whatever grievances you hold, it won't be too late to settle them after the feast."

Although both Nero and the King of Heroes were exceptionally arrogant individuals, the words of the King of Conquerors could not simply be ignored, and a fight was indeed unsuitable before the banquet officially began.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, Arer found a seat. Immediately afterward, Nero and Lily also settled down. But before the feast could commence, a sudden voice echoed in everyone's ears: "The Banquet of Kings? This one wants a drink too."

"Hmm? Who said that?" The King of Conquerors looked around in confusion, failing to spot anyone. He turned to Nero and Lily. "Did you bring anyone else?"

"I am right here!" Before either of them could answer, the voice sounded again, laced with a hint of displeasure.

Sensing the source of the sound, everyone subconsciously looked down, only to discover a tiny figure, no taller than thirty centimeters, standing on the table.

Is this the king of some Lilliputian nation? The King of Knights and the King of Heroes exchanged glances.

"Hmph! I am the strongest King Arthur!" Realizing she had successfully drawn everyone's attention, the small Saber immediately placed her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. She completely abandoned her usual timidity and fearlessly met the kings' gazes.

In an instant, everyone was speechless, staring at the palm-sized girl with utter bewilderment. Finally, the King of Conquerors turned his gaze to Lin Luo. "Is this one also yours?" As he asked this, everyone except Nero and Lily looked toward Lin Luo.

"Yes," Lin Luo replied with a smile, nodding. Then, under the stunned gaze of the genuine King of Knights, he pointed to Lily and said, "Like her, she is a King of Knights from a parallel world. Well, although I'm not entirely sure why things turned out this way, her identity is beyond doubt."

Upon hearing Lin Luo's response, the true King of Knights clutched her head in anguish. She felt numb; she no longer wished to understand any of the reasons. In her mind, she desperately repeated: This is from a parallel world, this is from a parallel world, this is from a parallel world...

"You single-handedly have three of them? And all are Sabers?"

The voice was filled with shock. The one speaking was Irisviel. Once she pointed it out, everyone finally realized the crux of the matter. It wasn't just about having multiple Kings; more importantly, how could one Master command three Sabers? What in the world was going on? This wasn't just breaking convention; it was pure fantasy.

If anyone had told them before this that one Master could possess three Sabers, they would have assumed that person was insane!

"Yes," Lin Luo confirmed, not denying it. Although Lily wasn't truly his, his Command Spells could summon one more, so claiming three wasn't an exaggeration.

"This... this is impossible..." Irisviel found it utterly unbelievable, despite the facts laid out before her.

"That is the reality. Of course, I'm afraid I cannot disclose the reasons," Lin Luo said with a shrug and a smile. "By the way, this is a Banquet of Kings. Isn't this the wrong time for discussing such strange matters?"

"Correct. This is the Banquet of Kings. We talk only of Kings, and we drink only wine!" The King of Conquerors nodded, his gaze falling upon the tiny King on the table. He stroked his chin in thought for a moment. "...Hmm. Although she is quite small, she is a King nonetheless. She can drink."

"I am not small, you big oaf!" The little Saber protested loudly.

Despite being called a big oaf, the King of Conquerors was not angered in the least; instead, he burst into loud laughter, finding the exchange highly amusing, which left the little Saber quite frustrated.

"Prepare a few more wine cups."

"Mongrel, it's not your place to command me!" The golden-haired, red-eyed girl glared fiercely at the King of Conquerors. However, after the insult, she still produced six golden goblets. But the King of Conquerors suddenly raised his hand: "Wait a moment."

"You mongrel, you're so annoying! What is it now?" the girl said with immense irritation, fire nearly blazing in her eyes.

The King of Conquerors paid no mind to her tone. "I wish for you to bring one more cup."

"Hmm... one more cup?" The girl paused slightly, then frowned. "Why? Is there another King here?"

The King of Conquerors smiled and pointed his finger at Lin Luo. "A person who commands three Kings. That person interests me. I wish to share a few drinks with this fellow."

"Uh..." The King of Conquerors' words stunned not only Arer but also Lin Luo for a moment. His intention had merely been for Nero and Lily to drink while he watched the spectacle. He never expected to have a chance to be the focus himself.

"Him?" The sharp, dagger-like crimson eyes swept over Lin Luo, as if trying to pierce him. The next moment, she suddenly pulled a golden goblet from her 'Gate of Babylon' beside her and swiftly thrust it toward Lin Luo, lifting her chin arrogantly. "Hmph, do you dare drink it?"

The cup was already filled with a clear, fragrant ** (Note: Keeping the ambiguity of the original text's implied substance).

Is the shining loli really offering him a seat? Lin Luo wasn't surprised that the King of Conquerors had said those words, but for the arrogant, contemptuous Gilgamesh to actually accept—Lin Luo found it hard to believe; it felt deeply strange.

But...

"Of course." After a brief moment of stunned hesitation, Lin Luo unceremoniously took the goblet. "Though I am not a King, a mere banquet is not enough to make me back down."

Saying that, he tilted his head back and drained the cup in one gulp.

At this moment, ascending the throne A