Saber:Rider?

Rider:I came because I wanted to see your castle. It’s kind of gloomy. And what’s with that armor? You aren’t wearing your fashionable suit tonight?

Saber:Rider, what are you doing here?

Rider:Can’t you tell? I’ve come to drink. What else?

Rider:You’re late, Golden Boy.

Gilgamesh:
My treasury houses only the finest of drink and the finest of swords. This alone should indicate which among us is the greatest of kings.

Rider:
Archer. Your finest drink is, indeed, worthy of the finest vessel. Unfortunately, the Holy Grail is not a drinking cup.

Gilgamesh:
The Holy Grail should already be mine. All of this world’s treasures, without exception, trace their origin back to my treasure house.

Rider:
Then you once held the Holy Grail? You would know it by sight?

Gilgamesh:
No. Do not consider me as you would some lesser being. The amount of wealth in my treasury long ago surpassed even my own knowledge. But that it is a treasure also means that it belongs to me. And any who would take it for themselves is naught but a thief.

Saber:
Your words are no different than Caster’s insane rants. It appears he isn’t the only Servant to have gone mad.

Rider:
So then, Archer… Of what manner of duty and rules do you speak?

Gilgamesh:
Of the law. The law I set down as king. You break the law, and I punish you. There is no place for discussion.

Rider:
Which means that we will have to resort to combat.

Saber:
You agreed that the Holy Grail’s rightful ownership lies with another, so will you take it by force? What makes the Holy Grail so important to you?

Rider: I wish for true incarnation.

Gilgamesh: Huh?

Waver:
Hey, wasn’t your goal supposed to be world conquest–

Rider:
Idiot. Even if magic lends us form in this world, ultimately, we remain Servants. I wish for rebirth, as a human, to live within the world in which I’ve arrived. And with nothing but my body, I shall defy both heaven and earth. That is the meaning of conquest. Thus it begins, then proceeds, and is finished. Such is the path of my conquest.

Saber:
That is hardly fitting of how a king should behave.

Rider:
Then let us hear what you would say.

Saber:
I wish for my homeland’s salvation. With the omnipotent wish-granting device, I shall avert Britain’s fate of destruction.

Rider:
Hey, King of Knights. Did you just say that you would change fate? Does that mean you wish to change the past?

Saber:
Indeed. Even if it is a wish that a miracle alone cannot fulfill, if the Holy Grail is truly omnipotent,it will…

Rider:
Um, Saber... Surely you do not mean that you would erase the marks you have left on history?

Saber:
Indeed! Why should that bother you? Why do you laugh? The country that gave me my blade, to which I offered my life, was destroyed. Why would it be strange for me to find that sad?

Gilgamesh:
Did you hear that, Rider? What that little girl, who names herself King of Knights, said? “To which I offered my life…”

Saber:
Why is that humorous?! To ensure their country’s prosperity, a king should make any sacrifice.

Rider:
No. The king does not make offerings. The nation and the people, offer themselves to the king. Not the reverse.

Saber:
What? Those are a tyrant’s words!

Rider:
Just so. We are heroes because we are tyrants. However, Saber, if a king regrets their rule or its conclusion, that king is nothing but a fool. Even worse than a tyrant.

Saber:
Iskandar, your reign ended with your heirs slain, and your empire dissolved into three parts. You have no regrets about that end?

Rider:
None. Not if it came to pass by my judgement and my retainers’ sacrifices… Its destruction was inevitable. I shall grieve. And I shall weep. But I shall never regret.

Saber:
You...

Rider:
Let alone undo it! Such an act would be a mockery of all who fought with me!

Saber:
Only warriors can find glory in destruction! Of what worth is a king who fails to protect the powerless? A just rule , with just laws… Those are the true duties of a king!

Rider:
So you, the king, are a slave to what is right?

Saber:
That is acceptable. A king is a martyr to their ideals.

Rider:
That is not how a person should live.

Saber:
If I rule the nation as king, I cannot ask to live as a person. King of Conquerors, you seek the Holy Grail merely for your own benefit. You could never understand… You who became a ruler only to satisfy your endless greed.

Rider:
A king without greed is even worse than a figurehead! Saber. You said you would become a martyr for your ideals. In life, you must have been a pure saint. A proud and noble figure, certainly. But who can truly admire the martyr’s thorny path? Who dreams of such an ending? A king… The king must be greedier than any other. He must laugh louder and rage harder. He must exemplify the extreme of all things, good and evil. That is why his retainers envy and adore him. And why the flames of aspiration, to be as the king is, can burn within his people. Proud king of chivalry… The righteousness and ideals you bore may indeed have saved your nation once. However, I’m certain you know what became of those who were saved, but left to themselves.

Saber:
What?

Rider:
You saved them, but you never led them. You never showed them what a king should be. YOu abandoned your men when they lost their way. Then, alone and untroubled, you followed your own petty little ideals. Thus, you are no true king. You are only a little girl, enraptured by a false idol of the king who serves others, but not themselves.

Saber:
I..., I...

Waver:
This isn’t fair! Why are there so many Assassins?

Assassins:
We are the one, become many. A Servant who is many and also one. A Servant who is one, but with many… shadows.

Waver:
A Servant with multiple personalities that hosts each one into a separate body?

Rider:
Saber! Archer! Here is our banquet’s final question. Must the king be alone?

Saber:
The king must indeed be alone!

Rider:
No, you don’t understand at all. I suppose I’ll have to show you exactly what a real king is.

Rider:
Here, my armies once rode across the land. The place all the heroes who stood with me, through joy and sorrow, will never forget. I can make this world real because it still exists within our hearts! Behold my endless armies! Their bodies destroyed, and their souls offered to the world as Heroic Spirits. And still, these legendary heroes pledge their loyalty to me! My bond with them is my greatest treasure, my path of kingship! The ultimate Noble Phantasm that I, Iskandar, possess. Ionian Hetairoi!