Shinji Matou at Your Service-Chapter 1078: Kings Meet-Up

A certain figure who represents the moon is currently in a frenzy.

Of course, this person isn't Altera. Although her true form, the giant deity, has lived on the moon for 14,000 years, she's ultimately just an outsider and invader. Now that the civilization of the Moon has perished, and the last Moon King has been eliminated, only the two princesses who carry the bloodline of the Moon King can truly represent the moon.

At this moment, it's the White Princess, Arcueid Brunestud, who is losing her mind.

The reason is simple: Shinji has organized such an interesting event, and she, the one who loves excitement and enjoys playing the most, isn't allowed to participate. How could she tolerate that?

Not to mention, there's even a grand banquet at the end, with so much delicious food and drink—how could that not make her angry and drive her crazy?

"Ahhh, I'm so bored, so bored, so bored! I want to go to the banquet!"

"No matter how much you go mad, I won't let you go."

The other figure representing the moon, the Black Princess Altrouge, looked at her sister with a deadpan expression.

"Well, actually, I'd like to go too," said Merlin, who was lounging nearby in the form of a black cat.

"Back in the day, I was quite the charmer in Britain. I used to attend all kinds of banquets, and many noble ladies and aristocrats adored me."

A plus sign began to appear above Altrouge's head.

Fou corrected him: "Fou Fou Fou Fou!" (Clearly, I was the most popular.)

The plus signs above Altrouge's head multiplied.

Even Blood joined in: "Hmm, I also like that kind of atmosphere—there are so many handsome young men."

Altrouge finally couldn't hold it in anymore: "Could you all stop adding to the chaos! And those humans too! What's wrong with them? Instead of battling in the Holy Grail War, they're hosting a Grand Prix and throwing a banquet. Have they lost their minds?"

"Well, well, don't be so harsh, beautiful Black Princess," Merlin waved a paw.

"Who would want to fight all the time if they could live peacefully? Isn't this much more harmonious?"

"But—"

"But what?"

"...Nothing."

Altrouge turned her head away, unwilling to deal with this group of fools.

"But seriously, if you want to attend the banquet, I have a way to make sure no one sees through us. Not to brag, but there are only a few in the world who can see through my 'Illusions.'"

Upon hearing that, Arcueid, Fou, and Blood's eyes all lit up.

"Really?"

"Fou?"

"My lord—"

"You—"

Altrouge was fuming.

"Don't be so quick to get angry, Black Princess. Everyone's been cooped up in the dark for too long. It's only natural they'd have some pent-up emotions. Instead of suppressing them, it's better to release them in moderation."

At this moment, Merlin sounded like a wise sage, speaking with reason and conviction, and his words were quite convincing.

Of course, after Altrouge fired back, his true nature was revealed.

"You just want to play, don't you?"

"Aha, you saw through me."

"But I admit, you have a point. For us immortals, the greatest enemy is boredom. That's why the Dead Apostle circle is always in turmoil. If you can guarantee there won't be any problems, won't be exposed, and won't interact with troublesome figures—especially Shinji Matou—I'll allow it."

"I swear on my title as a Grand Caster," Merlin agreed without hesitation. "You guys?"

"Fou Fou!" (Agreed.)

"Agreed."

"Seconded."

"Well then, let's see it, Grand Caster Merlin's unparalleled illusion."

"Leave it to me—gah—"

"What's wrong?"

"Ow, it's been so long since I chanted a spell that I bit my tongue. Give me a moment, just a moment..."

"Fou Fou (Idiot Merlin)..."

Altrouge twitched—why did I ever think it was a good idea to trust these fools?

Although there were a few minor hiccups, Merlin was still one of the strongest magus in human history, a candidate for the Grand Caster position. His abilities were undeniable, and soon he cast his illusion, disguising everyone (and creatures).

The humanoid figures were all disguised as Einzbern homunculi, while the non-human ones were disguised as stray cats. They mixed into the banquet during the second half when everyone had started to relax or let loose.

At this point, all the Masters and Servants were in a state of either unwinding or going wild, and their awareness and perception had dropped to an unprecedented low. It was the perfect opportunity.

Of course, there were exceptions. A certain doctor who had been slacking off in a corner, and a certain golden king who had been enjoying himself for half the event before deciding to slack off, both suddenly paused and scanned the room in unison.

Near the buffet table, two women—both blonde, both gluttons, and both main-character types—were locked in a fierce battle over a plate of fried rice.

At the feet of the maids standing nearby, a white cat darted back and forth, occasionally lifting the hems of their skirts.

In another corner of the hall, a man and a woman silently observed two groups: one led by Lorelei, the female magus, and the other consisting of Waver Velvet and his students, who were having the time of their lives.

Finally, a black cat casually strolled through the banquet hall, circled around, and then quietly left through the back door. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Having seen enough, the two slackers stood up simultaneously and exited the banquet hall, one after the other, heading to the garden three corridors away.

There, lush green grass and blooming flowers created a scene that looked more like a vibrant spring day than the depths of winter.

In the center of the flower garden, a young man with white hair and white robes had already set up a white seat. He smiled at the two figures who had just entered.

"This is the first time we've met face-to-face like this, isn't it, my two beautiful kings?"

"As expected, it's you, Flower Magus," Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes and naturally took a seat.

"I didn't expect you'd manage to escape from that place."

Roman also tried to sit down, but Gilgamesh stopped him with a raised hand.

"In what capacity are you sitting here?"

"My apologies."

Romani paused, then shed his usual lazy demeanor. His appearance also changed—dark skin, white hair, and flowing robes. His aura and appearance were now on par with Gilgamesh and Merlin.

"I am Solomon."

In any other situation, he might have kept up the act. But in a meeting like this, where only beings of equal standing could take a seat, continuing to pretend would be an insult to the others. That's why Gilgamesh stopped him from sitting, and Romani chose to reveal his true self.

In acknowledgment of this sincerity, the two other legendary heroes responded in kind.

"Merlin."

"Gilgamesh—now speak, Magus. What's your intent in inviting the King of Heroes and the King of Magecraft here?"

"No ulterior motives, really," Merlin shook his head with a smile.

"I just thought it was a rare opportunity and wanted to meet you both formally. With our clairvoyance, we can see most of what happens in the world. What we can't see, we can infer. So why waste words?"