Entry of the Hero King

Ishkander, the servant of the Rider Class, was going to make a celebration with other servants. He had asked his little master to take care the bottles and food until he reached to every servant. Even though Ishkander had no Independent Action, he was still under the parameters of his master, thus, mana was never a problem here.

Yes, he was personally going to invite them.

On top of that, he could familiarize with their base of operation and put a better strategy in order to beat them.

While he was wondering on what should be the best course of action to deal with the servants, he felt a presence of a familiar servant.

"So you just came on your own, eh?"

He stopped his mount and stared at the top floor of the nearby skyscraper. The said skyscraper looked like it was under construction, but thankfully, there were no humans around. It seemed that the construction workers had left the work already.

"I can't help it. I want to finish you as fast as I can, otherwise, that monster will take the lead."

Under the familiar golden armor, Gilgamesh manifested into his material form and calmly moved towards the Rider servant.

As an Archer servant, Gilgamesh already has the Independent Action that allowed to stay far away from his master. But staying was not a tactical way to deal with a Rider servant and Ishkander knew this fact very well. Sometimes he wondered if the same servant, was the strongest servant that he had ever met so far.

'No, I should not think about such useless thoughts. I was searching for him to give the invitation, but it seems that the fight between us would be inevitable.'

He could conclude the outcomes of the battle with only one glance. And he was going to...

'...loss? How interesting. To think that I, the great conqueror of Macedonia, will be going to be defeated by the king who claimed himself as the ruler of Heroes? Should I happy over this or ...? Wait! He said something about the monster...'

Ishkander's mind was thinking over what he said and tried to look for the reason of his arrival.

"What do you mean by that? What kind of monster you are talking about?"

"No need to frustrated your brain over, I have taken it as my own responsibility. All you need to do is to just die right now."

With those words, Gilgamesh opened his Gate Of Babylon whereas Ishkander activated his own Noble Phantasm.

And then a one-sided battle began, whose winner was already assured of his own victory.

(Scene Change : Dockyard)

In the darkest tome of the midnight, a blonde woman moved forward to her destination with a calm and elegant speed.

Saber, otherwise known as Artoria Pendragon, was going to meet the enemy servant Lancer.

Few hours, a letter came to her master's mailbox with the location and name of the servant. At first, she decided to ignore, as this could be a trap from the enemy servant who wanted to eliminate her. But her thoughts changed when she read the name of the said servant.

So far, only the Rider servant has given his True Name in the 4th Holy Grail War, which seemed a rather stupid move from his part.

Therefore, when she saw that this servant was also giving away his name to lure her out, she understood what was going to happen here. And her rather coward, but intelligent master understood the whole plan as well.

Tonight, the mysterious Lancer servant was going to show off his powers to Artoria Pendragon. Much to her frustration, her name was glowing in golden paint over the letter, which was writfen by him. They knew her identity already, so what's the point hiding it anyway, she would give her all in this battle and prepared herself for this match.

If everything went according to the plan, then Kiritsuga would deploy the magical bullets to kill or even neutralize him.

'Such a lowly tactic. Only my master can think of something like this. I will show my master that fights can be won fair and square as well.'

Artoria was rather determined to disprove her master and his cheating in the Grail War. She would show the true capability of hers, so his thick brain might understand this simple notion.

And here she was, in the middle of the abandoned dockyard. Completely prepared to deal with the Lancer. Irisviel was hiding at home, so no danger might fall over her.

Saber stopped herself as she heard the footsteps of the Lancer servant, who was walking towards her like he was Ina garden and she would let him come towards her.

Flaring her inner mana, the servant of Swords spoke his true name, "Diarmuid Ua Duibhne."

The servant in front of her was the knight of Fionne, whatever they had studied for hours before making a plan that would ensure her victory at low costs.

"I wanted to see how good the King of Knights could fight against an opponent whom you have full knowledge of. And I promise you that —"

He took out his red spear and put his point at her and completed his words, "— I will give my all.".

"Seems like we are not far from each other in terms code of knights."

"Only time would tell."

With those last words, the Saber and the Lancer barged at each other with the neck- breaking speed.

However, in terms of speed, Diarmuid had more advantage than Artoria here, who was struggling to maintain her speed. But she had advantages as well, like her Mana Burst and her balanced parameters.

She was going to utilize everything in this battle, after all, not everyday a knight would invite you for a battle, especially if you were a knight of enemy master.

Artoria slashed with her sword in horizontal way, but a sidestep, the bigger one, was enough to dodge it. Then she used her vertical slashes, but the Knight of Fionne was fast enough to notice it and dodged them easily.

However, her onslaught didn't stop aalthat point. She continuously showered the barrage of slashes upon from every angle in a swift yet strong manner. Like a dance, she used her amazing sword techniques to find any single opening, but so far, the Lancer hid them well.

"It seems like this night will be going to be very long."

Lancer muttered while sidestepping from her another barrage Iof slashes.

(Scene Change : Ainz POV)

Watching the dance of two A ranked servants from afar, Ainz wondered how long the fight would last. He had promised his Servant that he could enjoy the battle against one of the servant when he would complete his second task.

The Prelati's Book was also a very useful medium to summon and buff his servant through rituals of madness. Ainz was reading this book to better utilize his summon, that is, his servant Lancer.

For this match, he had decreased Lancer parameters around that of Artoria's parameters. It was no longer the battle of parameters, but the battle of techniques.

'However, there are chances that the enemy servant would try to put their nose here as well. And I can see that happening.'

The presence of Assassin servant filled the dockyard and their target was pretty obvious. It was his own servant Diarmuid.

Thanks to his Overlord skill, Undead Blessing, he could sense other undeads as well, even if they were using claoking or stealth skills to hide themselves.

He used the telepathic link between the master and the servant to warn Diarmuid, who was even more ready to deal with these pests.

When two assassins tried to slice Lancer's head, Diarmuid jumped away from his usual place and torn apart the two assassins. It was swift yet brutal way to kill them. As he was already busy with Artoria, his overall parameters were pretty high already, thus, his simple attack was more brutal than it should be.

"Hmm, I am feeling another servant's presence behind me."

Ainz turned his head and stared at the distant sky. A golden light was coming at his face, but he swiftly teleported away from there.

As he was facing the King of Heroes, who looked rather excited to beat him as well.