"The game was very exciting from the beginning. The teams leading the way are Get Money of Rin and Gilgamesh and Thousand Sunshine of Luvia and Karna! It's really surprising. I didn't expect that Archer is so good at this."
Gilgamesh laughed his signature laugh after hearing Olgamari's explanation, while Karna said calmly.
"A true king can do anything, ahahahaha."
"Because I also have the aptitude for Rider, driving a chariot is the most basic of the basics."
In response, Rin and Luvia said in unison: "Hey, I'm the one driving!"
After that, the two women started to PK with their eyes. Since they were roughly on par with each other, they could clearly hear what the other said.
"Hmph, let's have a showdown, Luvia Serenta."
"Just what I want, Miss Toosaka. Hold on tight, Karna, I'm going to speed up."
"You too, Gilgamesh, pass them around the next bend!"
The red and blue arms simultaneously steadied the steering wheel, the black silk and white feet stepped hard on the accelerator - er, something seemed wrong? But it seemed very correct - never mind, anyway, the golden sports car Get Money and the orange off-road vehicle Thousand Miles Sunshine increased their speed further, gradually widening the gap with the group behind - no, not completely.
"Another car broke away from the group and quickly approached the two leading groups. It was Webber and Iskandar's Macedonian Conqueror! As the largest and most massive racing car in this competition, the Macedonian Conqueror showed a speed that was not inferior to that of a sports car. What happened?"
"That's a given. Iskandar's riding grade is A+."
Weber in the car tried to adapt to the strong push on his back while pushing up his black (clam) framed glasses.
The Conqueror King's vehicle is a heavy-duty Hummer, and only this kind of vehicle can be driven comfortably by a big man like him.
"I am a professional cavalryman. No matter what I ride, I will never lose to other riders. Charge for me, Macedonian Conqueror!"
"You are not the only cavalryman, and you are not the only one with A+ riding grade. There is also me!" A relatively inconspicuous purple appeared in Iskandar's field of vision.
"This, this is - unbelievable! Another Rider, Medusa and her Master Matou Sakura also caught up, using one of the worst performing vehicles in this race - a women's bicycle." The commentary sounded at the right time.
Sakura, who was sitting on the back of the bicycle, complained quietly: "Is Rider okay? Do you feel tired?... Brother, why are other people's bicycles so awesome? Why is it that you only give your family such an ordinary bicycle with roller skates?"
"Please rest assured, Master. Although I don't know what your brother is thinking, I will never lose in terms of physical strength. I will definitely win if I bet on the name of Rider's job."
The final declaration resounded through the night sky. The players, spectators, referees and commentators all heard it because someone put a microphone to Medusa's mouth.
"I-Illya?" Sakura exclaimed.
"Yes, it's Illya!"
At some point, a two-wheeled racing car appeared next to the Medusa group, a pitch-black mechanical beast, Irisviel's proudest work.
Still wearing a black coat with black lining, Artoria looked focused, like a knight who had been in and out of the battlefield. Compared to a four-wheeled car, this two-wheeled motorcycle was more to her liking.
"You are not the only ones who have riding skills. I am also one of them. Run, my Ramle II!"
"Now, a new leading group has emerged."
After being silent for a long time, Illya, who has finally adapted to the high speed, officially returned to the hosting front.
"Two groups of Archers, two groups of Riders, and me and Saber—"
"It's not good to forget us!"
Along with a cold and arrogant voice, three-color rainbow light swept across the air, startling Illya. Fortunately, Olga Marie took over in time.
"There they are, the team of Bartemero and Altira. Another Saber, another owner of the riding skill. In a match like this, this skill is really a foul."
"Not only riding skills, but also Altira's unique stunts. It was a wise decision to paint the vehicle red, yellow and blue beforehand. I'll give you a compliment, my dark hand. But why a skateboard? Can't you just make a decent car, Shinji!"
That's right, the vehicles that Loreleija and Altira ride are skateboards, which are timeless toys, vehicles, and also one of the competitive events. At this moment, the first lord of the clock tower bent his knees and hugged his servant's waist tightly.
Unlike the Master's resentment, Altira seemed very happy.
"Master, I really like the feeling of being blown by the wind. I also like the name of the Great King."
Seeing Altira's rare smile, Lorelaia recalled what Shinji had said to her - she had always been curious about the life of a non-warrior, about life outside of a warrior.
"Another life? Never mind. At most I'll just lose once. Altira, just do as you like. Go for it."
"Thank you, Master."
Altira's smile grew brighter and brighter, gradually overlapping with the person in her dream.
About fifty meters behind them, Gray, the only one who did not change her clothes and still kept the cloak on her body, asked Faker beside her.
"Well, it seems we are the only ones left."
"Yeah, that's right." Faker, who was dressed in the same racing style as Iskandar, nodded slightly.
"You're not going to chase me?"
"No, I am the king's shadow, and my goal is to help the king win. It's enough for now. I will go up and help the king in the final sprint."
"Well, let's do it."
Gray's unusually calm reaction actually surprised Faker a little.
"Is this okay, Gray?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Aren't you very grateful to the Knight King? Is it really okay to help her opponent instead of helping her?"
"It's okay, because it was that king, my ancestor who allowed me to do what I wanted to do." As she spoke, Gray recalled the night when they met after the battle.
That's what Altria said.
"I heard about your situation from Merlin. I'm sorry for having a bad influence on you. Although it may not be appropriate for me to say this, I want to tell you that you are you, not me, not someone that others want you to be. No matter what you become, you are an independent and autonomous person. You just need to live according to your own ideas and do what you really like. No one can force you - if there is, come to me and I will solve it for you. Even if I'm gone, there is still Shinji, he will help you."
For Gray, what she wanted to do most before was to let Iskandar and Weber meet, but now she just wants to help her teacher win, it's that simple.
She, that is, she, the gravekeeper Gret, not King Arthur.
After listening to Gray's recollection, Faker said with emotion: "He is indeed a famous Knight King in history, but let's forget about that guy named Matou Shinji - he is not a good person. Look at the car he prepared. Let's not talk about its performance. The shape must be mocking our short stature, right! - And he also gave it a name like Lion. What kind of lion is it? It's better to call him a kitten!"
It was understandable that Faker would be angry. The car they were assigned was a kart, and it was a kart decorated with a lion head! It looked no different from a children's toy.