The summoning was successful, and it can be said to be easy to do.
At the same time as the miracle happened, the ability data of the summoned Heroic Spirit also flowed into Waver's consciousness. The class was Rider, and the attributes had increased slightly compared to ten years ago, witnessing his growth.
Then, a huge figure slowly stood up from the summoning formation filled with white smoke.
His eyes were sharp, burning like a torch, and his muscles were stronger than those of a heavyweight bodybuilding champion, exuding an indescribable wildness and oppression.
Even though Weber had grown from less than 1.6 meters tall to a tall man who was four centimeters taller than Mr. Zhuge, who was eight feet tall, he still looked very small compared to the man in front of him - both horizontally and vertically.
His hair and beard were so thick that they covered the entire outline of his face. He had a cloak made of the same material as the holy relic placed beside him on his back, and he spoke.
"Oh, I am glad to have attracted you. King of Conquerors Iskandar will pave the way for you! I ask you, are you my Master?"
The voice was so heavy and loud that even the earth trembled. The boys and girls who were still immersed in the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual couldn't help but cover their ears.
Weber, however, showed no reaction. He stared blankly at the giant man who walked out of the summoner, a voice echoing in his heart.
See you again, I finally see him again.
The conquering king who annihilated the Achaemenid Dynasty of the Persian Empire and established a country stretching from Greece to northwest India, the world's first vast empire, the king he was loyal to.
"I ask you, are you my Master?"
The thunderous voice sounded again, and the King of Conquerors asked again without waiting for a response. Although the question was no different from the first time, the joy on Waver's face disappeared completely.
The summoning was successful, but his purpose was not achieved.
The walking and catching chickens and tormenting himself were not only to commemorate their first meeting ten years ago, but also a fantasy hidden deep in his heart - he hoped to strengthen the bond between the two in this way so that Iskandar would remember him.
It’s a pity that although the rules set by the Holy Grail are not absolute, they cannot be broken in such a simple way. After all, the servant in front of him is just a familiar stranger.
"Hmm... Could it be that the Master I met this time is a slow-witted idiot?"
When he got no response the second time, Iskandar pinched his chin with two fingers, confusion evident on his face.
"Listen carefully, young man. Speed is the most important thing in war. Slowness is taboo. You are the Master of this King of Conquerors. You are the one who will conquer the world with me."
Weber had no reaction to these words, but the other person showed obvious dissatisfaction.
"Ah, it's still the same as before, a fool who can relate everything to war, an idiot who only thinks about conquering without considering the consequences, and a rude guy who always talks to himself and drags people into the chariot."
"Hmm? This voice..."
Hearing the complaints from behind, Iskandar's expression became even weirder. Turning his head, the weirdness suddenly turned into surprise.
"It's really you!!! Thank God, this is so great, so lucky, alas."
As he spoke and laughed, the rough king walked towards the female warrior who was dressed in modern attire. His eyes, eyebrows and mouth corners were all curved, making everyone feel the joy from the bottom of his heart.
"Are you wearing modern clothes? They look really good. I should change into some too. After all, we are going to conquer this world. Let us trample the world with our iron hooves once again!!! My half, no, my sister."
Iskandar treated Hephaestion like a brother, so it was no surprise that he treated Hephaestion's sister as his own.
"Stop talking nonsense, you warmongerer!"
Faker did not appreciate Iskandar's joy and invitation, and simply slapped away Iskandar's outstretched hand.
"You finally came to this world and got a second life, but you still want to start a war?"
"That's natural." The King of Conquerors was not angry at being treated rudely by his subordinates, and said with a smile, "The world is so vast, it is the stage for the hegemon... Hmm, I should get a map first to determine my current position and the position of Macedonia. Then I should conquer the countries along the way one by one, and return to Macedonia in triumph, so that the people of my hometown can celebrate my rebirth - ah, why did you kick me."
Iskandar became more and more excited as he spoke, and Faker, who couldn't stand it anymore, kicked him directly, finally interrupting his excitement.
"Because otherwise you can't stop being a warmongerer. You've always been like this... Once you talk about war, you'll never stop. I should have discovered this earlier, then maybe I wouldn't have become like this?"
Faker's mood became a little low. Before going to Fuyuki, she spent most of her time in the small library in Waver's office, where there were various books about Macedonia collected by Waver. She read a lot and thought a lot.
"Uh, what do you mean by this and that? Explain clearly." Iskandar, who had just been summoned and had lost his memory of the last summoning, naturally had no idea what Faker was thinking.
"I would have said it even if you didn't let me."
Faker snorted coldly. She had chosen to accept the new contract and stay in the world just for this moment, to stay with the man he disliked. She had to find out, she had to hear the answer from him in person!
"My king, my king."
She shouted and questioned loudly.
"Why do you pursue this kind of place? Why don't you give it up? You know it's just a dream, so why can't you let it go?"
Roar loudly and scold loudly.
"Why would you forgive those idiots? They destroyed everything you had, ruined your life, why were you still willing to accept them? Why were you still willing to hang out with those idiots even though you knew the outcome? What qualifications do those idiots have to continue to follow you?"
The voice became higher and higher, more and more mournful, and in the end there was even a hint of crying - she had the soul of a warrior and a will of steel, and only events that shattered her life and faith would make her so emotional.
"Why does the 'King's Army' exist? Don't you hate those idiots at all?"
The more magnificent the trump card that Iskander boasted about, the more intense the anger in Faker's heart was.
I can't understand it. I can't understand it. As the king's shadow warrior, she should be the one who knows the king best, but she really doesn't understand why this happened.
"Answer me, Iskandar!"
PS: In ancient China, eight feet is 184cm tall.