"Let me introduce you, this is my Servant, Saber, Altira."
Shortly after Gilgamesh and Rin left, Loreleija came out of the woods and introduced herself to everyone.
That's right, the Central Asian-style female servant who appeared earlier, who was called a "fake bastard" by Gilgamesh, was exactly the servant summoned by Loreleija.
She summoned at about the same time as Weber, and after the summoning was completed, she took Altira to meet up with Weber and his party. Halfway through the journey, they saw Gilgamesh coming in a golden ship. For the sake of confidentiality and caution, Loreleija chose to hide on the spot and sent Altira to check, which led to what happened before.
There is no need to elaborate on the summoning process. Loreleija is not a talkative person, nor is Altira, and both of them have a certain degree of military style. One speaks, the other listens, and they quickly reach an agreement. Over there, the two Iskandars are fighting happily, and this side has finished communicating and started to rush over there.
"Altira, that's a nice name. Are you interested in serving under me?"
Weber and Faker were not surprised at Iskandar's reaction. It was the instinct of the King of Conquerors to want to recruit talented people they liked, whether in life or after death.
"You can ask for any conditions you want. I will try my best to meet them."
"I refuse." Altira refused without any hesitation, "I am the king of destruction, the destroyer of civilization. I will not follow anyone because I will destroy everything."
"Woo~~~" Sifen shrank his body unconsciously. The smell he smelled told him that what the woman said was true.
"Destroyer of civilization!" Gray's arms trembled. It wasn't her who was shaking, but the sealed Holy Spear under her cloak was trembling constantly, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
"How cool." Flatt's abnormal thought process can be simply ignored.
"Great King?" Iskandar's focus was different. "So you are also a king? But Altira, I have never heard of a king with this name - Weber, have you heard of him?"
"No." Weber shook his head.
"She wasn't called that in history. Her name recorded in history books is Attila," Loreleija explained.
Trust is the basis between allies. The identities of Iskandar and Faker have already shown that Loreleya also needs to show corresponding sincerity.
"It's the 'Scourge of God'?"
Weber was moved. If you ask which king Europeans feared the most, it would undoubtedly be Attila, who destroyed the pride of Europe, Rome, and made half of Europe tremble under the iron hoof of the Huns. The so-called "scourge of God" is the whip used by God to punish. In the eyes of Europeans at that time, Attila was equivalent to divine punishment, which shows how much Europeans feared her.
Iskandar had obviously heard of this name, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't this the name of the King of the Huns, who was also famous for his conquests and ravages like me? I didn't expect it to be such a little girl. But there is a precedent of the Knight King, so there is nothing to be surprised about. I will say this first. The territory I have conquered is larger than yours, and the title of King of Conquerors will not be given to you."
"I do not conquer, I do not rule, I only destroy and reduce everything to nothingness."
Altira's mechanical answer made Iskandar knock his head in annoyance.
"Ah, that's totally wrong. This isn't a king at all. It's just a weapon, little girl."
"Yes, I am the weapon of killing, and the Master is the one who controls me."
"... "
There is no point in chatting today—even Iskandar, who is good at "refuting opponents with nonsense", can't help but think this way. The Knight King can't recognize the reality, so there are flaws. This person completely recognizes the reality and accepts it, and doesn't care whether others admit it or not. How can we chat
In desperation, Iskandar shifted his target.
"Saber's master, was she like this from the beginning?"
"yes."
Lorelaia nodded. Although she was also confused as to why the Whip of God was like this, she changed her mind and thought that such an obedient Servant was the most ideal, so she accepted the reality.
"It's amazing that you were able to find Altira's relic in such a short time." Weber exclaimed.
"It's easy for Bartomero."
"As expected of Her Majesty the Queen of the Clock Tower in King's Landing."
"Saber's master is also a king?" Iskandar became interested.
"The Clock Tower of the Magic Association Headquarters, Lord of the Law and Politics Department, Barthelmero, the King of Conquerors can be understood as the leader of Western European magicians." Loreleija gave the title neither servile nor arrogant, with just the right attitude. With the precedent of Faker, she knew more or less how to deal with these ancient heroes and would not make the same mistake that Kenneth had made.
"The King of Magicians seems very interesting. It seems that Waver is accepting your rule?"
"Only in name. The Clock Tower is a loosely organized organization. Although the Law and Politics Department has management authority, each department is actually autonomous. Professor Velvet is also the dean of one of the departments, and his rank is equal to mine."
Weber was stunned. He never expected that Her Majesty the Queen, who was always strong, would say such words. This was not just giving him face, but directly praising him to the sky.
It is true that the Law and Politics Department and the Modern Magic Department are at the same level, but the difference in strength is too great. Although Weber has developed the Modern Magic Department very well in recent years, it is not difficult for the Law and Politics Department to destroy the Modern Magic Department. In the Clock Tower, the only two nobles and Kenneth who are qualified to confront Barthelmero head-on are the other two nobles.
Iskander, who knew nothing about the inside story, patted Waver's back hard, his face full of relief.
"Well done, Waver. Well done. You are worthy of being my chosen subject. Are those children over there your subordinates?"
"Not a subordinate, but a student. My current occupation is a teacher."
"Hello, teacher. Aristotle and the priests of Amon are all teachers. You are no worse than them."
After receiving this evaluation, Weber looked at Faker calmly, and the latter glared back angrily. Faker had used Aristotle and the priests to belittle Weber, and now Iskandar used them to praise him - but Faker couldn't say anything back. Weber's current status in the magic world may be worse than Aristotle, but it is more than enough than Amon's priests.
"Aristotle of the Clock Tower, that's a great new nickname!"
"Flat, Aristotle is just an ancient man, how can he be compared with our professors?"
Whenever this topic comes up, Flatt and Sven would go into "real fans" mode, while Coles and Gray would quietly take a few steps away from the two.
PS: Loreleija: Well, I look at talent, talent, um, talent.