Chapter 371: [371] King Solomon the Piss King and Roya the Brat Who Wants to Collect Heroic Spirits as Figurines [2]
Under everyone’s gaze.
Despite Solomon’s mockery and pity, Nameless remained calm as he met the king’s gaze: "Allow me to say something that might sound arrogant. I’ll persist because I believe absolutely in my path!"
"No matter what trials lie ahead, I will walk the road of my convictions!"
From the very beginning, he had possessed sufficient resolve.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have persevered through countless battles against formidable enemies.
Endless combat had tempered his will beyond that of gods.
No mere taunts could possibly shake him.
Mordred watched him with shining eyes: "Nameless, ever since meeting you in that Singularity and choosing to oppose Solomon, my dying heart has been completely revived!"
This man was truly extraordinary.
From their first encounter, he’d become someone whose footsteps she longed to follow.
Even her father had flourished under his guidance, becoming a mighty king.
Had she met him before her father, perhaps she too could have become a perfect monarch—
Ah, but that was impossible!
Without her father, she wouldn’t even exist—damn it all!
Mordred’s envy and resentment toward her father flared anew.
"Fate is nothing but slumbering slaves, and we will ultimately break free from it all," Nameless replied, looking at her.
The actions within the Singularities—known as the Grand Order—were meant to defy the fate of humanity’s extinction.
And he.
Chosen by Alaya, he had become the "key" to humanity’s door of hope.
As long as he lived, he represented humanity’s enduring hope!
Their conversation drew a cold snort from King Solomon: "Hmph, you are but insects. No matter how you struggle, you will never embrace the flower of hope!"
"Ha! Four of your seven Holy Grails have already been taken. What’s there left to brag about? Seems to me you’re just panicking over your failed plan and rushed here to salvage it, aren’t you?"
Mordred said with disdain, "Pathetic, refusing to admit defeat!"
There were seven major Singularities in total.
Four had already been swept aside by Nameless.
The remaining three clearly wouldn’t stop him either.
The mastermind behind it all was desperate!
That’s why he descended in such haste, eager to suppress—or even personally eliminate—Nameless and Chaldea.
He was desperate! Desperate! Desperate!
"Are you the biggest fool in the world? You’ve taken four Holy Grails? Hah, you couldn’t be more wrong!"
King Solomon spoke with pity: "Only by destroying all seven Holy Grails will your true trial begin!"
"To me, whether it’s one Grail or seven, it matters not at all."
"Now then, pitiful insects, I shall take my leave."
If his earlier words had been mere mockery and provocation,
his final statement left every Heroic Spirit present—and every spectator—utterly baffled.
Leave?
Weren’t you here to eliminate Nameless and Chaldea, to uproot them completely?
Mordred stared at him in shock: "Leave? Then why did you even come?"
"No reason. Just a whim. After finishing a book, one might get up to relieve themselves before searching for the next, no? That’s all."
King Solomon answered with utter nonchalance.
It was clear.
To him, Chaldea was entirely insignificant.
A humiliation so profound it was suffocating.
Chaldea had been scheming desperately, exhausting every resource to defeat him.
Yet now, he didn’t even consider them enemies!
Mordred was dumbfounded: "Huh? So you’re saying you just came here to take a piss?"
She couldn’t believe her ears. Never had she expected such words from him.
You are the grand mastermind who ignited human history, the one behind it all.
"Ahahahahahaha! That’s right, exactly! You’re more despicable than a frog’s piss, utterly worthless!"
Solomon laughed with unbridled joy.
As if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
He doubled over, shaking with laughter.
Looking down at the crowd, he sneered, "Understand? Whether I kill you now or spare your lives—it doesn’t matter in the slightest!"
"I. Don’t. Care!"
With the arrogance of a supreme deity, he mocked and belittled them all.
"You’re too weak, weak as insects. Only after you’ve destroyed all seven Singularities will I even consider you a ’problem worth solving’!"
After delivering this speech,
the tyrannical mastermind actually left!
He really left...
Just walked away...
The audience was utterly dumbfounded—
[What the hell? Did this guy just get up to take a piss and casually stroll through the Singularity on his way?]
[Damn! Forget "King of Mages," just call him the "King of Piss"!]
[As expected of the ultimate final boss—maxed-out arrogance and maxed-out stupidity!]
[Thanks for taking a piss break! If not for that, human history would’ve been wiped out!]
[Hahaha, when Nameless beats him, we’ve gotta throw this back in his face!]
...
In the living room,
Roya’s eyes widened in disbelief. "This guy’s a total idiot! Why didn’t he finish them off?"
It was beyond comprehension.
After watching so many anime, novels, and movies,
she always mocked villains who wasted time monologuing instead of finishing the job.
And now, even this grand mastermind who sought to incinerate human history and become the Demon God King of Gaia was doing the same thing.
What an irredeemable fool!
Illya couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "As much as I hate to admit it, we really should thank him for holding back. Are you even human, mocking him like that?"
At Nameless’s strength in the Fourth Singularity, there wasn’t the slightest hope of defeating him.
That guy was terrifying.
His third Noble Phantasm was equivalent to hundreds of millions of King Arthurs unleashing their full power simultaneously.
A level of strength that left one in utter despair!
Roya scoffed. "So he totally deserved to lose! If it were me, I’d have killed Nameless without hesitation!"
So stupid!
Why give your enemy time to grow stronger?
And even set up seven whole "dungeons" for them to power up through battle after battle?
Oh, wait—there was also the Holy Grail War as a tutorial level.
For the ultimate final boss, this was peak idiocy.
If she were in his place, she’d have gone all out without a second thought.
Deploy all 72 Demon Gods, plus tens of thousands of attacks on par with King Arthur’s Excalibur, and bombard them with absolute overwhelming firepower!
Not giving them even a sliver of a chance!
"Yeah, what a fool. How could anyone be that stupid?" Souma said, looking at her like she was a naive child.
"Right? Completely hopeless. Serves him right for losing to Nameless!"
Roya wholeheartedly agreed.
Nameless was humanity’s only Master.
Meaning,
only Nameless had the right to walk through human history, summoning Heroic Spirits to fight alongside him.
If the other party had acted decisively, they could have easily eliminated Nameless and Chaldea by the fourth Singularity.
From then on, no one would have been able to stop him!
"Yeah, serves him right for being defeated by Nameless!"
Souma couldn’t help but smile.
What an adorable little troublemaker.
How could anyone be this foolish?
This also confirmed that the other party hadn’t regained their memories yet.
They would probably only recover their memories after watching the entire video.
By then,
when they recalled this conversation with him, they’d definitely want to crush him to death, right?
Thinking this, Souma coughed lightly and said, "It’s not foolishness, just that the other side was too strong. Against absolute power, there’s no need for schemes!"
With their strength back then, they could have effortlessly wiped out Chaldea.
He and the entire Chaldea were like a bunch of hiding insects, too afraid to face them head-on.
In each Singularity, only one Demon Pillar appeared.
If all seventy-two Demon Pillars had emerged at once, how could they possibly resist?
"Indeed. My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror—all my deeds are for justice!"
Roya gazed at the screen with envy. "So powerful. If I had that kind of strength, I could buy all the Servant figurines and merchandise!"
She was so envious.
Green with envy.
Her words made Illya and Miyu both look at her warily.
Even if they couldn’t see through her true identity,
the two little lolis had recently felt an inexplicable unease around her, as if standing atop a volcano.
Since she could live with Souma all this time, just what was her real identity?
"Uh, that’s all you aspire to?" Souma’s lips twitched.
With invincible power, and all she wanted was to buy Servant merchandise?
She might as well follow Qin Shi Huang’s example and lock the Servants in cages to keep as real-life figurines!
But then again,
he was relieved she had said this. If she had mentioned collecting Servants, he’d have been worried.
The very next second,
Roya said dreamily, "You’re right, buying figurines is too small-time. I should ’invite’ all the Servants over to be my real-life figurines!"
"..."
Souma was already considering whether to pull out his belt and add a few more seals on her.
A mother’s sword slashes her wandering child,
A father sees his child not yet cold—and pulls out the belt!
But for a troublemaker like her, only Enkidu’s Chains of Heaven would suffice as a belt!
"Never mind, that’s a bit too inhumane. After all, I’m just an angelic, adorable girl," Roya said casually, swinging her white-stockinged feet.
The video continued.
On the screen, Romani Archaman sighed softly. "Saved... for now? As much as I hate to admit it, I’ll stay quiet."
Their first encounter with the mastermind had ended in absolute defeat.
But this was expected.
The other side was so strong that Chaldea stood no chance!
Mordred looked dejected. "Ugh, this is so frustrating. But there’s nothing we can do. I’ll take my leave now."
The enemy was too powerful, leaving her utterly helpless.
The last time she had felt this disheartened
was when she revealed her true identity to her father, only to be denied and rejected as heir to the throne.
Though the circumstances were different, the blow was just as heavy.
"Well, if the opportunity arises, I hope you’ll continue to fight alongside me." Nameless reached out to pat her head,
only to see her blush and quickly dodge.
Clearly.
The rebellious knight was still shy from their earlier closeness.
"Hmph, Nameless, you must gather the seven Holy Grails and summon the King of Mages to defeat him!"
Mordred turned her face away. "Keep it up, Nameless Knight! We’ll meet again someday, and when we do, I’ll still help you!"
Her figure vanished completely.
She had truly returned to the Throne of Heroes.
This mission had come to an end.
The fourth Singularity had been successfully restored.
The scene shifted.
Nameless and Mash had returned to Chaldea.
Dr. Roman spoke with sorrow and helplessness, "I’m truly sorry. I should have initiated the forced transfer sooner, but my judgment wasn’t quick enough..."
"It’s alright, Doctor. It’s not your fault," Nameless reassured him with a smile.
"If Solomon really wanted to eliminate you... Ugh, I’m such a failure!"
Dr. Roman grew increasingly despondent as he spoke, nearly on the verge of tears.
He despised his own weakness and incompetence more than ever.
If only he were stronger—how could he just stand by and watch them face danger?
"No, Doctor, please lift your head."
Nameless placed a hand on his shoulder. "Without your support, Chaldea would have already been destroyed. You’ve done more than enough."
Mash also smiled. "The Doctor really is a cowardly, virtual-idol-obsessed shut-in researcher."
"Ah, Mash, please go easy on him," Nameless quickly interjected.
The Doctor was already on the verge of shutting down.
How could this little angel still tease him?
Then—
Mash’s next words took a sudden turn. "But Chaldea wouldn’t be where it is now without you. Your only flaw is that you undervalue yourself too much!"
Previously, the Demon Pillar Lev had detonated most of Chaldea.
Forty-eight candidates for the Master, and only one remains after eliminating forty-seven.
Even the second-generation director, Olga, was lost in that terrifying explosion.
As an ordinary doctor, he was called upon in a time of crisis to shoulder the command of all of Chaldea.
It can be said that without the doctors working tirelessly in the rear as logistics, it would have been impossible to repeatedly repair the singularities.
"...Thank you."
With the encouragement of the two, Doctor Roman finally mustered the courage to dive back into the endless work.
The scene shifts.
The fifth singularity opens――
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