Building a Monster Nation From Zero in Another World

At this moment, even Gilgamesh felt immense pressure.

He was strong, that was true.

So many Noble Phantasms, and among them were even divine artifacts of Anti-Army, Anti-Fortress, and even Anti-World class.

However, Gilgamesh had a fatal weakness.

As an Archer, he was not skilled in close combat.

With the strength of the four, they could easily inflict a fatal blow on Gilgamesh before he could react.

"Stand down."

Rin would not forget Gilgamesh's disrespectful words.

But if he attacked with words and you immediately drew your sword, it would seem too petty.

"I forgive your offense this time."

"But..."

Rin raised his eyes, his gaze cold. "There won't be a next time, Gilgamesh."

"Gilgamesh?"

"He said Gilgamesh?"

"The oldest king of ancient Babylon?"

"So that's it!"

"No wonder he possesses so many Noble Phantasms, that's why!"

Gilgamesh merely frowned when Rin revealed his identity, but the onlookers, including Artoria and Iskandar, felt a stir in their hearts.

"Hmph."

Gilgamesh crossed his arms in front of his chest, he did not provoke Rin again.

The opponent's strength was indeed somewhat beyond Gilgamesh's expectations.

Furthermore, if Rin was truly King Solomon, then he really couldn't speak ill of him.

Not because of Rin's strength, or the threat of Shion and the others.

But because the man before him possessed the great achievement of dominating gods and demons.

What did Gilgamesh hate the most?

Without a doubt, it was naturally those high and mighty, self-righteous deities who enjoyed playing with mortals.

Compared to himself, who could only be a pawn, the man before him could toy with demon gods in the palm of his hand, making them bow down and submit.

Just this alone, even if Rin was not a king, was enough for Gilgamesh to take him seriously.

'Divinity...'

Just now, when Shion and the Ice Empress appeared, Gilgamesh had sensed it.

These fellows, without exception, all possessed divinity.

And this also meant that even if they were not gods, they were demigods, angels, spirits, or divine beasts related to gods.

"Alright, alright, the banquet has just begun, there's no need to be so tense!"

"Come, come, those who arrived late must drink a cup first."

Iskandar laughed heartily, beginning to ease the stiff atmosphere.

Upon seeing this, Waver and Irisviel, who had just been immobilized by the oppressive killing intent, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However, they were still worried that Gilgamesh would refuse.

Artoria had even prepared to protect Irisviel immediately if Gilgamesh suddenly erupted.

However, the turn of events was beyond everyone's expectations.

Gilgamesh simply took the ladle, and looking at the wine glass Iskandar offered, he didn't take it, but instead sniffed the wine in his hand.

This scene made Irisviel recall Artoria's words, calling this banquet a 'challenge.'

The venerable Hero King, facing several other Heroic Spirits who also claimed kingship, inevitably had to accept Iskandar's challenge of discussing heroes over wine.

"What kind of low-grade swill is this?"

"Do you think you can truly measure the capacity of a hero with such inferior wine?"

Gilgamesh showed a disgusted expression, completely disdaining the poor quality red wine.

"Is that so?"

"Among the wines bought from the local market, this is quite a good, high-quality wine, you know."

"You only think that because you don't know what true wine is, you lowly mongrel."

"Since you say so, then you must have something good?"

Rin looked at Gilgamesh and provoked. "If you don't bring it out, I'll assume you're bragging."

"Hmph!"

Gilgamesh disliked Rin's attitude, but unusually, he did not resort to harsh words.

It was the same old saying.

A man who could dominate gods and demons was qualified to stand on the same level as him.

"Buzz~"

Then, the space beside Gilgamesh began to twist and distort.

Waver and Irisviel, seeing this sight, knew it was a prelude to the strange phenomenon that produced countless Noble Phantasms, and immediately felt a chill run down their spines, about to stand up.

However, what emerged from the golden light was not a weapon, but a set of wine vessels adorned with dazzling jewels.

"Look closely, and learn well."

"This is what true king's vintage is!"

The heavy golden wine bottle was filled with a transparent, colorless liquid, and four golden wine cups were tossed to Iskandar, who filled them one by one and handed them to Rin and Artoria.

Rin looked at the ordinary wine glass in his hand and did not refuse.

If there's something good, why not use it?

"Oh, it's so good!!"

Rider, who drank the wine first, praised loudly with wide eyes.

Rin also did not hesitate, he had always wanted to know just how delicious the wine Gilgamesh brought out in the Fourth Holy Grail War truly was.

"Hmm?"

The moment the wine touched his throat, Rin felt an intense wave of happiness strike his heart.

"Delicious."

Rin wasn't very fond of alcohol.

But the taste of this wine was a top-tier flavor Rin had never imagined before.

The taste was both strong and refreshing, both mellow and invigorating.

The overly intense gustatory pleasure directly overwhelmed his sense of smell, even dulling his sight and touch.

"This is truly amazing!"

"This wine absolutely cannot be brewed by human hands, is it something from the Age of Gods?"

Hearing Iskandar's lavish praise, Gilgamesh also smiled leisurely.

"Of course."

"Whether it's fine wine or swords, in my Treasure, there are only the most supreme Noble Phantasms."

"Just this alone is enough to determine the capacity of a king, wouldn't you agree?"

He had also sat down cross-legged on the main seat at some point, contentedly swirling the wine glass in his hand.

"Is that so?"

Rin, while savoring the fine wine in his hand, said in a teasing tone. "Then, what do you think, between a place full of farmland and food but without enough army to guard it, and a neighboring country with a vast army, which one will be the first to bow down and submit?"

"You fellow..."

Gilgamesh's eye twitched slightly.

How could he not understand the meaning behind Rin's words?

Gilgamesh brought out fine wine, using his wealth to prove his qualification as a king.

But Rin's rebuttal was:

Possessing wealth without the military power to protect it.

Such a king is merely a lamb to be slaughtered, only to be plundered by the stronger.

When that time comes, even the weak will pounce on him, biting off pieces and devouring him bit by bit.

(To be continued.)