The pace of story progression varies between different Game Worlds.
Unlike the Hogwarts Game World, where the main plot of “The Crazy Senior Who Causes Trouble and Kills Classmates and Roommates Every Year” only unfolds once a year, the “Stark” blunders in the Iron Man Game World also progress on an annual basis.
However, in the Type-Moon World, a Holy Grail ritual that could be described as a war concluded in less than a month after its official start.
Its plot progression could be said to be incredibly compact.
Originally, Chen Yu had intended to rest after Kariya sent Kiritsugu Emiya, Irisviel, Saber, and the others away.
But when Matou Kariya returned after seeing them off, just as he stepped into the entrance, he heard a series of roars from the sky.
The sound, like thunder exploding, accompanied by vibrations and rumbles, carrying immense magical power, sped from afar towards them.
Meanwhile, Kiritsugu Emiya and the others, who were about to drive back to Einzbern Castle, looked in astonishment at the sky to the southwest.
They saw a very distinct flying object casting streaks of blue sparks and lightning across the night sky, heading straight for them.
Irisviel poked her head out of the car window, looking in surprise at the magnificent chariot pulled by two incredibly muscular and robust bulls, and muttered in question.
“What’s going on? Rider… why is he here too?”
The lightning-wreathed chariot circled menacingly in the sky before slowing down and landing not far from the Mercedes-Benz 300SL.
As the chariot touched down, its dazzling lightning receded, revealing the figure of a giant man who stood majestically on the chariot’s driver’s platform, raising his arm to greet Saber, who was sitting in the car.
“Hahahahaha, Knight King! I see you, come out! You’ve really made me search!”
Without a doubt, the newcomer was Conqueror King Iskandar.
Saber, provoked, was about to open the door and get out when a pair of slender arms held her back.
Saber turned her head in surprise and saw Irisviel’s determined gaze.
“I’ll get out of the car with you; their Master is also here.”
After speaking to Saber, Irisviel then said to Kiritsugu Emiya: “Kiritsugu, Maiya is in your hands; you must protect her well.”
Looking at the determined Irisviel, Kiritsugu Emiya nodded and reminded her: “Be careful, this place is not far from Caster’s Master’s stronghold. Since we’ve already allied with them, if a fight truly breaks out later, retreat immediately to the Matou Residence. Caster and her Master should not ignore it.”
Even though Kiritsugu Emiya was agitated and unable to calm down to fight due to the information provided by Chen Yu, with years of experience, Kiritsugu Emiya could sense that Rider’s arrival seemed somewhat unusual.
Facing Rider, Saber dared not be negligent. As soon as she got out of the car, she materialized her armor, preparing for the potential battle ahead.
Rider saw Saber and Irisviel get out of the car and immediately greeted them.
“Yo, Saber. I heard you had a castle, so I went to check it out. But when I got there, I didn’t expect you to not be in that lifeless castle, but here instead. You really made me search.”
Rider surveyed the gruesome traces left by Berserker and Saber’s battle on the road, revealing a hearty smile.
“It seems another battle just happened? Oh dear, I arrived a step too late and missed seeing Saber’s bravery again. What a pity…”
“By the way… since the battle is over, you’re still wearing that unsightly armor. Don’t you have any fashionable modern clothes to wear?”
After speaking, Rider patted the T-shirt with a world map printed on it and shook his head with a serious expression.
He seemed to be mourning Saber’s sense of aesthetics.
“Rider, what… what are you here for?”
Saber asked sharply, but she was momentarily at a loss for words regarding Rider’s thought process.
Waver was still hiding behind Rider’s massive body, his eyes listlessly scanning Saber and Irisviel, his face displaying an expression of utter despair.
His face was filled with expressions of “tired,” “fed up,” “whatever,” and “I’m done, I want to go home quickly.”
Needless to say, he was undoubtedly dragged here by Rider like a puppet again.
“Can’t you tell?” Rider bent down, picked up a wooden wine barrel from an empty spot in the chariot behind him, and, hoisting it onto his shoulder, said: “Of course, I’m here to drink with you!”
After speaking, he frowned again, scanning the surroundings once more with a look of dissatisfaction.
“Hey, don’t just stand there dumbfounded. Do you know where there’s a suitable place for a banquet? This broken place is full of potholes, it’s not suitable for drinking at all…”
After speaking, he saw the Matou Residence not far away, his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the Matou Residence, saying: “Hey, Saber, do you know the owner of that house? That place looks much better than this dilapidated one, quite suitable for a banquet. If you don’t know them, then I’ll go talk to them. I believe they must be reasonable people.”
“…”
Looking at this Rider, who showed no malice, Saber sighed, her accumulated fighting spirit having vanished. She turned to Irisviel helplessly.
“Irisviel, what should we do now?”
Rider didn’t seem like the type of Heroic Spirit who would scheme or set traps, so if he said he came for a banquet, was he really just here to drink?
Irisviel was equally confused. After seeing Rider’s smiling, battle-free face, she knew that this fight wouldn’t happen.
“How about we ask Chen Yu? See if he’s willing to lend the space for a…”
“For a banquet? Of course, I’m willing.”
Before Irisviel could finish speaking, a figure appeared behind Irisviel with a “pop,” interrupting her words.
Hearing the words “banquet,” Chen Yu instantly became wide awake.
A banquet?
I’m more than familiar with that.
In the Gryffindor house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was truly a big banquet every three days and a small one every two. As long as it could make the Slytherin students suffer, celebrating with a feast was a common occurrence.
Even if there was nothing worth celebrating, the Gryffindor students would find ways to hold banquets.
What? Homework finally done? Feast tonight!
What? Learned a spell? Feast tonight!
What? Exam over? Feast tonight!
What? Professor Snape didn’t come to class today? Feast tonight!
What? Harry Potter made the Slytherin students suffer again? Feast tonight!
…So, Chen Yu could guarantee that no one among the humans present understood how to hold a banquet better than he did.
In an instant, nine ways to hold a banquet flashed through Chen Yu’s mind, a full nine ways!
Chen Yu’s sudden appearance truly startled both Saber and Irisviel.
They hadn’t expected anyone other than Assassin to be able to get so close without a sound.
Kiritsugu Emiya, sitting in the car, was also startled by Chen Yu’s manner of appearance and watched Chen Yu with extreme caution.
He had been paying attention to Irisviel and clearly saw Chen Yu suddenly appear behind Irisviel without any warning.
This manner of appearance was as if he had broken the laws of causality, completing instantaneous movement between two different points in space, like light speed, in a fraction of a second’s “instant.”
If it weren’t for a slight burst of air that synchronously occurred around him the moment he appeared, it would have been a perfect instant movement technique.