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[Scientists say that lies can be categorized as either white lies or malicious lies, and that the average person tells ten lies per day.

Imagine a world without lies.

Boss: "Why are you watching a movie at work?"

Employee: "I didn't see you there. What's it to you?"

...

Girl: "Why do you like me?"

Boy: "You're hot. I want to sleep with you."

...

Father: "Son, what were you just watching?"

Son: "A cross-dressing video. I think I want to try that."

Father: "…"

A scary world, indeed… ]

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"How did you even become a Heroic Spirit, mongrel? Shouldn't you be a vengeful ghost?" Gilgamesh asked, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.

Even she, the King of Heroes, wasn't above telling the occasional lie. And Kiyohime, her words radiating such bitterness, such resentment towards lies—she seemed like the embodiment of a scorned woman.

Gilgamesh, however, was unaware of the unique perspective of the Japanese. They admired Kiyohime's passionate pursuit of love, her unwavering devotion, their positive beliefs transforming a vengeful spirit into a Heroic Spirit.

"Ahaha…" Illyasviel chuckled nervously.

"What a wonderful world," Saber said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Even the noble King of Knights had her secrets. She'd concealed her true gender to become king.

Hassan remained silent. As an Assassin, her life had been built on deception.

"Kiyohime," Rider said, his voice serious, "A world without lies. it may seem ideal, but it would be a cold, cruel world. People lie to protect each other. Most lies are white lies."

"Haru-sama, do you love me?" Kiyohime, however, was undeterred. Her only concern was Haru, the man who had accepted her love.

"I... like you, Kiyohime," Haru replied, his gaze sincere, though his leg bounced nervously beneath the table.

"See? Isn't a world without lies wonderful?" Kiyohime's face flushed as she clung to Haru's arm, her ample bosom pressing against him.

The others' lips twitched. He hadn't lied, but that didn't mean his words weren't deceptive. There was a big difference between like and love.

"Since you like me, give me the Grail! I want to make a wish!"

The other Servants stared at her, dumbfounded. That was her strategy?

Hassan looked down at her flat chest, a thoughtful expression on her face.

Perhaps this was worth a try…

Haru, enjoying the feel of Kiyohime's soft body pressed against him, was caught in a dilemma. If he granted her wish, the world might actually become a lie-free dystopia, thanks to the Grail's power. But if he refused... he'd be telling Kiyohime he didn't care for her.

He was about to take drastic measures.

When he felt it. An invisible pressure, a gentle warning from Alaya.

"Tch…" Kiyohime, sensing the Counter Force's disapproval, her face hardened. It seemed even her boss couldn't stand in the way of her desires.

"A world without lies—perhaps that's a bit extreme. I promise—I won't lie to you, Kiyohime. How about that?" Haru's eye twitched. He had to placate her.

"Hmm... If Haru-sama promises, then I suppose I can reconsider." Kiyohime, after a moment's thought, her loyalty to Haru winning out, reluctantly abandoned her wish.

A life without lies... that would make things difficult—for Haru. The others looked at him with a mixture of pity and amusement.

Haru, ignoring their knowing glances, thought, "Who said you need lies to deceive? Sometimes—the truth is just as effective."

"Now that Kiyohime's matter is settled, who's next?" He looked at Saber, Hassan, and Gilgamesh.

Saber was about to speak when Hassan's young voice echoed through the courtyard.

"As the remaining participants are all of royal blood, may I humbly request to speak first?"

"A king should always be willing to hear his subjects' pleas," Gilgamesh said with a smile.

Saber, hearing this, closed her mouth. Speaking now would be unbecoming of a king.

"Very well. Tell me, Assassin. What drove you to betray Kirei, to disobey your Master and attend this feast?" Haru's gaze turned to Hassan, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

He'd been so distracted by the more prominent Servants, Gilgamesh, Kiyohime, and Saber—that he'd only just now noticed, Hassan was rather cute.

"Though I long to be cured of my multiple personality disorder my true wish is to be remembered. Not as the nineteenth Hassan-i Sabbah—but by my True Name. To leave my mark on history." Hassan's voice faltered slightly as she felt Haru's gaze upon her.

"A noble ambition... despite your humble origins…" Haru began, but Gilgamesh interrupted him.

"A mere insect, lurking in the shadows, dares to dream of standing in the sun? Of being remembered as a hero?…" Gilgamesh's crimson eyes narrowed. A Magician, aspiring to be a hero, in her presence? As the King of Heroes, she had to intervene.

"Yes. That is my wish," Hassan replied, her voice firm, meeting Gilgamesh's gaze without flinching.

"I admire those with conviction, those who embrace their desires. A dream of heroism—despite being an Assassin—Very well. I shall deem you worthy…" Gilgamesh nodded, her voice softening, then she froze.

....

"What are you doing?…" She stared at Haru, who had suddenly appeared before her, his hands gripping her breasts.

"You said you admired those who embraced their desires. Why didn't you say so earlier? I've been wanting to do this for a while now." Haru grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Interrupting me earlier was fun, wasn't it? Well, now it's my turn. Mmm—nice…"

"...."

Gilgamesh's face turned an angry shade of red, a golden ripple appearing behind her.

Rider, his jaw slack, looked at Haru, then at Gilgamesh, and quickly contacted Waver through their mental link. 'Boy, prepare to run!'

Waver nodded frantically. That ancient queen—she was about to explode.

Saber discreetly moved her chair closer to Illyasviel. Instinct told her to get out of there.

Hassan, her lips twitching, activated Presence Concealment and quietly slipped away.

"Go ahead. Hit me. I'll tell Enkidu. She's very protective of me," Haru said, his grin widening as he gave Gilgamesh's breasts another squeeze.

He wasn't lying. The Earth Mother Goddesses had been generous with their affections. Though he wasn't sure about this world's Enkidu.

Gilgamesh's eye twitched. She imagined Enkidu's reaction and, with a frustrated growl, slapped Haru's hands away.

Haru, deciding not to push his luck any further—Gilgamesh was clearly on the verge of violence returned to his seat. He looked at Gilgamesh, her face still a mask of haughty indifference, though her ears were now bright red, and smirked.

Then, a flicker of movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. He looked around the courtyard, his smirk fading, replaced by a look of exasperation. "What are you all so afraid of? It's just a little foreplay. Come back."

"Ahh... that's better, a bit of fresh air—always clears the head…" Rider, his face flushed with embarrassment, returned, dragging a dazed Waver behind him.

Saber, her expression a mix of amusement and concern, guided Illyasviel back to her seat.

A black mist swirled, and Hassan reappeared, her face impassive, as if she'd never left.

Rider, back at the table, gave Haru a thumbs-up. 'Teasing the King of Heroes like that and surviving impressive'.

"Mongrel," Gilgamesh said, her eyes narrowed, her voice laced with killing intent, "It's your turn." She turned to Saber.

Saber, giving Gilgamesh a sympathetic look, then glancing at Haru, who seemed completely unfazed by his earlier indiscretion, took a deep breath.

Then, she began to speak.

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