(no subject)

[cut to inside of temple]

Ozymandias:
——-Hmm.
I am drowsy. Very drowsy—–

Mashu:
(Senpai, we were taken to the throne room like VIPs as soon as we arrived here, but—
The olive-skinned man rubbing his eyes on the throne……
Is he King Ozymandias?!)

Nitocris:
You have finally come, suspicious travelers!
I will not mind that you were somewhat slow!
Having made it past the trials of the sphinxes, you have earned the right to an audience with His Majesty!
Now, prostrate yourselves!
Then the king will surely rouse himself from his languor and grace you with his words!

Gudao:
You are King Ozymandias? Really?

Nitocris:
What……what impudence……!
Much too arrogant a tone to address the god of these lands, the Pharaoh!
He is greatest of Pharaohs.
The most valiant, the most authoritative and closest to godhood—
Pharaoh Ozymandias!
The ideal king who will establish his rule over this apocalyptic land and become its savior!

Ozymandias:
……How unusual, Nitocris.
Though you are the flashy type, you were not the type to raise your voice so.
It would seem that you have taken quite the liking to them.
Haha, that is good. Quite, quite.

Nitocris:
M-my deepest apologies, Pharaoh.
It was inexcusable of me to have let your true name be known in my fervor……
That was something that should have been left to Your Majesty.
……I, Nitocris, most profoundly regret my actions.

Ozymandias:
That is true. It is a severe crime to take away my enjoyment.
Sever your arm later and put it in a bottle.

Nitocris:
I understand. My heartfelt thanks for your graciousness……

Ozymandias:
……Now then.
So you are the foreign travelers.
My name is Ozymandias.
I am the sun and a god, and the Pharaoh who rules the land.
Not only does that not change in the past and present, I was weary of being called Rider or some such.
This small throne is no more than something I use to assuage my boredom.
And. Not to mention.
—Mm. Right now, I am drowsy.
Like an old man waking from the brink of death.
And so I shall keep my words to a minimum.
Heed my words, as those of the king, and carve them into your mind.
I know that you are sent from Chaldea.
That you are the ones who have repaired five singularities thus far.
And that you have finally appeared here, the sixth lynchpin—
The holy land of sand. All of that I know.
Because I am the holder of the grail that you seek.

Gudao:
Grail……! Are you, a demon pillar……?!

Ozymandias:
Why would I ally with the King of Magecraft?
This is from the Crusaders, when I first descended upon this land—

[Ozymandias’ head appears to slide off his neck, before recovering]

Fou:
Foooou?!

Ozymandias:
——I confiscated it from the Crusaders, as befitting of the true king.

Mashu:
U-um……King Ozymandias, that is a surprise to us, but um!

Da Vinci:
(wordlessly nodding in agreement)

Gudao:
Your neck just now……?!
……it slid off?!

Ozymandias:
——Impossible. You must be weary from your journey.
Though that was insolent of you, I shall forgive you.
My neck is perfectly fine, after all.
And, having acquired the grail, I—ah.

[Ozymandias’ head appears to slide off his neck, again]

Ozymandias:
…… (a silent question of “did you see that?”)

Gudao:
…… (a silent averting of the eyes)

Ozymandias:
Nitocris!

Nitocris:
Your Majesty! What does Your Majesty require?

Ozymandias:
I am not in the mood for this! And so I shall exercise!
Summon the fire sprites to wake me up!
Let us do this, o Master of Chaldea!
I have especially taken a liking to your silence earlier!

Mashu:
Master, Pharaoh Ozymandias is engaging us in combat for an incomprehensible reason!

Da Vinci:
All right, it’s as I imagined……! This king is a problem kid who’s lived by his own rules his whole life!