I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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With a punch to Waver's head, Iskardar looked at his Master and said irritably:

"The prerequisite for recruitment is the ability to communicate, right? Does that guy seem to be able to communicate at all? Tell me about his abilities."

Covering his head, Waver, who was seriously worried that he would have a concussion, stared tearfully at Berserker, who was fighting against Artoria. Then, Waver's expression was filled with shock.

"I can't see it! I can't see it at all! All the attributes of this Berserker are a complete mystery!! How is this possible?!"

Iskandar landed another punch on Webber's head, rubbing his chin as he thoughtfully looked at the increasingly frenzied Yangtze River.

"A Noble Phantasm with hidden attributes? This Berserker doesn't seem like a simple character either... In that case..."

"drink--!!"

The Divine Wheel suddenly leaped up, and rolling lightning, carrying the footsteps of a conqueror, smashed Lancelot, who was in mid-air, away. Then, the wheel, which was not meant to lead to kindergarten, ran over Changjiang's face several times. Everything happened too suddenly, and even Artoria, the person involved, was stunned on the spot. Without giving the fallen Changjiang any chance to catch his breath, Iskadar drew the short sword from his waist and stood in front of Changjiang.

"Berserker's Master, shall we call it a day? Otherwise, I, in conjunction with Saber, will send your servants back to their seats!!"

"Rider???"

Faced with Waver's confusion, Iskandar offered no explanation, and the Cyprus Sword, crackling with lightning, pointed directly at Lancelot, who had just stood up.

At the Matou residence, facing the suddenly out-of-control Lancelot, Matou Kariya, who had no intention of letting Berserker appear in the first place, murmured as he recalled the out-of-control Servant. Then, having done everything, Matou Kariya slowly disappeared into the writhing insect nest.

Seeing that Berserker had already retreated, Iskandar glanced at Kenneth, who hadn't moved, his eyes darted around a few times, and then he jumped onto the Divine Wheel with a loud laugh.

"Hahaha, farewell, King of Knights, and that unknown Lancer!! I, Iskandar, look forward to the day I clash with you, chuck—!!"

With a sharp flick of the reins, Iskandar, driving the oxcart, led a bewildered Waver away from the scene. Watching Iskandar leave, Artoria once again turned her pale green eyes to Karna, who showed no signs of fatigue despite the repeated battles.

"Lancer, let's continue..."

"Let's go. Lancer has made enough of a scene today. It's time to leave."

And so, under Artoria's watchful gaze, the extremely obedient Karna, along with Kenneth, vanished from the spot in a flash. At that moment, Artoria felt humiliated once again.

Chapter 54 Weber Knows the Truth

A fierce wind howled, and with barely managing to keep his balance, Weber looked at the imposing figure in front of him through his eyes, which were hidden behind his arms.

"Rider, why did you help Saber force Berserker to retreat? We are clearly enemies."

As Iskandar turned his head, he flicked Waver's forehead with a flick of his wrist, ignoring Waver's aggrieved expression of "Why did you hit me again?" Iskandar revealed a rare solemnity.

“Little Master, didn’t you notice? On the surface, Lancer and Saber are fighting fiercely, but Lancer has no intention of killing Saber at all. Although I don’t know why, I’m sure that even if I don’t intervene, Lancer will force that Berserker to retreat.”

After Iskandar's reminder, Waver, who wasn't stupid to begin with, belatedly realized that the strength Lancer displayed when fighting Saber was not on the same level as when fighting Archer. Waver could still recall the scorching heat that burned everything.

"Could it be that Lancer was suppressing himself from the beginning, and he was also worried about being ambushed by other Servants?"

As Iskandar steered the Divine Wheel, he pondered the idea proposed by Weber.

"It's possible, but the chances are slim. You're not a warrior, so you can't feel Lancer's power. It was only when facing Archer that Lancer showed his warrior's aura, which means he had no intention of killing Saber. I only realized this when he was fighting Archer."

"Rider, is it possible that Professor Kenneth and that Einzbern magician teamed up, and this is all a show?"

Faced with Weber's naive idea, Iskandar shook his head helplessly.

“My little Master, you are still too young and have not seen enough. If you had more experience, with your intelligence, these things would not be difficult for you.”

After giving an objective assessment of Webber, Iskandar smoothly landed the Divine Bull before solemnly looking at Webber in the vehicle.

“Absolutely impossible. The Knight King’s reaction was genuine. Although we’ve only met once, I think she would never put on such a show, given her personality. That’s what I don’t understand. Your teacher is no ordinary person. Can you tell me about your past?”

Looking up at Iskandar, who was stroking his beard, Weber gritted his teeth and stared at the pensive Iskandar after a moment of struggle.

"The monarch is the magician standing at the top of the clock tower, and Mr. Kenneth is the monarch of the clock tower, the representative of the aristocratic faction. I am a student in Mr. Kenneth's classroom. The story begins a year ago, I..."

After listening to Waver's description, Iskandar pondered for a while and then looked at Waver with a meaningful gaze. Waver felt a little uneasy under Iskandar's stare and, recalling some of Iskandar's unofficial history, clutched his chest in fear and backed away.

“R…Rider, why are you looking at me like that? My sexuality…”

"Boom-!!"

With a punch, Iskandar, having discerned Waver's thoughts, gave Waver a disapproving glance as he crouched down, covering his head in defense. After gathering his own thoughts, Iskandar sighed and said with a touch of melancholy:

"Kid, you have a good teacher."

"How is this possible? That guy... Ah!! Rider, why are you hitting me again!!"

Ignoring Webber's complaints, Iskandar pulled Webber out of the car and then looked at him with a serious expression.

“Kid, you said that the clock tower you attend has been built for a thousand years, and that those long-established families have always controlled the various institutions, right?”

"Yes, that's why I said the Clock Tower has become stagnant, which is why I need to..."

Iskandar cut Webber's complaints by striking him on the neck with his hand, which resembled a knife.

“My little Master, you are very smart. You will understand these things on your own sooner or later, even if I don’t say them. But now you are on the opposite side of your teacher. I can’t let you step onto the battlefield without knowing what’s going on.”

Seeing that Weber still looked doubtful, Iskandar rubbed his head, his words becoming heavy.

"Kid, think about it, why have those people been able to control that institution called the Clock Tower for over a thousand years? Has no one ever rebelled? Has no one ever questioned it?"

When Iskandar asked him this, Waver realized these points he had overlooked, but before Waver could argue back, Iskandar continued:

"It's impossible that they didn't exist, but why haven't you heard any news about them? Because they're all dead! The people you're talking about are like the nobles of a country; anyone who threatens their interests will be executed."

"You don't have the power to overthrow them, yet you've issued a declaration to overthrow them. Even if you're nothing more than an ant in their eyes, they will never let you live. But now, you're still alive, and you're still alive after repeatedly provoking them. Think about it carefully, who can stand in your way for those people?"

Iskandar's words struck Waver hard, each one heavy. Realizing that his little Master was still unwilling to accept reality, Iskandar sighed and pulled out a bottle of strong liquor from somewhere, gulping it down.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept, but it’s the truth. Think about what your teacher said the last time we met.”

Before offering advice to elders, you should first learn how to speak properly.

Repeating Kenneth's words, Iskandar let out a burp, patted Webber on the back, and looked up at the rising sun.

"I found it strange back then that your teacher didn't show any anger when he said those words, but rather looked at his worthless disciple with a sense of disdain. Today, I finally understand what your teacher meant."

"The elder does not refer to him, nor to your other teachers, but to the clock tower where you study, which teaches you to speak, not to flatter, but to be mindful of the principle that trouble comes from the mouth."

Iskandar flicked Webber on the head, put the empty bottle back into the oxcart, and looked seriously at Webber, who seemed to have his worldview collapsed.

"So, without your knowledge, your teacher Kenneth must have solved a lot of trouble for you. Only in this way could you be alive to see me. That's why I said you have a good teacher."

Patting Weber on the shoulder, Iskandar got up and was about to enter the guesthouse located in the suburbs.

"Think it over carefully, my little Master. How will you face this war? How will you face your teacher? I'll be waiting for your answer."

As the voice faded, Iskandar, now in spirit form, vanished from Waver's sight. After a long while, Waver, who had been clutching his head, raised it, his bloodshot eyes gazing at the distant sunrise.

"Rider, I will continue to fight! Isn't it only natural for a student to surpass their teacher? I am your Master now, and I, we, must defeat Kenneth-sensei! I've made enough mistakes already, one more won't matter. If I survive, I'll beg for Kenneth-sensei's forgiveness then!!"

"Hahaha, is that more like it? As expected of my Iskandar's Master, I acknowledge you as my Master!! Let's have a big fight!"

After slapping the frail Waver until he was swaying unsteadily, Iskandar, who had never left, finally accepted his immature little Master from the bottom of his heart.

Everything was under control. With Iskandar's insightful observation, Kenneth finally conveyed his thoughts to Weber. People in a state of extremism find it difficult to listen to the explanations of those involved, and all truths are regarded as sophistry. Under Kenneth's relentless guidance, the future second generation finally fell into the trap of capitalists. Kenneth happily acquired a tool. Congratulations! Coca-Cola!

Chapter 55 Kiritsugu and Morgan in Action

Unlike the harmonious Webber Group, in the Tohsaka family's study, Tokiomi Tohsaka had been bowing for hours. If he weren't so embarrassed, he would have done a full dogeza (a deep bow) for the man in front of him.

"King of Kings, your glory is not worthy to be bestowed upon villains. As you said, only true heroes are worthy to stand before the king's throne."

Raising his head, Gilgamesh's blood-red vertical pupils looked at the ever-humble Tohsaka Tokiomi. Gilgamesh's face remained expressionless, as if this oldest human fat tiger had not taken the previous events to heart at all.

"Toki no Shin, as a subject, you must understand that you should not try to fathom the king's thoughts with your short-sighted perspective. The king's foresight is beyond your comprehension. You may leave."

Gilgamesh, resting his chin on one hand, waved his hand dismissively. With Gilgamesh's approval, Tokiomi Tohsaka maintained his bow and slowly withdrew from the study.

Only after Tokiomi Tohsaka had completely disappeared did Gilgamesh glance at the tightly closed door out of the corner of his eye, finish the red wine in his glass, and then his body turned into golden light and vanished from the Tohsaka residence.

In the dilapidated church, in the basement untouched by the flames, Kirei Kotomine looked at Gilgamesh, who had suddenly appeared opposite him, with some surprise.

"Archer?"

"Oh, you've developed a rather interesting scent since I last saw you a few days ago."

With a look of confusion in his eyes, Kirei Kotomine, who couldn't understand Gilgamesh's meaning, continued to wipe the black keys in his hands.

"Kirei Kotomine, do you really have no desires? Or rather, what is it that is stirring within you?"

Kirei Kotomine paused in wiping the black keys, then looked with his empty eyes at Gilgamesh, who was lying on the sofa. After recalling his own life, a hint of solemnity appeared in Kirei Kotomine's voice.

“I have no desires; those are just delusions. In the Lord’s light, all of this is just a test for me.”

"Hahahaha!!! You've successfully made me laugh. Not bad, not bad, Kirei, you are indeed an interesting person."

Gilgamesh's laughter only stopped when his abdominal muscles twitched, and he looked at the bewildered Kirei Kotomine with a look of delight.

"I am bored. Do your best to please me. Do you want to know what is sprouting in your heart? Do you know, Kirei, the Holy Grail will not respond to those who have no desires."

His abdominal muscles twitched again, and with a frenzied roar, Gilgamesh vanished from the church. His gaze fell upon the half-finished bottle of red wine Gilgamesh had drunk; the still-swelling crimson immediately stirred up memories of bloodshed in Kirei Kotomine's mind—the exhilaration of executing heretics, the agonizing screams and curses of those inhuman beings before their deaths...

"What's sprouting in my heart? Do I really have no wishes?"

Feeling bored? Bored? Is my life boring?

......

Just as Gilgamesh planted a seed in Kirei Kotomine's heart, Kenneth returned to the hotel and heard a communication from Kairi Shishikage. Without changing his expression, he leaned back on the sofa, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Fuyuki City was displayed in its entirety.

"Lancer, the rats that were on the gantry crane have reappeared. As the owners, we should give them a proper welcome."

With Kenneth's instructions, the spirit form of Karna quietly left the top-floor room. Picking up a teacup from the table, Kenneth turned his back to the floor-to-ceiling window and quietly began to read the newspaper on the table.

"Kiritsugu, Lancer's Master hasn't left the hotel, and that Lancer has been by his side the whole time. The view is excellent, and there's no cover. Can I make my move?"

"No need. Ordinary weapons won't harm that monarch. We have enough explosives. Continue monitoring, and notify me immediately if anything happens."

After disconnecting from communications, Kiritsugu Emiya, dressed as a plumber, carried several bags into the hotel. After using some suggestive magic, he successfully obtained the key to the upper-floor suite.

With his head bowed, avoiding the hotel's surveillance cameras, Kiritsugu Emiya, having changed his clothes, opened the guest room on the floor below Kenny's. Locating the load-bearing wall, Kiritsugu Emiya expressionlessly attached a bundle of explosives to it. A red light flashed, and Kiritsugu Emiya locked the door before moving on to the next guest room. In a corner unnoticed by him, Karna, in his spirit form, silently watched Kiritsugu Emiya's every move.

"Master, he is located in the southwest, in the ninth guest room."

"Hmm, let's wait a bit longer. We'll make our move once Caster is in position. By the way, his magic can increase his movement speed, so we must not give him a chance to react. Our primary target is the Command Seals in his hand."

Initially, Kenneth also wanted to kill Kiritsugu Emiya directly, but considering the precarious protagonist's halo and the malice from the world, Kenneth hesitated. Seeking stability, Kenneth decided to prioritize the Command Seals, with Kiritsugu Emiya's life as a secondary concern.

Kenneth, stroking the teacup in his hand and looking like he was reading the newspaper attentively, quietly waited for Morgan's message. Beside Kenneth, Karna, formed from the Moon Spirit Essence, stood upright.

Meanwhile, on the mountain road below Eindzbern Castle, a Mercedes 300SL drifted over the drainage ditch, and Fuyuki's racing god, Irisviel, stepped on the gas and sped up the hillside, scraping against the guardrail of the mountain road. After a violent jolt, Artoria, her face covered in cold sweat, gripped the handrail beside her and managed a forced smile.

"Irisviel, you... drove better than I expected..."

"Right! Right, my driving skills are great, aren't they! This is my favorite of all the toys Kiritsugu brought!! Hold on tight, I'm going to accelerate!!"

Irisviel's feet, encased in snow-white boots, slammed on the gas pedal. The orange headlights shot into the sky, and the 300SL, reaching speeds of over 200 km/h, plunged into the dense forest outside the winding mountain road. Watching the cars darting about in the forest below, Aozaki Aoko nudged Morgan's arm eagerly.

"Hey Caster, when the fight breaks out, don't damage that car. I want to try it out."

Morgan glanced indulgently at Aozaki Aoko, who was having a childish outburst, nodded, and azure flames ignited beneath his feet. A jet-black staff emerged from Morgan's palm, and his blue eyes, hidden beneath his veil, shimmered with a tense light.

"Qingzi, I'm leaving it to you!"

"Heh, leave it to me!!"

Patting her chest, the aura of law manifested, and the surrounding area around Aozaki Aoko rapidly turned gray and white. The circling crows froze in mid-air. As an enemy of the world, the mage once again demonstrated the law that eroded the world.

"Magic, ah, although it's not the first time I've seen it, this aura that's completely unlike magic is truly captivating."

"It's nothing. Actually, I don't really know much about it. I just use it subconsciously. My magic skills are terrible."

Faced with Aozaki Aoko's speech, which was comparable to Versailles, Morgan once again felt the importance of reincarnation skills after a thousand years. Suppressing the lemons churning in his heart, Morgan walked to the castle gate.

The strange changes around her immediately caught Artoria's attention. Magic swept over her suit, and in the blink of an eye, a heroic battle skirt covered Artoria's entire body.

"Alice, there's an enemy! Stop the car!!"

"Ugh?"

With a slightly puzzled sound, before Irisviel could even step on the brakes, the Mercedes 300SL, which had been pressing the accelerator all the way, vanished from beneath them. Irisviel, traveling at over 200 km/h, was propelled towards the moon by inertia.

A blue figure flashed by, and Irisviel felt herself being lifted up by a pair of strong arms. Instinctively looking up, as the moon passed, Artoria's exquisite profile came into view...

“Saber…”

Chapter 56 Morgan: Hate, and live an ugly life.

Ignoring Irisviel's eyes, which were practically blooming with lilies, Artoria's gaze was immediately drawn to the figure standing before the castle gate. Her boots left a long trail on the ground with a scraping sound. Setting Irisviel down from her arms, Artoria savored the scent etched into her DNA, and her eyes suddenly sharpened.