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Chapter 214 An Unexpected Disruptor

Kenneth's gaze was fixed on that tall, graceful figure, his mind going blank for a moment due to extreme shock.

As a first-class lecturer in the Clock Tower's necromancy department, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald possesses an authoritative knowledge of myths and legends from around the world.

Celtic mythology, a system closely related to the foundation of British magic, was of paramount importance to his research.

Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

She is the legendary queen who lived in the Land of Shadows and was famous for her unparalleled spear skills and rune magic.

She guards the otherworld and has nurtured countless heroes and kings, the most renowned of whom is the great hero "Child of Light" Cú Chulainn.

But...how is this possible?

What he just tried to reproduce was clearly a rune created by Odin, the god-king, from the otherworldly Marvel universe.

This is completely unrelated to Scáthach in Celtic mythology.

The more crucial issue is...

"call……"

Kenneth took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm his chaotic thoughts. He had to confirm the true identity of the person in front of him, as it concerned every step of his next plan, and even his life and death.

"If I remember correctly, if you really are the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom..."

Logically speaking, you shouldn't be able to be summoned by the Holy Grail, right?

"According to the common knowledge and records in the magic world, Queen Scáthach of the Land of Shadows is a demigod who has stepped into the realm of gods."

After the Age of Gods ended and mysticism largely faded, you and your Shadow Kingdom traveled together to the 'outer world'.

Kenneth paused, then presented the facts with clear logic:

"You have not died. In your predetermined destiny, you will not die until the end of this world."

Since they don't fall into the category of 'dead,' they naturally can't be recorded in the Throne of Heroes, much less be summoned to the present world as Servants.

This is the ironclad rule of spirit possession rituals, a consensus among all magicians.

Heroic spirits are beings created from the achievements and legends of heroes in human history after their deaths.

Theoretically, a "living" deity could never respond to the Holy Grail's call.

Upon hearing Kenneth's logical analysis, the woman who called herself Scáthach was not angry at all. Instead, she raised her eyebrows with interest, and her scarlet eyes gleamed with appreciation.

"Oh? Looks like he's not just a bookworm who can only recite from the book."

She chuckled softly and stretched lazily, her breathtaking curves accentuated by the tight-fitting clothes, making her quite eye-catching.

But Kenneth remained unmoved and simply waited for the other party's reply.

“You’re right, that’s generally true.”

"The Holy Grail doesn't hold any appeal for me."

After all, whether it's fulfilling my wishes or reaching the root of things, it's all within my grasp.

Scáthach smiled at this and said casually.

As she spoke, she gracefully bent down, her slender fingers gently brushing over the spot where Kenneth had just written the runes, as if sensing the lingering aura of the runes that seemed out of place in this world.

"What I'm really interested in... is you."

Her gaze fell on Kenneth again, her eyes seeming to pierce through flesh and blood, looking directly into the essence of the soul.

"Or rather, those runes you just described..."

Scáthach stood up and slowly walked to Kenneth. A strange aura, a mixture of battlefield smoke and the fragrance of shadows, wafted over him, causing Kenneth to unconsciously hold his breath.

"Runes are the crystallization of wisdom obtained by the great god Odin after sacrificing his right eye, hanging upside down on the World Tree, and enduring nine days and nine nights of suffering. In essence, they are a description and interpretation of the 'principles of the world'."

Her voice was clear and calm, yet it contained an undeniable authority.
"I know this better than anyone else."

"but……"

She abruptly changed the subject, a playful smile curving her lips.

“The principles contained in the words you wrote are completely different from what I understand.”

If I'm not mistaken, that's not a 'reason' rooted in this world..."

She stopped in front of Kenneth, leaning slightly forward, her scarlet eyes so close they seemed to suck in one's soul.

"So, to satisfy my curiosity and to witness this knowledge from beyond the world with my own eyes, I followed the connection and came here as a servant."

Are you satisfied with this explanation?

Upon hearing these words, Kenneth's tense nerves completely relaxed.

The gods in this world are only on the scale of planets, while Odin in the Marvel universe is on the scale of the universe. In addition to the differences between the worlds, they also use runes, but their inner nature is completely different.

The other party's attitude, in fact, proves the value of this knowledge...

Kenneth's expression became more serious and focused than ever before. He slowly sat back in the only surviving luxurious chair, clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers to support his chin, and adopted the posture befitting a monarch.

He raised his head and met Scáthach's probing gaze without fear.

"Yes."

"This is indeed knowledge from another world."

Moreover, I can assure you that, looking at the entire world… no, throughout all of human history, I am perhaps the only one who possesses this complete knowledge.

Kenneth deliberately emphasized the word "complete," which was his most important bargaining chip.

Scáthach's interest deepened. She remained silent, simply watching him and waiting for him to continue. "So..."

Kenneth's lips curled slightly upward, forming a composed smile.

"Let's make a deal, Queen of the Land of Shadows."

"Oh?"

Scáthach finally spoke, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue.
"Tell me about it, you interesting little guy."

"It's very simple."

Kenneth leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense.

"Help me win this Holy Grail War."

"In return, during the war, I will share this knowledge of runes from another world with you. We can study and analyze it together."

The uniqueness of this knowledge is his greatest trump card.

Judging from that brief magical clash, the opponent's magical skill is unfathomable, and his understanding of runes far surpasses his own.

If the deal goes through, he will not only receive the full assistance of a god-level servant, but also gain a researcher with considerable knowledge of runes for free.

Scáthach stared at Kenneth, her scarlet eyes seeming to try and see right through him.

Kenneth made no move, simply waiting quietly for Scáthach's reply.

"In exchange for unknown knowledge, you will receive my full assistance..."

"You dare make such a request of me? You're a truly audacious man."

A moment later, she suddenly flashed a stunning smile, like a blood-red rose blooming in the dark night, both eerie and beautiful.

She chuckled and said:

"However, this deal... I really can't refuse it."

Kenneth finally felt relieved; he knew he had made the right bet!
"Then the contract is established."

However, Scáthach's next words stunned him completely.

"Since you're so interesting, I've made up my mind."

From this day forward, you are my disciple…

She tilted her head and said in a matter-of-fact tone,
"Ok?"

Kenneth was taken aback by what he heard, and his mind was momentarily blank.

disciple?

How did he end up being accepted as a disciple by the other party?
In Celtic culture, shouldn't taking on an apprentice and finding a master be a matter of mutual consent?
"Lord! What happened?!"

Just then, the heavy wooden door to the study was suddenly pushed open, and an anxious voice came in.

Kenneth's teaching assistant, a young magician, stood anxiously at the door.

The violent explosion had alerted almost the entire Archibald faction's magic workshop, and he, being the closest person, rushed over immediately.

However, when he saw the scene inside the study, he froze on the spot.

The room was a mess, as if it had been ravaged by a tornado, and his revered, ever-meticulous monarch, Kenneth, was sitting opposite a purple-haired beauty wearing...something strange, tight-fitting underwear.

The woman's attire left him momentarily unsure where to look.

The teaching assistant's expression changed in just a few seconds, from anxiety to astonishment, then from astonishment to shock, and finally to a look of sudden realization... understanding.

He glanced at the stunningly beautiful purple-haired woman with an incredible figure, then at his monarch's increasingly dark face.

"Uh... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't see anything! I'm sorry to bother you!"

The teaching assistant suddenly bowed at a ninety-degree angle, then slammed the door shut with the fastest speed he had ever made, and ran away without looking back.

Before long, a startling piece of gossip began to circulate in a hidden passage inside the clock tower:

The monarch Kenneth, known for his arrogance and meticulousness, not only found a new love on the eve of the Holy Grail War, but also... seems to have some rather unique XP.

Kenneth had no time to pay attention to the rumors that were about to spread.

He took his servant, Scáthach, and quietly left the Clock Tower, heading towards an island nation in the Far East.

However, the destination was not Fuyuki City, the site of the Holy Grail War.

Instead, next to it is a city called Kanbuko City...

……

at the same time.

In Fuyuki City, where night had already fallen, on a quiet street corner.

Three figures appeared silently here.

The leader was a tall, slender man with long black hair. He wore a well-tailored black suit and had a gentle demeanor, yet he also exuded an indescribable sense of aloofness.

Beside him were two girls with very different styles.

A man with neat short purple hair and wearing glasses.

The other one is an orange-haired girl who looks quite lively.

At their feet followed a small, pure white animal...

(End of this chapter)