A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

"This……"

Saber, who wasn't very familiar with the school, hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded under Shirou's eager gaze.

"That's the restroom over there," Shirou pointed.

“Okay.” Saber quietly entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Then the rustling sound of dressing came from inside, but Shirou ignored it and focused on cooking.

To get Saber to accept her current situation, the first step is to appease her dissatisfaction with delicious food.

About ten minutes later, when Shirou had finished preparing the meal, Saber came out wearing her brown clothes and black skirt.

"Shirou...!" the girl called out softly, as if pleading for help.

Upon hearing the sound, Shirou quickly went over.

"what happened?"

Saber emerged from the bathroom with slightly flushed cheeks, awkwardly covering her exposed white legs with her hands.

"The skirt... is a little too short..."

Chapter Fourteen: El-Melloi II

"It's not short, is it?" Shirou tilted his head.

"Eh?"

Saber paused for a moment upon hearing this.

"Are all students dressed like this nowadays?"

"Well... times are changing."

In fact, this dress is indeed shorter than the one Sakura is wearing.

Because that's Ilya's size.

"If you really can't accept it, let's change to another set tomorrow morning."

"Is this so..."

Saber finally breathed a sigh of relief; she certainly didn't want to go outside wearing such a short skirt.

"Never mind that for now, let's eat."

Shirou placed the dish on the table.

Upon hearing about food, Saber's attention was immediately diverted.

She planned to ignore everything else for now and focus on the meal first before considering anything else.

……

Two months ago.

Clock Tower, England.

Inside the El-Melloi mansion.

As the mansion's front door was pushed open from the outside, a long-haired man dressed in a black suit with a red overcoat and a red scarf walked in expressionlessly.

He walked steadily to the sofa, then slumped down on it like a lump of mud.

"Phew... that concludes today's lesson."

As the somewhat gaunt man uttered those words, a girl's teasing voice came from the house next door.

"You collapsed from exhaustion just like that? You're too weak, Lord El-Melloi II."

"Please... stop teasing me, Reines."

Weber said with a hint of helplessness.

A few seconds later, beautiful blonde hair came into Webber's view as the door to the room opened.

Next came a girl with skin as white as a porcelain doll and a slender figure. Wearing a hat, she adjusted her skirt, a movement that could be described as extremely graceful.

However, what is most impressive are her fiery red eyes, which are beyond her years and contain an extremely strong will.

The pupils are normally blue, but turn flame-colored when exposed to magic.

She looks to be only around fifteen years old, which makes one wonder what kind of life she has led to have such eyes.

Lyness El-Melloi Archizorti.

She was both the niece of Weber's teacher, Kenneth Elmeroy Archibald, and the woman who bound Weber's teacher to the position of monarch.

Her mother's talent as a magician was mediocre, so she did not inherit the family name. Instead, she married into the branch family, Archizorti, and had several children.

Beginning in November 1994, when Reines was about 5 years old, Kenneth El-Melloi, the former head of the El-Melloi family, died in the Fourth Holy Grail War, and his body was later transported back to the Clock Tower.

The El-Melloi family, one of the twelve noble families, fell apart due to the sudden loss of its monarch. Not only did external forces seize its assets, but many branch families also broke away after the plunder, leaving only the name El-Melloi and a huge debt.

Among the few remaining El-Melloi faction, Archizorti was considered a minor figure. After several twists and turns, Reines, who happened to have a higher aptitude for the Origin Mark, became the successor.

At this time, in order to quell the dispute between Archizolti and Archibald and to assert their rightful inheritance, Reines was adopted as Kenneth's niece.

However, out of some resistance, she still uses the surname Archizorti to this day.

Meanwhile, the young Waver Velvet survived the same Holy Grail War, inherited the abandoned El-Melloi classroom, and became a Level 3 lecturer at the Clock Tower. As Waver's fame grew, Reines finally took action.

On a certain day in the third year after the war, Reines brought Waver to her side.

Reines casually remarked that Kenneth's death was Waver's fault, and Waver readily admitted his responsibility, stating that he was prepared to die, but hoped Reines would spare his life because he still had things to do.

Reines was very pleased and said that since she was going to take responsibility, she should pay off the astronomical debt of the El-Melloi faction and repair the nearly impossible task of the remaining 10% of the El-Melloi Source Mark. Waver readily agreed.

Reines made one last request: to hold onto the throne of the El-Melloi Twelve Lords until she, at only eight years old, grew up enough to inherit the throne.

After the contract was signed, Reines and Waver, who became Lord El-Melloi II, maintained the relationship between El-Melloi.

Memories of the past surfaced in Weber's mind one by one, then gradually faded away.

Weber looked at the blonde girl, and behind the girl named Reines was a maid with a rather strange appearance.

The strangeness refers to her skin color; it wasn't that of a white person, a black person, or a yellow person, but rather that it shone with a color that no human should have—silver.

This mercury maid, named Trimmau, is said to be one of the top automatons in the industry.

Although the concept of humanoid simulation has declined, the essence of this automaton does not rely on this concept.

"You look like you're half-dead, making people worry about whether you'll even live to see tomorrow."

The girl's lovely lips blossomed into a smile, like cherry blossom petals wet with dew.

With a mischievous smile, the blonde girl spoke again.

"By the way, the relic you requested has been prepared. You can still catch a plane to that island nation in time."

Weber, who was already so exhausted from his numerous classes that he didn't want to move a single finger, listened...

Upon hearing this, he seemed to be injected with adrenaline and immediately sat up.

Although he was already twenty-nine years old, Weber's eyes still held the same burning passion as when he was a teenager.

"The day has finally come...!"

Weber still vividly remembers what happened that day.

Having survived the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City ten years ago, he returned to London filled with hatred and the dejection of a defeated man.

No one in the Clock Tower could have predicted that Waver Velvet, considered the most immature in this Holy Grail War, would survive. So even if he returned, they could only ignore him.

After a few years of aimless wandering, Weber, harboring thoughts of revenge, temporarily became a Level 3 Instructor at the Clock Tower, where his exceptional talent quickly began to shine.

Although it wasn't even officially assigned to a faculty at the beginning, and the classes were just being taught with only a few students, the unusually simple and practical teaching style quickly became a topic of conversation among the new generation at the Clock Tower.

He even persuaded several lecturers who had lost in power struggles to take the stage, thus creating an unprecedented multifaceted education system.

In fact, Weber did not do it on purpose. Perhaps his luck had turned around after he had been extremely unlucky. In any case, he had a very smooth year afterward.

Chapter Fifteen: Saber Gets Fooled

For Weber, who was not favored by lineage or talent, it was more difficult to give rough and difficult lectures, that's all.

After all, although he managed to earn enough credits and become a Level 3 lecturer, he was still fundamentally incapable and could only rely on the help of others.

In his youth, Webber studied and researched magic day and night in preparation for the day of revenge. It's likely that the wrinkles on his brow now appeared during that time.

In any case, he kept the El-Mello classroom open for three years.

This is nothing short of a miracle.

Although it is not of much value compared to other privileges, the management of the spiritual land is subordinate to the classroom.

If Webber had no backing, he would have been taken away immediately if he hadn't been careful. The fact that he was able to hold on for three years was entirely due to his ingenuity.

"Relics... no need, I'm already prepared."

Weber said to Reines.

"Are you sure you don't need it? The relic I prepared is related to the Mahabharata."

Reines said, seemingly unconcerned.

"None of that matters. I have great confidence in the 'King' I am about to summon."

Weber answered firmly.

"OK then."

Reines nodded, then left with her maid.

Meanwhile, Waver immediately went to prepare the materials needed for the ritual summoning.

This time, he must prove that the reason his "King" failed to win in the last Holy Grail War was not because of a lack of strength, but simply because he was not qualified to fight alongside the "King" at that time.

Now, after ten years of growth, Webber has greatly improved in both mindset and ability. Although his magic level is still third-rate, after so many years of coaching, Webber's mastery of magic is far beyond what it used to be.

Weber left the mansion brimming with confidence, his steps light and confident.

……

However, less than a week later, Webber returned to El-Melloi's mansion in a sorry state.

"Reines! Do you still have the holy relics you prepared before?"