I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

"I...I'm not...I'm hurting..."

Waver was about to defend himself when Iskandar raised his hand to stop him, and the magnanimous king patted Waver's thin shoulder with one hand.

He raised his other fist, his whole body seemingly radiating a dazzling light, and spoke with passionate fervor, as if giving a speech:

"Weber, remember this!"

"Those who can stand by the king's side, risk their lives and charge into battle with him, and witness all the beautiful sights of the world with him, will only be the greatest warriors, and there will never be a place for cowards!"

Iskandar seemed to be guiding Waver like a lighthouse. After spending time together and observing him, the discerning Waver had long since seen through this somewhat timid Master.

Weber Velvet was a person with a very strong sense of self-esteem, but also a very low self-esteem.

This contradictory personality makes him very passive in his actions, always hesitant to act due to various concerns.

"Weber, tell me, what is a warrior?"

Weber subconsciously began to ponder, recalling what kind of image he considered worthy of being called a warrior.

Before Webber could answer, Iskandar raised his arms and expressed his own understanding of the Warriors.

"A warrior is a brave person! A person full of courage!"

"Regardless of strength or appearance, anyone who has the courage to take on challenges is a fearless warrior!"

"Do you understand, Weber?"

Iskandar gazed intently at Waver, who was still somewhat bewildered, hoping that his young master, whom he had been quite satisfied with so far, would take this step in his growth.

"A warrior? Me too, I can become one too. Can someone like me become a warrior?"

Weber's convictions were rekindled by Iskandar's highly persuasive speech, but he was still somewhat bewildered.

"Hahaha! Of course you can! Whether you become a warrior or not depends entirely on yourself. Webber, you don't need to care too much about other people's opinions, just believe in yourself!"

Iskandar patted Webber on the shoulder with a hearty smile, but because he didn't control his strength well, he once again made the chubby Webber fall to the ground.

But Webber quickly stood up from the ground, and the previous determination and seriousness returned to his face. His entire mental state had undergone a complete transformation.

“That’s right, I, Waver, am not a coward! Rider, I’ll show you what I’m going to do!”

"Oh? So you're that motivated? Then I'll wait and see."

Just as Iskandar was giving Webber a life lesson, Kenneth, who was sitting upright on the sofa waiting inside, had visible veins bulging on his forehead.

Although the presidential suite was quite well soundproofed, Iskandar's loud voice was still able to penetrate the soundproofing and get through.

Although Kenneth hadn't witnessed the scene firsthand, based on the commotion outside and his understanding of Weber, he had already guessed most of what had happened.

"Diarmuid, go open the door. Otherwise, who knows how long my good-for-nothing student will dawdle."

Diarmuid, who was standing behind Kenneth, responded and then opened the door, just in time to see Weber, who had just regained his confidence, raising his hand as if to knock.

Under the Knight's gaze, Webber gave an awkward smile and slowly withdrew his arm.

Diarmuid's gaze shifted to Iskandar, his dark pupils suddenly contracting, and he blurted out:

"Conqueror King, what's with your outfit?"

"Oh, this is clothing from this era. I think it looks good and want to try it on."

Iskandar showed off his new clothes: a white T-shirt and blue jeans, which was quite a stylish outfit.

"Lancer, stop wearing the same outfit all the time. Wouldn't it be better to change your style?"

Diarmuid was somewhat tempted by the words, but after his lips twitched, he didn't say anything explicitly.

He stepped aside to open the door, gesturing for the door to open, and said:

"Hurry inside, my lord has been waiting for a long time."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Kenneth's stern rebuke came from inside the room, carrying a hint of disappointment and frustration.

"Weber Velvet! Now that you're here, why don't you get in here right now? Do I have to go outside and fetch you myself?! What kind of behavior is this, hesitating like this?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Director Ken is Actually a Good Teacher

Despite Kenneth's reprimand, Weber walked into the presidential suite with his head held high and no fear on his face.

He walked a few steps to the coffee table, bowed deeply to Kenneth, who was holding a cup of black tea, and said in a manner that was neither humble nor arrogant:

"I'm sorry to have kept Professor Kenneth waiting."

Then, Webber straightened his back and raised his hand to reveal the three Command Seals that were still perfectly intact on the back of his hand.

"Wave Velvet, the Master of Rider in this Holy Grail War, has been invited to negotiate. Shall we get down to business?"

Kenneth glanced at Weber, slightly surprised that this student, who was usually somewhat timid, was not showing any fear this time.

"No rush, we can start the negotiations later."

He put down the teacup he was holding and looked directly at Weber with the natural authority a teacher has when facing a student.

"Weber, I think you still owe me a reasonable explanation, don't you?"

"What kind of madness could drive you to steal the holy relic I prepared and then travel all this way to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

Kenneth's words were clearly accusatory, and his eyes were filled with coldness; this was the first time he had suffered such a great loss.

"Hmm, this..."

Weber was speechless. His composure, which had just been restored, was thrown into turmoil again. His heart began to pound faster, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Oh? So that's how you obtained what you used to summon me, kid?"

Iskandar interrupted from the side, but he did not step forward, because Diarmuid was standing right next to him, preventing him from making any sudden moves.

"However, I utterly despise theft. If I see something I like, I'll just go and take it openly and honestly. That's the romance of a conqueror king!"

"So, kid! Be honest with Lancer's Master. I believe he, as your teacher, will understand."

Kenneth understood Iskandar's attempt to smooth things over, but he didn't say anything in rebuttal.

After all, there are still negotiations to be conducted, and we can't let the situation become too tense.

After hesitating for a long time, Weber finally looked up and met Kenneth's gaze, and replied:

"I do this so that I can win the Holy Grail War, to prove my talent and excellence, and to receive a fair evaluation! That's it, that's it."

Upon hearing Webber's answer, Kenneth couldn't help but chuckle a few times, but he quickly stopped, looking at Webber as if he were looking at a stubborn idiot.

"Are you still thinking about that paper I tore up, Weber Velvet?"

Kenneth slammed his hand on the coffee table with a dull thud, his face flushed red, seemingly quite angry.

He recited several highly academic passages fluently, causing Weber, who had been frozen in place, to widen his eyes in astonishment.

"This...this isn't my thesis? 'The Path of Black Magic in the New Century'!!"

Just when Weber thought Kenneth had finally figured it out and that his paper had been approved by him.

"Weber, sometimes I wonder if you're really stupid or just pretending."

Kenneth jumped up from the sofa, walked over to Weber with his hands behind his back, and looked down at him, demanding:

"Can a magician without a good lineage become a top-notch magician?"

"How dare you put forward such a view in the Clock Tower? Do you want to be eliminated by a powerful family that believes solely in bloodlines?"

Kenneth's words immediately calmed Webber down, who was about to argue. He felt as if he had fallen into a freezing ice cellar, his heart chilled to the bone.

“Mr. Kenneth…”

Weber, who wasn't stupid, went through all the previous events and then fully understood the cause and effect of the matter.

No wonder Kenneth chose to bring up this paper during class to publicly ridicule him and single him out, making him lose face in front of all his classmates.

Making this paper into a joke—isn't this just trying every possible way to protect him?

If it's a joke, then nobody will care.

Even if the news reached the ears of those in power and powerful families, it would only be a joke, as if some foolish student was daydreaming.

"Hmph, do you finally understand?"

"Weber, you are still too young and too inconsiderate to send such a treasonous paper to me, the head of the Archibald family."

Kenneth snorted coldly after seeing Webber's expression change drastically, and strode back to his seat.

"Although I already said it in class, the phrase 'I benefited greatly' is not just empty talk."

Webber was still reeling from Kenneth's rollercoaster-like maneuvers and stood there staring at Kenneth, waiting for him to continue.

"I'll say it again: Webber, your three-generation magic family is like a newborn baby compared to the Magic Association, which has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Even if children want to give their parents feedback, they need to learn how to speak first."

Kenneth paused here, frowned and thought for a few seconds before slowly speaking again.

"Of course, there was actually another sentence that I didn't say in class."

"That is, if parents want to take their children's opinions seriously or even listen to them, the children must have the same or even greater power as their parents."

Kenneth has made his point so clear and understandable; if Weber still can't understand, then he's truly hopeless.

Just as Webber was about to ask something, Kenneth raised his hand to stop him, his emerald green eyes showing undisguised disdain.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say."

"There are only the two of us in this room now, besides the servants. Just pretend you didn't hear what I said earlier, I never said it, understand?"

Weber nodded knowingly and said no more, but his gaze toward Kenneth held more gratitude and heartfelt respect than before.

"Hmph, you don't need to thank me too much. I just don't want to have a ridiculous idiot in my class."

After Kenneth finished speaking, he suppressed the sarcasm on his face and pointed to the seat opposite him.

"Sit down, now we can talk about the negotiations."

Waver regained his senses as a Master. He knew he had to be responsible for the Rider who trusted him and he had to do everything in his power to help him achieve his dream.

The Holy Grail War is not over yet; Waver and Kenneth are, in a sense, still enemies.

"By the way, Waver. I won't pursue the matter of you stealing the relic."

Just after Webber sat down, Kenneth seemed to suddenly remember something and stared at the boy sitting opposite him, saying: