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She sighed, then grabbed Irisviel, who was tied to a stone pillar, and dragged her into her room despite her struggles.

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I'll keep updating in bursts. I was writing too seriously and got too engrossed, which slowed down the pace a bit. But the rest of the story will be high-energy from now on.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: El-Melloi II (5K words, please subscribe!)

In the bustling downtown area of ​​Fuyuki City, there is an unremarkable house.

- Ding dong.

A crisp knocking sound rang out in the early morning.

Then, the two elderly people opened the door.

"Hello, may I ask if Weber lives here now?"

The black-haired youth who appeared at the door asked politely.

"You are……?"

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Webber’s classmate and friend. You two can just call me Lowe. I’m passing through Fuyuki City and came to visit him. Webber should have introduced me, right?”

"Um……?"

Then, under the slightly puzzled gazes of the two elderly people, Luo Wei smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.

Hey!

After the crisp snap of their fingers, the two elderly people's gazes immediately shifted from doubt to enthusiasm.

"It's Luo Wei... Oh, please come in, don't be shy."

"Thank you."

With the host's permission, he entered the foyer. After declining the two elderly people's warm invitation to sit down and have some fruit, Lowe glanced towards a room in the corner. Then, he walked past the two elderly people and quickly pushed open the door to Weber's room.

"Weber, your senior brother has come to see you!"

After a warm greeting, the tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside by Luo Wei, and then he saw...

"Ok?"

A shirtless, unladylike red-haired giant, Rider Iskandar, sits on the floor, gripping a game controller, locked in a fierce battle. And then there's Webber, exhausted from the previous night and still half-lying on the floor, burying his head in the blankets like an ostrich.

This strange and philosophical scene made Loewy raise an eyebrow.

Then, this brings to mind some unofficial historical accounts about Iskandar, the conqueror.

No, it should be said that a bold conjecture suddenly popped into his mind from certain stories.

"Oh, you guys... did this afterwards? To replenish mana?"

Luo Wei blinked, then asked him curiously.

"Although I knew your magic power was insufficient, I never expected you to sacrifice yourself like this to achieve victory... Waver, my opinion of you has changed slightly! You're also someone who's willing to sell your body for victory!!"

Lo Wei gave him a thumbs up.

"What are you thinking, you idiot? It's not like that!"

Upon hearing Rowe's familiar voice, Weber, who was still half-asleep in bed, immediately woke up. He got out of bed and retorted with a flushed face.

"It's because this guy is just too big, and I didn't have any suitable clothes for him in my bag. His original outfit was too flashy, so he was just running around the room in his pants, which is why the kind of thing you're thinking of didn't happen!"

"Really? I don't believe it."

Lowe winked at him.

"Of course that's how it is! If you don't believe me, go ask the Rider over there!"

"Oh, I see... I misunderstood."

After teasing Webber a few times, Rowe shrugged and then, without standing on ceremony with his junior brother, accepted Iskandar's invitation to sit down next to Rider. He then picked up another controller from the floor and selected a two-player arcade game – The King of Fighters.

"How about we play this?"

"Come on! I have no problem with it!"

"That's good."

With Rider's permission, Rowe started fiddling with the controller while glancing at Webber, who was scrambling out of bed like a little girl, and teased, "Don't be so nervous, I was just joking."

"After all, even if you really intended to replenish your mana, you still have to compare their sizes. Your small body and magic circuits can't withstand Rider's torment, so that kind of thing is impossible."

Luo Wei waved his hand and spoke very naturally.

"...You're still as sharp-tongued as ever. Back in the Clock Tower, you were always bullying me like this... Not only did you make me write papers, but you also always tricked me into doing Kenneth's homework for you."

Looking at the uninvited Lowe, Weber's eyes held a hint of resentment, but more so a sense of helplessness.

"But haven't you also gained a lot in the process? Kenneth's private tutoring is not something you can easily learn in the classroom. It contains a lot of very valuable knowledge that you can't even buy. As a third-generation magician, you have the opportunity to access a monarch's private tutoring. What do you think is a bad thing?"

Luo Wei raised an eyebrow at him, then continued, "Besides, in that godforsaken place, who else, as the head of the family, would treat you as a classmate and friend on equal terms, except for me, an outcast? Who else would be willing to provide you with research resources that are disproportionate to your efforts and rewards?"

"...You're just lazy, aren't you?"

Hearing Lo Wei's words, which clearly treated him as a tool but took it for granted, Weber sighed helplessly.

Although Webber had some complaints about his senior brother Rowe, who always liked to give him extra work, he had to admit that Rowe was the only one who valued him, appreciated him, and actively recruited him, a third-generation magician.

Originally from the Clock Tower, he was a disciple of a third-generation magician. Due to his low aptitude, he was in Kenneth's classroom and was considered the lowest and most despised student.

He suffered much scorn and humiliation because of his bloodline, and was bullied by nobles from generations of demonic lineage. Was the only one among them willing to accept him and acknowledge his talent this senior brother before him?

No, Rowe is Kenneth's right-hand disciple, while he is merely a student in the classroom, so he is certainly not qualified to be called Rowe's fellow disciple.

After all, the difference and importance between disciples and students can never be compared.

"So what exactly are you doing here? Did you come to take me back for Mr. Kenneth?" Webber asked nervously.

Weber was not entirely unaware of Lowe's visit.

Before coming, Luo Wei called him directly, saying that he was also in Fuyuki City and wanted to meet his junior.

When Weber received the call from Lowe, he was initially puzzled...

He even suspected that this was a trap set by other Masters to lure him out and then eliminate him.

However, after confirming the phone call with the letter and hearing the other person explain in detail the embarrassing incident at the Clock Tower and the money he owed for materials, Weber had no choice but to believe it.

His best friend, who had been missing for more than half a year, was actually in Fuyuki City, and had even come looking for him.

In the end, I had no choice but to tell him about my current location, which led to his visit today.

When Weber saw the three bright red Command Seals on the back of Lowe's hand, which were not concealed, he knew why Lowe was here and where he had been during the six months he had been missing.

So he had already arrived in Fuyuki City to prepare for the Holy Grail War...

Thinking about how he had stolen Kenneth's relic and secretly participated in the Holy Grail War, Waver's heart gradually became uneasy.

"If my answer is yes, what will you choose? Will you come with me to see Master Kenneth, or will you rebel? Continue to prove your worth in this cruel war, with your frail body that can barely even provide mana for a Servant?"

When faced with Weber's question, Lowe did not answer directly, but instead chose to ask a question in return.

"I...I don't know."

When asked by Lowe, Weber silently lowered his head.

To be honest, he only joined the Holy Grail War on a whim, to prove himself to Professor Kenneth. He still doesn't understand the situation and rules of the Holy Grail War.

But one thing is certain: after witnessing so many mythical heroes gather there last night, even if Waver is slow-witted, he should understand by now...

This was not a battlefield for a third-rate magician like him to enter. The magical ritual called the Holy Grail War was not the magical exchange he had expected, but a real life-or-death battle.

Ever since witnessing that scene last night, he's been filled with unease, wondering if what he did was right. How could someone like him possibly survive such a brutal fight...?

"Hey Waver, so you're just going into the Holy Grail War with a half-hearted attitude?"

Seeing Weber's confusion, Lowe shook his head helplessly.

"Sorry, I just acted on impulse..."

Faced with Lowe's persistent questioning, Weber lowered his head.

“Waveper, didn’t I tell you long ago? You’re not mediocre, nor are you a good-for-nothing. It’s just that because of your bloodline, you can’t achieve much in the demonic path. It’s an innate defect that can’t be remedied.”

"But... you actually possess other extraordinary talents, you just haven't realized it yet."

'Is this another one of those lies you tell me to fool me...? I'm not a child anymore.'

"Didn't you notice...? Even if you say that, I... still can't accept it!"

Upon hearing Rowe's words, Weber closed his eyes, and at the same time, he couldn't help but recall the scene in class where Professor Kenneth denied his work in front of all the students, and his blood rushed to his head.

"My efforts were so denied, so mocked... Just because of my background and bloodline, they wanted to ignore my hard work and talent. You, who are destined to inherit Kenneth's mantle and become the new El-Melloi, will never understand this feeling!"

Weber gritted his teeth and then spoke his mind to Rowe in front of him.

Do you think... I could become the new El-Melloi?

Upon hearing Weber's words, Lowe smiled and shook his head.

"Isn't that right? Everyone in the classroom knows that you are Kenneth's personal disciple, and it's already a foregone conclusion that you will inherit the classroom in the future..."

"No, Weber, I will not become El-Melloi. Instead, someone else will become El-Melloi II."

Luo Wei answered in a very serious tone.

"Someone else? Then...who is it?!"

Weber looked into Lowe's eyes, his expression full of disbelief.

He knew his friend very well.

Although he often tricked him and used him as a tool, Weber knew that Rowe was not a person who spoke carelessly. At least since they became friends, he had never lied to him. That was why he was so surprised by Rowe's words.

Then, with a look of astonishment, Weber saw that Lowe, who had been so serious, suddenly smiled mysteriously, and then he pointed his finger lightly...