Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

He took a deep breath and said, "Rider, let's go visit the monarch, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald. We must convince him."

But his words received no response. Rider turned his head to look at the corner behind him, with a sullen face and no words.

"rider?"

"Hey, friend over there, it's not good to remain silent. If I duel you in the daytime, I'm sure your Master will be troubled too."

The rider placed his hand on the materialized dagger. He simply pulled out a section of the blade, and tiny lightning began to "crackle" from time to time.

Weber also reacted at this time. He quickly hid behind the rider and looked around vigilantly.

"..."

After a moment of silence, a figure emerged from the empty air. Although he had no weapon in his hands, everyone knew his identity.

"Lancer, why are you here?"

Weber asked subconsciously, but as soon as he finished speaking, he realized the stupidity of his question.

"I see. Rider and I have been discovered by Mr. Kenneth?"

"That's right. The Lord sent me here to expel you. By the way, he also has a message for Mr. Weber."

Lancer repeated his Master's angry words.

"How dare you take the initiative to explore my position? It seems that I, Kenneth, am being underestimated by my own students! Okay, I'll work overtime tonight to show Weber what a magician's fight is all about."

Lancer's tone was imitated perfectly, with no compromise in the murderousness and coldness, which made Waver sweat profusely.

But even Weber himself did not expect that although his legs were weak and trembling, his back was still straight and he did not take a single step back.

He took a deep breath of the cool winter air and looked straight ahead with determined eyes.

"Lancer, don't do anything yet. Rider and I are here to discuss an alliance with Master Kenneth. Please let me meet your Master."

"what?"

Hearing this, Lancer's murderous intent froze, and he looked at the King of Conquerors smiling in front of him, feeling somewhat hesitant.

Alliances were a common choice in the Holy Grail War, and he had no objection to it, but regarding his own Master...

"Humph."

At this moment, Kenneth's voice suddenly appeared at the corner of the street, as if speaking right next to everyone's ear.

"Lancer, bring Rider and his Master here. However, I will only allow Waver Velvet to enter my workshop alone. If you do not agree, then there is no need for an alliance."

The content of the words made Rider frown. Letting a magician enter another magician's workshop was like putting a person into a tiger cage.

"Hey, Lancer's Master, this condition is too harsh."

The rider disagreed, but behind him, Waver tugged at the edge of the King of Conquerors' clothes.

"I go."

Chapter 147 Siege C Flash (4k)

Weber Velvet, an inconspicuous one among his many students, was as insignificant as dust in Kenneth's eyes, no matter his family background or talent.

Such a mediocre magician would eventually disappear into some dark corner, and there should have been no contact with him anymore.

But because of his outrageous paper, Kenneth remembered this kid Weber, not because of his brilliance, but because of his stupidity.

To be precise, it is not that the content is worthless and not worth posting, but that we are amazed at his stupidity in putting it into writing and then making it public.

The Clock Tower is not some beautiful ivory tower. It is both an academy and a society. It is also a graveyard that swallows up many magicians and a dinner plate for nobles to compete with each other.

The moment Kenneth finished reading the paper, he foresaw the end of that foolish student.

If he did nothing, Waver would inevitably disappear one day, just like countless magicians who had disappeared over the past thousand years.

But Kenneth chose not to do so. He looked through the paper in his hand again, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his eyes that he himself did not even notice.

"Although the whole article is utterly stupid, it does offer some interesting perspectives and is worth reading."

It's a pity to let him die like this.

"Besides, you are a student of my Lord, El-Melloi, after all. It would be a disgrace to me if you just disappeared like that."

After closing the paper, Kenneth made a decision. It was this difference in thought that determined the fate of many things in the future.

……

"Weber Velvet, the thief who stole my holy relic, dares you to come to my house so brazenly after all this. What on earth do you want to do?"

Sitting elegantly on the single sofa in the hotel, Kenneth shook the wine glass in his hand and looked down at the third-rate magician standing in front of him with his imposing manner.

"However, although I wish I could use you as material for a mechanical puppet, since you dare to enter my iron-clad workshop alone, I will give you a chance to speak."

This is also Kenneth's reward to Weber for his courage to face him head-on.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Kenneth."

Weber breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the most difficult step had passed. Since Kenneth didn't kill him right from the start, it meant that he also wanted to talk.

"Then I'll be frank, Lord El-Melloi. As the Rider Master, I submit a request for an alliance."

He tried to straighten his back. Although his wandering eyes made him lose a lot of momentum, it was still a world of difference compared to before.

"Alliance? Mr. Waver, have you forgotten that it was your theft that brought me to this point? How shameless of you to even come and negotiate terms now."

He gently placed the cup in his hand on the coffee table, and the crisp sound of the cup bottom hitting the glass made Weber shudder.

The teacher's pressure on students is still too great.

"But I think Mr. Kenneth will accept my suggestion."

"Oh? Then let me hear where you get this unfounded confidence from."

Kenneth narrowed his eyes slightly. He found that the student in front of him seemed to have become much more pleasing to the eye in the past three days. At least he could speak fluently when facing him.

"Very good! Now it's time to test my luck."

Weber clenched his fists in his heart and cheered himself up.

On the way here, he repeatedly thought about Kenneth's character weaknesses. Although he didn't know whether his judgment of people was accurate, he decided to give it a try with the words he had prepared.

"Because the teacher is a noble who upholds pride."

Weber tried his best to make his tone full of uplifting and pursuit.

"You possess a heart befitting the noble status of the Archibald family. Now, as the one who committed the crime, I offer my apology and am willing to serve as a pawn in the upcoming war. I believe the magnanimous Lord El-Melloi will not mind granting me a ray of hope."

"I am far inferior to you in both tactics and insight. I beg you to take the lead in this alliance. Please also give me a chance to witness Mr. Kenneth's strategic planning with my own eyes."

Weber bent down almost ninety degrees, and the overflowing words of praise made him feel sick. Even the Lancer who hadn't spoken a word gave him a strange look.

"..."

Kenneth didn't respond immediately, and the quiet atmosphere gradually turned awkward. Waver's already limited confidence began to waver.

"Is it true that my judgment of people is not good enough?"

Weber almost thought he had failed, but he couldn't give up. If he couldn't even take the first step, everything that followed would be in vain.

He gritted his teeth, his brain starting to spin rapidly, thinking of his next words.

"You can do it, Waver. Think about it, Kenneth-sensei grew up surrounded by praise, so he might be used to my flattery. Why not change the subject and praise his fiancée, Miss Sora..."

In just a few seconds, Weber's mind was organizing new words again. Judging from this point of view alone, he might have a talent for doing jobs that require language organization skills.

But judging from the current situation, all his prepared ideas are useless.

Kenneth's originally indifferent expression suddenly broke, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a smile that looked a little funny when you looked at it closely.

"Is that so? Even though it's only three generations of inheritance, you're still a magician after all. It's only natural that you recognize the nobility of the Archibald family. Yeah, thinking about it this way, what you said makes sense. A noble person should naturally be magnanimous and tolerant..."

He jumped up from the sofa and paced back and forth in the room in a slightly dizzy manner.

"And given the current situation, having an ally is indeed a lot safer. None of those guys from the Church or the Three Great Families can be trusted. In comparison, Waver Velvet is at least my student. Plus, he said he would hand over the leadership to me, so this gives me a chance of winning."

"Thinking about it this way, this alliance is indeed timely. The two Servants joining forces should have reached the bottom line of fighting against Caster and Archer, right?"

Kenneth stopped pacing, thought carefully, and weighed the pros and cons. He turned around and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Ahem, well, it's also the instructor's responsibility to demonstrate proper magical qualities to students. Be grateful, Waver. You will see a Lord who gives his all."

Joy welled up on Waver's brows. He suppressed his voice and asked again in disbelief: "In other words...!"

Kenneth walked up to Weber, looked down at this mediocre disciple, snorted coldly, took off the glove on his right hand, and made a handshake gesture.

This is etiquette for equal treatment.

Although he was far superior to Weber as a magician, at this moment, Kenneth recognized that Weber was a Master equal to him.

"Rider's Master, Waver Velvet, as Lancer's Master, I formally sign a wartime alliance contract with you. You and I will entrust our lives to each other, working together with one heart and one mind, without betrayal. The time limit is until only you and I are left alive."

"My pleasure."

Barely suppressing his excitement, Waver felt that there would never be a more memorable moment in his life than this one.

"Thus, the covenant is established."

He tried to keep a serious face and shook hands with the lecturer whom he had always been most hostile to and afraid of. The lancer beside him also knelt on one knee to salute.

"Very good. Then Weber, call your rider in. I have a secret technique that suits your current situation."

"Situation?" Weber asked in confusion.

"It's a trick to split the Master and the magic power provider into two people. After all, your inferior magic circuits can't provide sufficient magic power. Now that we're allies, we naturally can't let the rider attack with insufficient magic power."

Kayneth casually mentioned a technique that could overturn a rule of the Holy Grail War.

In addition, he felt that compared to the lancer, the rider, which consumed a huge amount of magic power, might be the one that could truly demonstrate the value of this technology.

So who was the culprit who made him miss the rider?

Haha (sneer).

"Is that so..." Weber's expression was a little subtle.

Kenneth thought Weber was worried about his burden, so he rarely explained a few words.

"Don't worry. Lancer's magic power is provided by Sora. I only need to provide Rider's magic power, which is quite easy. The magic circuits accumulated by generations of Archibald are not for show."

In fact, Webber is indeed full of worries now, but what he is worried about is the situation where another person is inexplicably involved in his relationship with Rider, which makes him feel a little dissatisfied.

……

……

Time, the fourth night, at the former residence of the Tohsaka family.

“Ah la la la la la!!!”

Waving the reins, the divine bull stretched out its limbs and hooves wantonly. Unlike when Weber provided magic power and there was only a small amount of electric arc, the divine bull now was literally stepping on a sea of thunder.

In the chariot, Kenneth's face was a little pale.

"What a mistake! I didn't expect that even someone as talented as me couldn't handle the Rider's full power. I should have at least brought a magic furnace."

That being said, he wished Rider had a treasure that could squeeze out more magic power, or some skill that could exchange magic power for combat power.

His three magic furnaces are not vegetarians.

At this moment, the world has turned into a battlefield. Thunder is like the majesty of God, and the divine tower is the original of human wisdom. The two are incompatible. The magic artillery bombardment and thunder intertwine with each other, causing an explosion.

The residents around trembled after seeing this scene, and no one dared to go out. They just thought it was a punishment from God.

What's funny is that after the Holy Grail War, the number of religious believers in Fuyuki City once exceeded one-tenth of the total population.

"Take this blow from me! [Distant Ravage Domination]!"

The Conqueror King roared with joy, and the divine bull he sat on let out a long roar in unison. Then the magic power in his body expanded rapidly, and he pulled the iron chariot towards the barrier of the divine tower.

In an instant, the world lost its color.

Every tramp of the sacred bull and every crush of the wheels caused the barrier to creak under the heavy burden, and numerous cracks appeared on its surface.

"That's the time, Lancer!" the King of Conquerors shouted.

"Understood. Thank you for creating this flaw, King of Conquerors! Now it's up to me to show my performance."

Behind him, Lancer, who had been waiting for a long time, had his eyes lit up. He raised his red and yellow guns, leaped up like a white crane, drew a smooth curve in the air, passed through the barrier, and entered the interior of the divine tower.