Zongman, the journey begins from the wrong place

Mr. Tokiomi, you are truly my great benefactor!

Overly moved, Kotomine Kirei opened his mouth slightly and forced the word "father" out of his mouth.

“Kirei! Kirei!”

Tōsaka Tokiomi didn't know what to say, but he patted Kotomine Kirei's back excitedly.

On the second floor, Scathach leaned on the railing and looked out, her soft purple hair draped over her curvy body, gently fluttering in the wind.

Not knowing what she saw, she shook her head slightly.

Not only is this master not good at fighting, he also doesn't seem to be very smart and seems to be a little blind. Should I find another way out?

She looked at the tallest building in the mountain town.

On the top floor of the Hyatt Hotel, Kenneth stared at the ceiling silently, his thoughts almost stagnant, with only three questions about life in his mind.

Can the engraving be repaired?

If I can no longer use magic, what is left of my life?

It was not until the door suddenly opened and a pair of footsteps that sounded a little familiar and a completely unfamiliar were heard that he slowly turned his head.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked at it, but once he did, his already pale face turned even paler, and he almost fell off the bed.

"Saber! What's wrong with you?!"

Harm me!

Someone is trying to murder me!

Kenneth subconsciously tried to activate the Command Spell, but as soon as his magic power started to circulate slightly, he felt a sharp pain in his magic circuits, almost making him faint.

Moreover, he no longer had any Command Seals.

After returning last night, Sora took away all the Command Seals on the pretext of helping him fight the Holy Grail War and using the Holy Grail to make a wish to restore his body.

This left Kenneth, who was already a disabled man, lying in the hotel, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Logically speaking, he should be very happy that his fiancée, who had always been sarcastic about him, suddenly became so proactive.

But Kenneth, who had lost the support of his pride, always felt that something was wrong. It was as if there was a hole in the window of his heart, and cold wind was blowing in continuously from inside.

Altria looked at the crazy Kenneth and sighed helplessly, because the other party's reaction was not beyond her expectations.

"Master, I, I can't beat him, and he said he came to you for something, so there's nothing I can do."

Although Altria said this, considering that her Master might be at the most vulnerable stage of his life, she turned around to block the silver-haired boy in front of her.

"If you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Ignoring Altria's expression of helplessness and disgust, Noah waved to Kenneth in the room.

"Mr. Lemonhead, don't be so nervous. I'm here to make a deal with you. If I really wanted to kill you, I would have chopped you to death yesterday. Even if I had stopped Leah, you would be in the morgue right now."

Kenneth, sweating profusely from the pain, didn't know what to say.

Should I refute Noah harshly and correct him that his hairstyle is not a lemon head?

Or should you admit that what the other person said is correct?

Kenneth looked around and confirmed that he had no strength to resist. Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing to fear.

This is probably called, playing badly?

"...You, what do you want to do? My Master authority has been taken away by Sora."

Sora, who is that?

Noah thought for a second before remembering the red-haired woman.

Oh, just a random girl, never mind.

"That has nothing to do with me. Aren't you two an engaged couple anyway? It's probably the same if I'm talking to you as I am to Sora-san, right?"

These words made Kenneth at a loss as to how to respond, because there was nothing wrong with what the other party said, but his own guess was completely unfounded.

This feeling is like a poor student approaching the final exam. Even if there is a voice in the heart advising oneself to face it immediately, one still can't help but subconsciously give up and ignore it.

Seeing Kenneth silent, Noah thought he had agreed with him.

"Ah, Lemonhead, can you give me the manufacturing method and ideas for your Mercury's ceremonial suit? In exchange, I can help you fight three times?"

Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid?

why?

If the magic seal is the magician's heart, then the various ceremonial costumes are the magician's limbs.

Without the ceremonial costume, even the best engravings and abundant magic power would be of little use.

Therefore, if anyone else asked him about the manufacturing ideas of the core equipment, Kenneth would definitely scold him for being wishful thinking.

But this person is a powerful Servant...

At this moment, all that came to Kenneth's mind was pure confusion.

"Why? Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, it's meaningless to you, right?"

Although the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid is a very powerful magic gift, Kenneth also knows the various limitations of this thing.

Apart from anything else, its defense can only block bullets at best.

If an anti-material weapon or rocket comes, I will be dead.

Of course, almost no magician would be harmed by a direct bullet.

"Well, if I had to say, I'd probably just learn from your way of thinking. And judging magic solely by its power wouldn't be that interesting. After all, magic itself is a very complex and magical thing, isn't it?"

Looking at Noah, Kenneth's thoughts suddenly became a little confused.

The secret of magic...

Yes, when I first came into contact with magic, didn’t I also study magic with this mentality?

When did I start to care more and more about what others think?

Do you even regard magic as a way to gain status and wealth?

111 Kenneth: As long as you don't give up, hope will follow you along the road...

After Noah left, Kenneth sat quietly in the hotel for a whole day.

He did not try to mobilize his magic power to find a way to repair the mark, but quietly looked out the window at the coastal city.

When he first arrived in Japan, Kenneth felt that this city, with no regional or ethnic characteristics, was just like the people on this island. They were a group of barbarians who had escaped from European civilization, and their magical skills were filled with an inferior atmosphere.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that this place actually had a beauty that was completely different from that of Britain, but his vision was filled with arrogance at the time.

Have I felt this way since I was born?

Obviously not.

When did I become like this?

Such confusion appeared in Kenneth's mind, and his mind was still recalling the conversation with Noah.

Even though he already possesses such powerful strength, he still has a childlike curiosity about knowledge.

Kenneth felt very familiar with that sparkling, clear gaze.

When he looked back on his memories of the past twenty years, he realized that it was the look he had when he first learned magic.

Is there a child who wouldn’t be thrilled to see objects float in their hands?

At least Kenneth couldn't imagine it.

But, I changed later.

If I had to say when it happened, it would probably be when I excitedly showed my magic tricks to my father, but he scolded me for indulging in this kind of entertainment and wasting my time.

Study for the glory of Archibald.

Study for your own status.

Fight for the praise and admiration of others.

But I no longer learn magic out of pure curiosity about the unknown world, and I always judge everything by its usefulness.

Probably from that time on, Kenneth was already half dead.

Like many people in the world, they have become like the parents they hated most in their childhood.

He realized that the most terrible enemy in the world is not death, but the one who makes people become what they are.

Indeed, only those who remain true to their original aspirations no matter how much they go through, and who will not be assimilated by jealousy, hatred, and arrogance, are qualified to be called heroes.

No wonder Altria was able to have such a pleasant conversation with the other party.

If I could understand it earlier, would I be able to get along better with King Arthur?

As he shook his head and sighed, Kenneth suddenly felt a wave of magical power approaching.

Apart from the fact that his ability to perceive magic has not been destroyed, the more crucial point is that this magic is quite familiar to Kenneth.

Weber?

Although the other party hid well, his magical talent was there. Kenneth could easily detect his presence, just like a child can tell whether the person is his parents from the footsteps in the hallway.

Although Kenneth would participate in the Holy Grail War with or without Waver to make his resume look better, at this moment he couldn't help but want to blame him for his tragic experience.

This brat!

But for some reason, although Kenneth had many complicated emotions in his heart, he was not afraid.

Anyway, Sora is not here, the worst that can happen to me is death!

Enduring the severe pain, Kenneth mobilized a bit of magic power and removed the barrier.

This action obviously scared Weber so much that he quickly ran away.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Kenneth finally saw the short man peeking into the front of the room.

This made Kenneth extremely angry, and he kept looking for a blackboard pointer.

“…Webber Velvet! How long are you going to keep up that awful attitude? Get in here!”

I had already decided in my heart to defeat Kenneth as an enemy, but the teacher always had special attacks against his students.

A scolding was heard, and Waver responded subconsciously.

"Yes! Teacher Kenneth!"

By the time he reacted, it was too late. He realized that he was completely exposed to Kenneth.

Weber trembled with a pale face, but after a long time, no attack came, so he couldn't help but open his eyes and take a peek.

Kenneth was sitting in front of the huge French window, looking at him with a helpless look that was filled with a bit of disgust.

Although there was no difference from before, Weber felt that something seemed to have changed in Kenneth that he did not understand.

"Ken, Teacher Kenneth? You, you weren't..."

Weber opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't get the last few words out.

"Ambush by that bastard Magician Killer? Ha, you were watching too, weren't you?"

Kenneth raised his arm, feeling the intense pain brought by the flow of magic power, and grinned with a somewhat hideous smile.

"Yes, you read that right. I've been attacked. My magic circuits have been completely destroyed. I can no longer use magic... Severed and connected? What a formidable origin! They actually came up with that kind of attack method. Anyone who can become famous, no matter how bastard they are, must have some real skills."

When Kenneth found himself thinking enthusiastically about Emiya Kiritsugu's attack method, he couldn't help but feel absurd.

Weber was so frightened that he almost left.

For any magus, having their magic circuits destroyed and being unable to use magic anymore is a torture more horrible than being cut into pieces.