Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

Their expressions showed obvious anxiety.

Upon meeting him, Weber breathed a sigh of relief, as if his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, had finally settled.

He then immediately and aggressively pressed Shinji for answers.

Weber's sudden questioning left Shinji somewhat bewildered. He subconsciously glanced at Greta, who was standing quietly to the side, hoping to get some hints from her.

But she just watched quietly from the side, her face expressionless, as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

That's the downside of a brand-new Imperial Arms whose personality isn't fully developed yet; it has absolutely no sense of propriety.

Shinji silently raised the priority of Goredia's mental development in his mind.

He then turned to Weber and calmly asked:

"Something came up, so I had to go out for a bit. What's wrong?"

Weber did not answer immediately, but stepped forward and carefully examined Shinji from head to toe.

Only after confirming that there were no signs of injury on his body did they truly breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he grabbed Shinji's hand and turned it over.

The once clear and bright red Command Seal symbols there have now vanished without a trace.

"Your Command Seals suddenly disappeared, which startled us! When we came back and couldn't find you, we thought something had happened to you!"

Weber's tone was a mixture of worry and lingering fear.

Hearing Weber's words, Shinji felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

However, while he was touched, he also felt a bit amused and exasperated, and he immediately understood the reason behind it.

It turns out that Caster's soul and Noble Phantasm are still connected to Iskandar in some way.

So the instant Shinji lost his Command Seals, Iskandar had a vague premonition.

Losing the Command Seals themselves might not be such a big deal.

But no sooner had they taken Shinji's Imperial Arms than Shinji's Command Seals disappeared.

The timing of these two events, occurring one after another, is so coincidental that it inevitably leads to some unpleasant associations.

Therefore, Waver and Iskandar rushed back without even noticing that the Holy Grail Questions had just ended.

But when they returned, they found the base empty. When they asked Greta about the situation, they only received a puzzled and bewildered look from her and could not get any useful information.

If it weren't for the fact that Gretia, as a familiar, was still alive and kicking, in perfect condition...

This suggests that Shinji is at least not in mortal danger at present.

They've probably been itching to launch a massive city-wide manhunt in their super-powered vehicles for a while now.

"I'm so sorry, I made you worry."

After listening to Waver's account, Shinji realized how serious the consequences of this blunder were. He quickly apologized to Waver and Iskandar, and also explained the whereabouts of the Command Seals to them.

"I transferred the Command Seals myself; nothing unexpected happened."

"Active relocation?"

Weber stared wide-eyed in disbelief, instinctively clutching his chest as if he had been betrayed.

He couldn't help but raise his voice:

"We are allies in the Holy Grail War! Even if you are unwilling to leave your Command Seals to increase our chances of winning, you shouldn't at least actively support the enemy, right?"

He pressed on urgently:

"Who exactly did you give the Command Seals to?"

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald.

Shinji replied calmly.

“We made a deal.”

This answer truly surprised Weber.

He was initially taken aback, his face filled with astonishment, but after a brief moment of processing, he quickly regained his composure, his expression turning thoughtful. He pressed on with a questioning look:

"Kenneth...teacher? Didn't he already possess Command Seals? Why would he need yours?"

"Because his Command Seals have been taken away."

Shinji provided a brief yet informative explanation.

Then, under Iskandar's expression of 'detailed discussion', Shinji vividly recounted to the two of them the series of events that occurred in the love triangle between Kenneth, his fiancée, and Diarmuid.

After listening to Shinji's story, both Weber and Iskandar had expressions like old people using cell phones on the subway.

Weber opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

His young face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and some indescribable complex emotions.

"That arrogant guy actually has this side to him?"

In the end, Weber could only manage to squeeze out this sentence.

At the Clock Tower, Kenneth always appeared before Weber as an elegant, noble, and arrogant genius.

Please forgive Weber, but I simply cannot imagine him being so infatuated with a woman.

Iskandar quickly recovered from his shock, rubbing his chin and letting out a low laugh.

"Hmph, interesting. That magician who can't even stand up still wants to continue participating in this war?"

A light, almost one of admiration, flickered in his red eyes.

"Although he was an incompetent ruler who couldn't distinguish between loyalty and treachery, at least his obsession was somewhat noteworthy."

"Rider, you—"

Weber instinctively wanted to retort, but swallowed the words back.

He recalled the terrible state Kenneth was in that night at Eindzbern Castle;

I think of that once invincible monarch who now can only move around in a wheelchair.

A strange, indescribable emotion surged within him, preventing him from dismissing Iskandar's assessment as he usually did.

Iskandar suppressed his smile and turned to Shinji.

"Now I'm curious, what did you get in exchange for the Command Seals?"

Upon hearing Iskandar's question, Weber, who was standing nearby, also perked up his ears.

"Some things that are currently useless."

Shinji didn't elaborate, but instead looked at Weber and abruptly changed the subject.

"By the way, didn't you guys go to a party? Why are you back so soon?"

It wasn't that Shinji was unwilling to tell them; it was simply that the information Kenneth provided had a profound impact on Weber.

It could potentially affect the birth of El-Melloi II.

Not receiving a reply from Shinji, the two of them immediately showed expressions of regret.

However, neither of them were the type to pry, so since Shinji didn't want to talk about it, they wouldn't force him.

However, Weber's expression immediately turned strange in response to Shinji's question.

He exchanged a glance with Iskandar.

“That party…” Weber hesitated, “…went a little wrong.”

"situation?"

Shinji is getting interested; something's up. Could it be because of the butterfly effect he caused?

But Weber suddenly yawned and said to Iskandar beside him:

"Rider, it's getting late, let's go back and rest!"

"Yes, that's right, I'm also a little tired."

Chapter 37: Foreword

Seeing the two of them getting up to leave, Shinji was both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, the two did not really intend to leave. They were just acting on a whim and wanted to "get back at" Shinji for his earlier evasiveness, so they decided to tease him.

Seeing Shinji's helpless expression, the goal had been achieved.

The two men burst into laughter, their laughter filled with the glee of a successful prank.

Once the laughter subsided, Weber composed himself and got back to the main topic.

As night fell, Iskandar, along with Waver and Gretia, drove the Divine Wheel away from the base.

On the way, we deliberately took a detour through a brightly lit commercial street.

Since he had taken the initiative to visit, Iskandar specially selected and purchased a large barrel of high-end wine as a gift.

Weber, on the other hand, could only grimace as he clutched his wallet and became the sucker who had to pay the bill.

After all, one of the other two companions was a Servant who had only been in the world for a few days and was penniless.

The other one was even "born" not long ago.

Only now did he fully understand that Rider wouldn't take him to any party for no reason.

So that's where he was waiting.

He couldn't help but wonder if Shinji had already seen through the sinister intentions hidden behind Rider's "warm invitation," which was why he made an excuse to decline.

However, he clearly forgot a crucial fact.

Given Shinji's age as a minor, even if he did come along...

In the end, it was he, the nominal "adult," who had to take out his wallet to pay the bill.

The Einzbern family's new stronghold is located near the Mien River and is a large traditional Japanese building complex.

Due to a lack of maintenance over a long period of time, its appearance appears somewhat mottled and dilapidated.

Because Iskandar made no attempt to conceal his overwhelming Servant aura.

So when they arrived, Saber and Irisviel had already noticed.

They had already prepared for a possible attack by standing guard in the courtyard.

"Rider, have you come here to start a war?"

Having just experienced Kenneth's in-person service, Saber and her group are still quite sensitive.

So Saber didn't mince words either.

She held an invisible sword, her golden hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, her eyes filled with wariness and scrutiny.

Iskandar, upon seeing this, simply burst into laughter.

He opened his arms wide, revealing a completely unguarded posture, as if to show his openness and honesty.

"War? No, no, King Knight, you've misunderstood."

"If I, Iskandar, were to challenge you, I would do so honorably, issuing a challenge in a mutually agreeable battleground. I would never resort to such a despicable act as a night raid."

As he spoke, his gaze passed over Saber and landed on the dilapidated old house behind her, a hint of curiosity and amusement flashing in his eyes.

"I have come tonight only to share a drink with a king."

He patted the wine barrel beside him, making a dull sound.

"After all, while the Holy Grail War is a bloodbath, the exchanges between kings don't always have to be filled with swords and shadows. What do you think, Saber?"

Upon hearing this, Saber frowned slightly. She did not lower her sword, but the hostility in her eyes lessened somewhat.

To demonstrate his sincerity to the greatest extent, Weber, who had been following Iskandar, sighed.

Helplessly, he poked his head out of the chariot and gave the two people opposite him an awkward smile.

Upon seeing Rider's Master, Saber's eyes flickered slightly.

She turned her head and exchanged a glance with Irisviel beside her, who nodded slightly.

“Saber, let them in.”