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

Iskandar had his own plans. Since he regarded Shinji as his future subject, it was his duty as the "king" to guide and supervise his mind so that it would not fall into the abyss.

"Although precious magic materials are used,

However, this seal is ultimately fighting against the Holy Grail system, so it probably won't last long.

If the Assassin's Master is willing to invest in Command Seals, the seal will break down even faster.

If you want to study it, do it as soon as possible.

With the seal in place, Waver wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a satisfied expression.

He would never have had the opportunity to come into contact with so many high-level magic materials before.

Not to mention personally using it to set up the seal.

This time, I really got to experience the life of a rich person.

"It's okay, as long as we get all the data we can before he gets out of trouble, it's all a bonus."

After listening to Weber's instructions, Shinji shrugged indifferently.

Of course, that's one way of saying it.

But after receiving the sealing container, Shinji immediately and secretly connected the Three-Based Magic Furnace.

With the magic supplied by the three magic furnaces, Assassin has no chance of escaping until at least the end of the Holy Grail War.

After escaping from the Reality Marble, Waver and Iskandar took their leave and returned to their respective residences to rest.

After all, they had achieved their main objective for this trip—confirming Shinji's safety and successfully delivering the "gift" they had brought back to him.

Given that Shinji is currently in a period of dormancy, the space he uses for his temporary base is quite limited.

Weber really didn't want to relive the embarrassing experience of sharing a bed with Shinji, so he suggested leaving early on.

After the two left, the base returned to silence, but Shinji found himself wide awake.

The unique and complex soul structure of Baimao Hassan seemed to ignite a continuously leaping spark in his mind, with a constant stream of inspiration and thoughts surging, keeping his mind in an exceptionally active state.

Since he couldn't fall asleep, he simply gave up the idea of ​​forcing himself to sleep.

He decided to use this time of lucidity to do something he had personally experienced six months ago—to extract specific memories from the subject by meticulously peeling away fragments of the soul.

Because the protection mechanisms of Wanshou Square cannot be used for filtering, accurately locating the desired part in a person's vast memory is technically quite challenging.

Assassin's soul is too precious to be used in the early stages of technological exploration.

Speaking of which, I must thank Lord Kenneth again. Although some of the evil spirits captured from the ruins of his magic workshop were used on Gladys, the rest were enough for Shinji to collect a batch of valuable data.

Chapter 41: The Long Night Is Not Over

The night is still long.

While Shinji was engrossed in his research, Kenneth, who had left alone, also began his own actions.

His magic circuits are broken, and the magic he was so proud of can no longer be performed.

Therefore, he needs new power.

Fortunately, he is still the head of the El-Melloi family.

The resources that can be mobilized still exceed those of the vast majority of people.

Once news of his downfall reaches the Clock Tower, most of these resources will be seized by others.

Since that's the case, it's more cost-effective to let him use it himself.

Kiritsugu Emiya taught Kenneth a harsh lesson—about how to fight without using magic.

On his way back to the underground parking lot, Kenneth received what he needed.

When he returned to the underground parking lot, it was exactly the same as when he left.

This situation caused Kenneth's heart to ache once again.

He was seriously injured and disappeared for one or two hours without anyone noticing.

One of them was a follower who had sworn allegiance to him, and the other was his fiancée.

Kenneth isn't stupid; Sorawu's behavior during this period has been completely undisguised.

This factor also played a significant role in his extremely poor attitude towards Diarmuid.

Who could blame them when Diarmuid had a history of abducting the eldest brother's fiancée during his lifetime, and Kenneth had also learned history quite well.

As soon as Dirumdo appears, coupled with Sorawi's attitude...

Kenneth felt as if his hair had turned green.

Of course, Kenneth knew that his anger towards Diarmuid was more of a misplaced grudge.

After all, Diarmuid's cursed beauty mark contained a very weak curse that could only affect ordinary people.

Solau is the daughter of the renowned Lord of the Spirit Summoning Department, so her magical talent is unlikely to be weak.

The curse of the beauty mark under her eye could not affect her at all.

Therefore, the only possibility is that Sorawu did it voluntarily—but that is precisely the most hurtful thing.

Kenneth had previously considered that the Holy Grail War would only last seven days, after which Diarmuid would return to the Throne of Heroes.

So Kenneth could tell himself that there was still a long way to go, and he had plenty of time to win Soraw's heart.

But all of this was ruthlessly shattered in Einzbern's castle.

Solau's subsequent actions broke his heart even more.

Shinji's arrival was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

As Shinji swaggered closer, Kenneth desperately hoped that the footsteps were Soraw's change of heart.

But no, it was just a hyena that came after smelling the stench of decay.

The transaction between Shinji and Kenneth went very smoothly, and the two didn't even have a disagreement.

But deep down, do you really think Kenneth would willingly transfer the family's assets to outsiders so easily?

He simply couldn't refuse.

Even if the final result can be considered a happy one, with Shinji obtaining Kenneth's knowledge and legacy.

Kenneth also tried his best to find a way to ensure the continuation of the family line.

But for Kenneth, this was a disgrace.

If the resulting anger doesn't reach Shinji, then someone else has to bear the brunt of it.

Kenneth pushed the wheelchair away from the shadows of the hospital bed and closed his eyes.

He calmly savored this humiliation, letting the raging fire of anger lick at his cold mind.

Meanwhile, Dirumdo was rushing towards the underground parking lot at full speed.

The second half of the King's Feast in Iskandar was quite chaotic.

The initial melee nearly razed the houses to the ground, after which Rider and Saber retreated.

Gilgamesh vented his anger on the Berserker, the troublemaker.

This time, even Tokiomi Tohsaka didn't dare to offer any advice.

After all, sending out Assassin was already his own decision. If he had stopped Gilgamesh while he was in a fit of rage, Tokiomi Tohsaka probably wouldn't have survived until tomorrow.

Therefore, the only option was to send people to evacuate the people while simultaneously carrying out post-disaster relief work—referring to hypnosis.

In any case, this incident was just a gas explosion.

It was not a terrorist attack, and it had nothing to do with the previous hotel explosion or the dock fire.

With Gilgamesh and Berserker locked in a fierce battle, Diarmuid naturally noticed the commotion.

He was already hoping to win the Holy Grail War under Solau's "persuasion" so that he could use the Holy Grail to heal his master, so he naturally wanted to take this opportunity to investigate.

However, Diarmuid's pace was not fast enough, and by the time he arrived, the battle was already over.

Given the magnitude of the event, Diarmuid, being a loyalist, naturally had to report it to his Master.

As a result, Solau could no longer keep the news of Kenneth's disappearance a secret.

"Master!"

Dirumdo rushed anxiously into the empty underground parking lot, his hurried footsteps echoing on the cold cement floor.

Solau followed behind him with a gloomy expression, the sound of his high heels clicking on the ground at a leisurely pace.

"Master!"

Dirumdo's shouts echoed repeatedly in the empty parking lot, but received no response.

The spotlight still shone alone, its blinding beam illuminating the empty hospital bed.

His gaze swept swiftly across every dim corner like a hawk's, finally settling on the deep shadows in the distance—the wheelchair he knew so well, sitting there quietly.

"Master!"

Diarmuid strode forward, but just as he was about to reach the wheelchair, he caught a glimpse of the figure above it.

His movements suddenly froze, as if he had been frozen by invisible ice.

Kenneth closed his eyes, his body leaning back in a near-perfectly relaxed posture.

That tranquility seemed particularly eerie, even chilling, at this time and place.

His hands were folded on his knees, and at the joints of his long fingers, there were still some phosphorescent fragments that were slowly fading away, as if some kind of ritual had just been completed.

"Step back, Lancer, give me some private space."

Kenneth slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as calm as a bottomless ancient well, his gaze passing directly over Diarmuid in front of him, as if he didn't exist at all, but fixed on Solau behind him.

Dirumdo instinctively sensed a strong sense of unease; the undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface sent chills down his spine.

"……Yes!"

However, he eventually gave in.

After all, Kenneth was his lord, the one to whom he swore allegiance.

Such thinking might be called blind loyalty, but Diarmuid's response to the call to action is now here.

Isn't it all for this unwavering, almost obsessive loyalty?

"Sola".

After Diarmuid left as instructed, only the two of them remained in the empty center of the field.

Kenneth, as always, called out his fiancée's nickname in that gentle and familiar tone.

The deep affection and longing contained in that voice seem unchanged even now.

"Now that things have come to this, what else do you want to say?"

However, upon hearing that call that had once stirred her heart, Solau's face remained unmoved; she merely twitched her lips and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

"Do you still want to call yourself my fiancé?"

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, abandon your pathetic illusions.

Her voice was sharp and cutting.

“I am the daughter of a monarch, and my marriage must bring honor and power to my family. My fiancé, under no circumstances can be someone like you... a cripple whose magic circuits are destroyed and who cannot even stand up.”

Chapter 42: Revenge

"I know!"

Kenneth remained calm in the face of Solau's sarcasm, so calm that even Solau sensed something was amiss.

"Bang~"

But she realized it too late, and the light underground was too dim.

By the time she noticed a silvery glint in Kenneth's hand, it was already too late.

A muffled gunshot rang out in the underground space, followed by Soraw's scream echoing through the space.

In the realm of combat, Solau is even inferior to Kenneth.