"Student Aslan, you were right! Those damn guys actually obstructed me during the Holy Grail War—no... to be precise, during the preparation phase! Damn them, they actually lost the catalyst I worked so hard to prepare!! I heard it was taken by one of my students. What a joke! How could a student easily take my package!!"
Kenneth's voice came through the phone. Even just hearing his voice, one could imagine the Lord's furious, thunderous appearance at this moment. How could all of this be a coincidence? That was a catalyst!
If Aslan hadn't warned him, perhaps Kenneth would have been careless with his catalyst, and a delivery mix-up could have certainly happened. But after Aslan's repeated reminders, Kenneth had also given multiple instructions to the person delivering his package, and had even sent a Mystic Code over as protection for the catalyst. As a result, the Mystic Code was never successfully activated, and then came the news that his package was missing. If he hadn't investigated thoroughly, he wouldn't have known where his package had gone.
Although he could give up on going to the Far East to participate in the Holy Grail War, if he did, rumors might spread throughout the Clock Tower that he was too cowardly to compete. This would be a serious blow to the reputation of his entire faction. More importantly, Kenneth himself was a genius; he would not allow himself to bear such an unfounded reputation. What's more, this trip abroad also provided an opportunity to find the traitor within his faction. He would remember this loss. When he had crushed his opponent's faction, he would definitely make them pay the price.
"I've already used the catalyst you gave me to summon a Heroic Spirit. Although not a Knight of the Round Table, he is no less than one. I won't ask where you got this catalyst; everyone has their own secrets. In any case, I owe you another favor this time. Sola and I will head to Fuyuki as soon as possible. We'll meet again when my workshop is set up."
Kenneth hung up the phone in London. By his window, a Lancer holding a silver holy spear was drinking a modern fine wine. At this Lancer's waist hung two knightly swords, one of which had a red hilt.
According to his own Heroic Spirit, although he could descend as a Lancer, his strongest state was actually as a Saber. So, don't be fooled by the knightly swords hanging at his waist now; these two swords could only be used as weapons and could not be released. To be honest, being able to bring the knightly swords down with him was already quite surprising to him. Of course, to be precise, the two swords he carried at his waist could not have their Noble Phantasms released. The reason was that, having descended as a Lancer, the two weapons he carried at his waist were just replicas that looked exactly like the originals. Perhaps it was because in his legend, he had only used the holy spear in his hand once, so he was allowed to use the swords he had used before as his usual weapons. The two knightly swords probably only had a strength close to that of a C-rank Noble Phantasm.
The lazy Lancer finished the fine wine in his hand and turned to look at his Master. "Finished with the call? Actually, you don't need to be so angry, my Master. Please believe that I will absolutely not be worse than the trump card you had prepared before. Speaking of which, was the one you were talking to an ally for this time?"
Kenneth put down the phone and rubbed his temples. "With a Heroic Spirit's ability, you should have been able to hear my voice. What, is that all your ability amounts to? If that's the case, I'll regret summoning you."
The Lancer holding the wine glass raised an eyebrow, then let out a series of laughs. "Hahaha, Master, don't look at me being so sloppy, and I've even done a lot of bastardly things. But I am, more or less, a knight. I respect my master and cherish my friends. This basic virtue, I still follow. If I were truly evil and disrespectful, you, my Master, would also feel a headache and disappointment, right?"
The Lancer's lazy eyes instantly became serious and sharp. His aura began to retract, looking completely different from the lazy person just now. Kenneth smiled and nodded. Indeed, he also paid great attention to the relationship between superiors and inferiors. If the Servant he summoned was truly a disrespectful fellow, then he might have to find a way to properly train them.
As expected of Student Aslan. The Heroic Spirit he recommended is truly suitable for me.
"Speaking of which, Master, I heard from Miss Sola that the catalyst used to summon me was given to you by someone else. It was the friend you were just on the phone with, right? What kind of person is he?"
After coming to the modern world and learning the stories of that time, in the entire legend of King Arthur, although he had a part, it wasn't that much. Both the Round Table Knights and Aslan were more famous than him. What's more, some of the things he had done, although unintentional, were indeed a bit bastardly. Just what kind of person would possess a catalyst that could summon him?
A smile appeared on Kenneth's face, and the aura around him completely relaxed. Anyone could see that when he mentioned his ally, or even his friend, this magus truly held sincere affection and trust. "Him... he's a genius. You're not bad either. I imagine in the future, there will be no shortage of women in the entire world of magi who want to marry him."
Perhaps there will also be many men who want to marry him.
"You'll meet when you get to the Far East. Trust me, you will definitely become good friends."
The Lancer poured himself another glass of fine wine. Looking at the scenery outside the window, he took a light sip. "Since that's the case, this glass is an early celebration. I will meet another good friend. The Holy Grail War... is truly magical."
The Lancer narrowed his eyes, thinking of the distant past. He originally thought he would have no regrets and could have an eternal, peaceful sleep. But he never expected that during his last meeting with that guy, he would be proven right. How could he not have regrets...
His own death could be said to be his own fault, a way to atone for his past strike. But his younger brother was innocent. Filled with such pain and regret, his deceased self naturally became one of the Heroic Spirits, one who would be drawn to the Holy Grail.
"If fate allows..."