Chapter 59 Director Ken, why are you emitting green light?

Fuyuki City is not prosperous, but it is definitely not a remote place.

As a city with a large number of tourists, hotels are naturally something that everyone who comes here for sightseeing must check in advance.

Although students with little or no income have limited hotel options, they still have reasons to choose.

But successful people have no choice.

KaiYue Hotel.

The only five-star hotel in Fuyuki City.

Standing on the top floor of this hotel and looking down, you can clearly see the appearance of Fuyuki City at night.

This hotel is like power.

The bottom floor is out of reach, but the upper floors are accessible at will.

Kenneth, one of the seven masters of the Holy Grail War who came from the Clock Tower, lives in this hotel.

Kenneth, the ninth head of the Archibald family, whose full name is Kenneth El-Melloi.

This director from the Clock Tower's Spiritual Department has had a smooth and unimpeded journey from birth to his rise to prominence.

The Holy Grail War, which other magicians had to prepare for and risk their lives to participate in, was nothing more to him than coming to another country, gilding himself, and adding another chapter to his glorious resume.

But what he never expected was that the war had not yet begun.

Misfortunes come one after another like a group of people who have been waiting in line for ten years.

First, the holy relic 'Alexander's Cloak' that he had prepared was stolen by his worthless student, and then the heroic spirit that he had just selected and summoned made...his already unlucky love life even more unlucky.

"We have to change the program schedule and insert an urgent news report. An unexplained explosion occurred in the warehouse street in the Bayside area of ​​Fuyuki City. We are now switching to the live broadcast..."

The TV is showing what happened tonight.

Kenneth picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. The room became quiet for a moment, and you could hear a pin drop.

His face seemed to be stern all the time.

He looked at the Heroic Spirit in front of him, who was very respectful and respectful to him:
"Why couldn't you kill Saber tonight? You had many chances. Is this your loyalty as a knight and your belief in serving your lord?"

"Is the competition with Saber so interesting?"

The hands in white gloves rubbed his temples.

Kayneth questioned Diarmuid without even looking him in the eye, just squinting at him.

An admirable hero, being humble in front of himself, for Kayneth, this is what he should do as a servant.

"it's not true…"

Diarmuid knelt on one knee without looking up:
"I swear on the honor of a knight that I will offer Saber's head."

The answer without any defense made Kenneth even more angry.

It seems especially appropriate when anger appears on a face that has always been stern.

"There's no need to swear, of course!"

Kenneth's tone suddenly became fierce, and the hand that was rubbing his temple slammed heavily on the armrest of the chair.

"You made a contract with me to obtain the Holy Grail for me. Now, you have to swear to win over a mere Saber. I think you are wrong!"

In Kenneth's eyes, all of Diarmuid's actions were natural.

Kenneth, who was born into an aristocratic family of magicians and has been a genius since childhood, has always believed in the rules of magicians.

——Traditional magicians are just species that look like humans but are covered in human skin.

Obviously, Kenneth is quite traditional, with magicians being passed down in his family for nine generations.

Therefore, in his opinion, it was perfectly reasonable for Diarmuid, who had signed a contract with him, to obtain the Holy Grail for him and win the Holy Grail War.

But although they are both magicians, there is one person who has completely opposite ideas.

And that person has a very deep connection with him.

——Kenneth’s fiancée, Sora.

"Weren't you the one who made the mistake, Lord El-Melloi?"

The sound of footsteps and voices came together. Without looking, Kenneth knew who could enter and leave this room now, except for himself. From birth to now, only that person could speak to him like this.

If it were based on his previous personality, he would have been furious by now!
But facing that person... he was a little overwhelmed and flustered like a child being criticized by his parents.

Sora has hair as red as flames, but the expression on her face at this moment is as cold as the eternal ice.

She looked like she had just passed puberty and was at least four or five years younger than Kenneth. She was full of youthful vigor and vitality, exuding an air of rationality and at the same time, she was extremely arrogant.

Rather than being a proud queen, she is more like a spoiled princess.

She was blaming her fiancé with a look as if she was reprimanding a subject.

Kenneth's expression was very ugly, but because they were used to keeping a straight face, the other two people in the room didn't notice it.

He turned his head, because sitting on the chair, he needed to slightly raise his neck to be able to see his fiancée who was as proud as a queen.

"Lancer did a great job. Did you misjudge the situation?"

Feeling her fiancé's gaze, Sora raised her head, not only did she not restrain herself in the slightest, but her accusations became even more fierce.

"Saber is an exceptionally strong Servant. I can't let go of this opportunity to truly take her down."

Kenneth was a proud and arrogant man who never lowered his head even when facing the old monster in the Clock Tower. However, in front of love and his beloved fiancée, he lowered his noble head that had always been held high.

In this respect, he is so similar to Matou Kariya.

"Saber has already been injured beyond repair. Even if we don't care, we can kill her at any time."

With his hands on his hips, he seemed to be used to being angry and giving orders in front of Kenneth.

Kayneth's indulgence towards her made Sora forget what kind of man her fiancé, the Lord of El-Melloi, was.

She continued to accuse relentlessly:

"If you think Saber is so dangerous, why don't you care about Saber's Master?"

"It's really embarrassing to just hide and watch the game."

"Kenneth, you don't know what advantages you have over other Masters, do you?"

With his arms folded across his chest, Sora paced beside Kenneth, not caring about the safety of his fiancé at all. All he wanted was to excuse Lancer and offset his guilt of having changed his mind by belittling his fiancé.

Without the filter of love, everything about Kenneth disgusted Sora.

"Your advantage is that you added a unique fluctuation to the original contract system, an informal contract between the Servant and the Master. You have obtained the Command Seals, and I provide the magic power as another Master. You are worthy of being the number one prodigy in the Spirit Summoning Department."

All he talks about is how to win the Holy Grail War.

But the meaning behind her words was reminding and explaining that Lancer was also hers, and she, Sora, was also Lancer's Master.

It is impossible for someone who is extremely talented in magic to be associated with stupidity.

Of course Kenneth noticed his fiancée's change of heart, and he also heard the underlying meaning in her words.

But he didn't want to think about it, didn't want to open his eyes, he chose to escape.

"But, be careful at the beginning..."

Kenneth, knowing what Sora was thinking, chose to answer along the lines of his fiancée's thoughts.

"Really?" Sora laughed disdainfully, "Then why are you so eager to demand results from Lancer?"

The two of them were talking, and Diarmuid, who had been kneeling on one knee, was listening quietly.

Listening to Sora's harsh words, those words that showed no consideration for her fiancée, those words that favored herself...

These words would not make him happy, but would only make Diarmuid feel painful as he was determined to be loyal to his lord.

"Stop talking!"

Diarmuid lowered his head and never raised it.

The teardrop mole at the corner of the eye is a curse, otherwise he would cut it off even if he had to endure the pain of being cut into pieces.

And now, Diarmuid could only lower his head and avoid letting his face appear in the sight of his lord's fiancée.

"Please stop talking. If you continue, it will be an insult to my lord. As a knight, I cannot turn a blind eye to it."

(End of this chapter)