Chapter 61: Become Kenneth's disciple! Jian Tong Jian Chen (Mentor Kenneth)

"call…"

Kenneth's heavy breathing could be heard even by Swordsman Matou, who was some distance away.

It is unbelievable that such rude behavior would happen to Kenneth, who came from a noble family.

But this is reality.

Slumped in the seat, eyes closed.

The bright light of the incandescent lamp was still so dazzling even though I had already made a gesture of rejection.

Kenneth just felt tired.

He began to doubt whether his decision was correct, and whether his decision to travel across the ocean to Fuyuki City to participate in the Holy Grail War with his fiancée was ill-considered.

Not only the body is tired, but also the soul is desolate.

Sora had just defended Diarmuid. The look in her eyes as she looked at herself and her fiancé was filled with blatant contempt. Even contempt was not enough to describe it. To say that it was full of contempt was no exaggeration.

Such an insult, such an insult!
It actually appeared on the body of Kenneth El-Melloi, the ninth generation head of the Archibald family.

Sora has a beautiful appearance and intelligence and insight beyond her age, but Sora is Kenneth's fiancée after all, not his boss, nor his master.

In terms of status in the field of magic, perhaps one can bow down.

But Kenneth couldn't pretend any longer because of his pride as a man.

He looked up at his followers, the legendary hero of Ireland, the brave and fearless warrior... and the villain who eloped with the monarch's fiancée.

The teardrop mole on the corner of the eye is so eye-catching.

The first look Kenneth saw was not anger, nor jealousy, but sadness, not strong, but a faint and lasting sadness.

'Can you blame him? No way.'

"Did I do anything wrong? I don't think so."

"The one who is truly at fault is Sora?"

When this thought came to mind, Kenneth couldn't help but laugh.

He knew very well in his heart that even if there was no Diarmuid and no teardrop mole that covered his body like a fig leaf, his fiancée would never show any tenderness to him.

"Ugh…"

"My Lord, you..."

Looking at Kayneth's tired appearance, Diarmuid, as a subject, couldn't help but feel concerned.

This time, Kenneth no longer looked at him with disgust and impatience.

He shook his head gently.

"Tell me, Master of Machiri, the information you mentioned and the purpose of coming here."

His arms rested on his legs, his fingers crossed, supporting his chin.

Looking at the child-like Jianchen Matou, Kenneth did not look down on him.

"Thank you for your understanding, Lord of El-Melloi."

Jianchen Jianchen leaned forward slightly, and said as respectfully as possible: "Before I tell you my news, please promise that you will not get angry. After all, I am only eight years old and I really can't bear your anger."

A man can bend and stretch.

When asking for help from others, Jianchen Jianchen never minds lowering himself.

As long as the goal can be achieved, any minor sacrifice is acceptable.

"Go ahead."

Without thinking too deeply, Kenneth just stared at the child in front of him.

A normal eight-year-old child naturally cannot withstand the power of a Clock Tower Spirit Science monarch.

Without any magic skills, seeing Kenneth is like a frog in a well seeing the moon.

When learning magic, seeing Kenneth is like an ant seeing the sky.

Although it's a bit exaggerated, this is what I mean.

The seventh generation head of the Matou family seemed to feel no pressure and had a calm expression.

He bowed and said respectfully:
"I want to make a promise with you." "The Holy Grail War is extremely dangerous, and I'm sure you understand that. Although I don't mean to look down on you in the slightest, for your safety and for what I want, I want to make a promise with you."

Kenneth didn't answer.

"This etiquette... is not from this country. I think I have seen it somewhere before."

"At only eight years old, he has such courage. And..."

Looking solemnly at the respectful Jianchen Matou in front of him, Kenneth was shocked by the other party's talent and mentality.

Naturally, magical talent cannot be seen with the naked eye.

But geniuses are different from ordinary people.

Kenneth didn't observe it carefully at first, but now that he looked at it in detail, he couldn't help but be shocked.

Talent visible to the naked eye!
It's possible, no, it's definitely a magical talent that is several times stronger than his!

"Is it possible that such a person appeared in the magician family of the Far East? The seventh head of the Matou family, a magician who has been passed down for seven generations..."

"Machiri, Matou..."

Kenneth became more cautious and his attitude became much gentler.

"Lancer." He called out lightly.

"I am here, my lord."

Perfect chivalry, as if this etiquette has been engraved into the bones.

"Bring a chair over for the head of the Matou family."

"Yes, my lord."

Diarmuid looked at the swordsman Matou who bowed in greeting with some surprise.

It was precisely because he understood his master's proud and even arrogant character that he was shocked by Kenshin Matou.

An eight-year-old magician who deserves his master's attention...

"Thank you, big brother." He first thanked Diarmuid for bringing the chair, and then said, "Thank you for your generosity, Lord of El-Melloi."

Kenneth just nodded and accepted it.

Given his level of magic and status in magic, he thought it was natural for Kenshin Matou to be so respectful.

"Tell me what agreement you want to make with me."

Upon hearing Kenneth's agreement, Jianchen Matou breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his body, straightened his spine, and said seriously:

"The agreement I want to make with you is that if you or your fiancée are in danger of life, my servants and I will help you through the difficulties without reservation."

After saying that, Jianchen Jianchen nodded and waited for Kenneth's reply.

Kenneth, who was known for his arrogance and even arrogance, was beyond the expectations of Kenshin Matou.

Instead of getting angry at being looked down upon by an eight-year-old child, he was surprisingly calm.

"What is your purpose, then?" he asked.

"I hope that after you are rescued, you will give up the Holy Grail War and..."

Kenshin Matou looked at Diarmuid with fiery eyes, standing beside Kenneth, without saying a word but full of danger, as if anyone who dared to attack Kenneth would be killed.

"I want your heroic spirit, lancer, Diarmuid!"

brush!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing the air was heard.

By the time Kenshin Matou reacted, the scarlet gun tip was only one millimeter away from his head.

"Lord!"

The act of one person serving two masters is undoubtedly an insult to Diarmuid.

Kenneth didn't react much to this.

"I see. Are you interested in my Heroic Spirit?"

He said this while staring at the young face of Jianchen Matou.

(End of this chapter)