Blood was flowing, but the pain was starting to weaken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment his dilated pupils began to condense and he was gradually able to control his nerves with reason, Kenneth did not hesitate to use the Command Spell.

A bright red light emanated from the spell on the back of his hand, and the boiling magic condensed in front of Kenneth who fell to the ground.

However――――

After the magic condensation is completed, the great magic spell "Time and Space Transfer" that is almost magical is about to be launched, summoning Saber Dilumudo to this point, and the condensed magic power is shattered by a brutal force.

Kenneth froze.

The wind that swept through the magic factor was howling, ruffling his neat hairstyle. He looked at the empty front of him and froze.

Trembling in disbelief, he stretched out his hand, and the number of the striking bright red spells on the back of his hand was two.

The blood-stained séance motif was a mutilated gesture to Kenneth to show his defeat; The crooked mark also seemed to mock his ignorance of Kenneth.

"Failed?" Kenneth's eyes were bloodshot, and there was hysteria in the deepest part of his pupils. The man who has the most negative reputation for the clock tower nowadays, who can do everything with ease, is a little crazy, "Failed? Fail? Why! Why...... The spell failed? ”

.........

"Did you do it?"

Emiya Kiritsugu looked down, looked at the spell on the back of his hand, looked at Kenneth's madness, and let out a long sigh and gave up the idea of summoning Artoria. Leaning diagonally against the wall, tilting his head, his dark pupils staring at the smiling Webber.

Webber just smiled at this question - no, it should be said that he didn't even think to answer him, Webber's spirit at the moment was not at all on Emiya Kiritsugu.

He's- now only looking at Kenneth, and only looking at Kenneth.

In such a situation, Kenneth spoke:

"Webb Velvett." Kenneth looked up at Emiya Kiritsugu's words, his red eyes widening, and he looked directly at Weber, who was now unable to summon Saber DiLumudo's disbelief because of the pain and the shame of being defeated by Emiya Kiritsugu...... The thoughts and feelings forced his nerves to be a little abnormal, but he hadn't forgotten that in addition to him and Emiya Kiritsugu, there was also a person and a heroic spirit here.

After all, that person is his disciple, although he has low magic qualifications, he works hard, so he is very favored by him.

But--that man was very angry because he accidentally said bullshit and stole his holy relics.

-- That man, Webb Velvet.

"Hmph...... You're glad to see the embarrassed look of my face-tarrishing mentor, Mr. Velwitt. Kenneth gritted his teeth, but no one noticed the loneliness and sadness that flashed in the deepest part of his pupils.

That's the sorrow of a hero's end when he is about to be killed by someone he trusts!

-- But it wasn't that no one noticed the deepest emotions in Kenneth's pupils, at least Webb did.

"Joy is not felt, and now I can only feel sad when I look at you." Webb shook his head and put away the light smile on his face, his expression more calm than calm. "If you weren't too proud and conceited, how could you have been beaten by this kind of "scum" and destroyed all the magic circuits."

"This scum" naturally refers to Kiritsugu Emiya, who is leaning against the wall and is silent.

"That's why you pity me? Or is this the reason why you used some means to prevent me from summoning Saber? Kenneth closed his eyes, reluctantly pulled his body to the wall, leaned back against it, and gasped: "Aren't you just trying to kill me?" Didn't you hate me for insulting you in public? Hum...... Kill if you want! Don't be there and pretend. ”

"Insult me...... Is it about tearing up my papers in the clock tower and then mocking me in public? Webb smiled.

"That's just a thing of the past, when I was very angry and stole all your relics...... But now, that resentment has long since dissipated. ”

"In the past two or three days, I have also had my own experiences and learned a lot, so now, I feel very guilty for stealing your holy relics in the first place."

"Oh?" Kenneth leaned against the wall, and when he heard Weber's words, his eyes suddenly opened: "Guilt? I don't see that you're guilty. ”

"Actually, you've been here a long time ago, haven't you? Just watched me get defeated by Kiritsugu Emiya, and then when he wanted to kill me, he intervened to stop me...... Hmph, you dare to say guilty like this? I'm just a now, anyway, say, what do you want from me. ”

Kenneth's eyes were bloodshot, but they were not as angry, irritable, and insane as they had been. In turn, there is calm.

This man, the man named Kenneth Ermeloy Achipolud, was finally brought back from his state of pride and conceit after being deposed by Emiya Kiritsugu, and regained his calmness and wisdom before he became famous. He is the real Kenneth! The man who was named a genius.

However, his mindset changed too late.

He's ...... It's a waste.

"No, you're mistaken." Webb stared at Kenneth head-on, his eyes filled with calmness that was not much different from Kenneth's at the moment. He said slowly, "As soon as I arrived, I intervened to stop Emiya Kiritsugu's actions. And didn't come early, intervening after you've been defeated. ――You're the person I'm most familiar with in this war, and I've heard a little about Emiya Kiritsugu's cunning, so I guessed what happened, but I really didn't expect you to misunderstand me. ”

"Hmph." Kenneth snorted, not knowing whether to believe Weber's words or not, "Then let me ask you, why didn't you let me summon Saber over, and put me under house arrest in disguise?" ”

"It's just not too loud to cause a senseless dispute, after all, I feel that if he comes, Rider will definitely be summoned by Emiya Kiritsugu at that time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to talk like this now."

"Hehe......"

Hearing Weber's words, Kenneth let out a smile that he didn't know whether it was a sneer or a regular smile.

Webber shrugged his shoulders and did not speak, while Kenneth was the same, silent and silent. In the dilapidated corridor that had been ravaged by the Moon Spirit Fluid, the two remained silent. Time passes little by little in this state.

But about a minute or so, with the crunch of a metal clamshell lighter, with a deep exhale, exhalation, smoke, drifting.

(To be continued)