I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Kotomine Kirei turned and left, preparing to walk towards the Hongzhou Banquet Hall.

Maybe there will be no chance to see the sun tomorrow, why don't you go to ask for advice on how to make Mapo Tofu.

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Fuyuki Municipal Hospital.

A small but very clean room.

The sun shone through the shutters, passed through the green occupation of the wooden potted plants above the windowsill, and then fell on the snow-white sheets.

Sora held Kenneth's left hand and rested quietly.

Webb was busy for them.

The trauma caused by the origin bullet is incomprehensible to modern doctors, but fortunately, the injury is not fatal.

Sora's magic literacy is not very good, but compared to Webber, it is still much better.

Simple hypnotic suggestion doesn't take much effort.

Kenneth's left hand trembled, and then the clock tower monarch slowly woke up.

The body is weak, unimaginably weak.

He tried to pull his left hand out of Sora's arms, but he moved slightly with all his strength, and just spread his fingers as if he had used all his strength.

Nearly half of the magic circuit was damaged, and the moon spirit marrow fluid could not be sensed.

Everything piled up with the rightful glory seemed to be disintegrated last night, but... Sora was still alive.

He stretched out his right hand diligently, his fingertips touched Sora and closed his eyelashes - like a dandelion.

Sora is fine, then everything will be fine.

slam-la-

The paper fell to the ground.

Kenneth frowned and looked at the door, it was the unseemly guy.

"Weber..." The tone was still so sharp, but it was so weak that it lost the feeling that Weber shuddered.

"Director Kenneth." Webb was a little flustered, and hurriedly picked up the various reports and test sheets.

"Webber, how many times have I said it. As a magician, you must have enough control." Although he was still a little weak, Kenneth was still preaching.

"Yes... Director."

"Hey, magician. This kid has been busy running all night for you." The majestic and burly man squeezed in from the outside while leaning on his side, fighting for Webber.

"Rider..."

"With such accomplishments, sneaking up to participate in the Battle of the Holy Grail is simply a death sentence." Kenneth continued to criticize, ignoring Rider.

Webber's obedient attendant stood by, as if he had just been punished and called to the head teacher's office for tea.

"Well~~~ Magician, you're not the one to be eliminated first." Rider defended.

In the past few days, he has clearly seen himself as a master with strong self-esteem, but at the same time a little inferior.He couldn't hold his head high for his teacher who stole the sacred relic of his teacher.

Indeed, stealing is something Rider is not ashamed of.If you like something, just grab it openly. This is the romance of the conqueror.

However, like his teacher, they were both awkward fellows.

"Rider!" Weber pulled the corner of Rider's shirt.

"Weber Velvet!" Kenneth raised his brows, a little dissatisfied.

"exist!"

"Hold your head up for me! You look like a common man, are you going to lose the face of our seances!"

He thought that this incompetent guy was the one with the best qualifications he had ever seen since he was a lecturer, and he could also gain a good position in the clock tower with his knowledge.

After several generations of inheritance and bloodline optimization, it may be possible to make the surname Velvet a new nobleman of the Clock Tower.

But I didn't expect that this guy's naive bubbles, thousands of years of noble power, and the theory of blood supremacy that have been entrenched for thousands of years, can be shaken by this idiot.

"Yes!" Weber tried hard to stand up.

"Be quiet, Sora is still sleeping." Kenneth looked disgusted.

"Yes..."

Kenneth struggled to raise his right hand, reaching for a contract on the bedside table.

Webb respectfully handed it up, but Kenneth gave him a blank look.

Kenneth's whole body trembled when he saw the regulations.

Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, never to go back to London, back to the Clock Tower.

What would the Archibalds do without him?

What about the faction of El-Melloi?

The sunlight outside the window was rare, but Kenneth's heart was extremely cold.