I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The next day.

Fuyuki City TV station broadcast such a news.

"Last night, a small meteorite flew over Fuyuki City, and many citizens saw a bright flash. According to witnesses, they felt vibrations in the house, heard a roar, and set off the car alarm. Another witness said, 'There was an explosion, somewhere far away, but buzzing'."

"The meteorite finally fell into Ryudōji Temple on the top of Enzo Mountain. You can clearly see the traces of the meteorite hitting the ground at the scene. According to the description of the monks practicing at Ryudōji Temple, last night"

"Meteorites, after living here for so many years, this is the first time I've seen news like this."

"Yeah, yeah, but it's really lucky. It happened to fall in the temple square, and no one was hurt."

At the dining table of the Mackenzie family, Gulan and Martha chatted.

Weber drank milk and said nothing. He knew very well that this was caused by the aftermath of the Holy Grail War, and there was no further damage, which proved that the Master and Servants who remained until the end had always maintained a certain degree of restraint, but he didn't know which group won the final victory.

No matter who the final winner is, from today onwards, nothing strange will threaten the nights in Fuyuki City. The Fourth Holy Grail War, which caused a series of commotions, officially came to an end last night.

Recalling the intensity of this war, Weber deeply realized how precious a miracle it was that he was still alive. At the same time, he was grateful from the bottom of his heart for this war, where he gained the most precious thing in his life.

"Webb, Webb—"

Mrs. Martha's call interrupted Weber's thoughts.

"Has Mr. Alex returned home safely?"

Alex is Iskandar's pseudonym, taking the first few syllables of Alexander.

The sturdy man who had been staying at this house for the past few days had something urgent to do, so he went back to his country yesterday. On his behalf, Weber thanked the two couples for their hospitality over the past few days and apologized for leaving without saying goodbye.

"He called from Heathrow in the early hours of the morning. The guy was so rude and had no idea about the time difference."

The improvised lie did not sway his heart. Unexpectedly, he had developed such a thick skin, and even Weber himself was surprised.

"Is there a phone? I didn't even notice it. But it's just like him, isn't it?"

The lady chuckled and nodded, then turned her gaze back to the TV screen.

The news about meteorites has passed. It is just a little adjustment and will never become the protagonist of life.

And Weber also made some determination because of the news switch.

"...Grandpa, grandma. I have something I want to talk to you about, is that okay?"

Hearing Weber's slightly different voice than usual, the old couple put down the coffee they were drinking.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, actually-"

"Ding dong~"

The sound of the doorbell interrupted Weber's speech.

"Who could it be so early in the morning?"

Amidst Mrs. Martha's chanting, Old Man Gulan slowly left his seat and opened the door.

"Hello, is this the Mackenzie's house?" The young man with black hair and black eyes asked softly with a gentle smile.

"Yes, I am Mackenzie. Who are you?" The old man was sure that he did not recognize the young man in front of him.

"Excuse me for disturbing you. I'm Weber's friend. If I have something to ask him," the young man said, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Oh oh oh, he's Weber's friend, come in and sit down." The old man waved to the young man enthusiastically, "We are having breakfast, have you eaten? Do you want to eat some with us."

"No, I've already eaten." The young man shook his head and followed the old man into this small but warm home, "Hey, Weber."

"Ass—"

The young man glared back at Weber's almost blurted address, and then made a "Kusuo" gesture.

Weber quickly changed his words: "Hey, Kusuo, why are you free to come see me today?"

"I've been busy, haven't I? I just finished my work last night and came here to fulfill the agreement I made with you some time ago." Shinji, who appeared as "Saiki Kusuo", looked familiar, and his acting skills impressed Weber I admire you deeply.

"Um, what's the agreement?"

"It's a duel. It's a duel between you and me. We agreed to use games to have a wonderful duel."

Weber's hard-fought expression froze completely. What he just said was so gross that he didn't even know how to complain.

First of all, the duel was decided unilaterally by you and I did not agree to it.

Second, isn’t that duel a test of magic? When did it become a game?

Third, this is an excuse, it must be, this is definitely not why you are looking for me!

Due to the presence of the Mackenzies, Webber couldn't ask in detail, so he could only respond vaguely while destroying the bread and eggs on the table as quickly as possible.

Three minutes later, Weber said "I won't come back for lunch" and rushed out of the door.

Seeing that her "grandson" was so eager, Mrs. Martha couldn't help but sigh: "Is the charm of games so great?"

"Perhaps, isn't Mr. Alex the same?" Old Man Gulan blinked calmly.

"That's right."

On the other side, Webber ran all the way, running a full thousand meters, and stopped only when he was sure that he would not affect the Mackenzie family.

When I looked back, I saw that "Saiki Kusuo" was not blushing, but was standing aside breathlessly. He couldn't help but feel discouraged for a while, and said with a grimace:

"Master of Assassin, what do you want with me?"

"I told you, I want to play games with you. It's up to you to choose the grand strategy series." Shen Er crossed his arms and said with a half-smile.

"Stop joking, okay?" Weber almost cried.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, come with me to meet someone." Shenji pointed to the roadside, where a black car was parked.

"who?"

"You'll know when you get there, let's go."

"Uh, can I not go?"

"What do you think?"

"No, we can't."

The final struggle failed, and Weber could only accept the reality dejectedly.

However, he has not lost his fighting spirit. He has accepted the order. No matter what, he must live. That is the king's order, and he will spend his whole life to carry out the order.

The car drove smoothly away from the suburbs and drove into the high-end residences of Miyama Town. It stopped in front of a European-style villa with a history of more than a hundred years. The surname "Matō" was clearly engraved on the door plate of the villa.

In the basement of the villa, Weber met a man, a man who had changed a lot.

The originally plump cheeks have become thinner, the light-blond hair that has been held up with hair wax hangs down naturally, and the eyes that are always high-spirited and high-spirited are dull. He is obviously about thirty years old, but he has an aura of twilight.

Weber was stunned. It was difficult for him to connect the man in front of him with the famous clock tower genius in his memory.

In a daze, he once again called out the name he thought he would never say in this life.

"Teacher, Teacher Kenneth."