Tribute to the Demon King

Because of a certain huge shadow, it was trying to escape and squirmed desperately.It even made the whole big hole shake.

All the evils of this world.If Zhou Yi wants to kill it, there is basically no difficulty, even dismantling the Great Holy Grail is not a difficult problem.

But...if Zhou Yi wants to protect Weber from being stained by the black mud, it will be very difficult for Zhou Yi to free up his hands.

"Just leave it to me, Weber. Go and remove the Great Holy Grail."

Seemingly understanding what Zhou Yi was worrying about, Kenneth's voice came from not far away.

The next moment, the bubbles of mercury stained with black mud burst from it, revealing Kenneth who was leaning against the rock and sitting on the ground.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Yi nodded: "Okay. I'll leave everything to you."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yi picked up Weber's back collar, threw him directly into the open space circled by the mercury beside Kenneth, and then walked to the depths of the big cavity without hesitation.

Seeing Kenneth, who was pale, but indeed performing magic tricks, Weber was startled.

"This is impossible... The moon spirit marrow liquid and your magic power should have been exhausted..."

True, it doesn't make sense at all.If Kenneth still had magic power, he didn't need to let the moon spirit marrow liquid eliminate his body and stop blocking the hole.Knowing that it was Kenneth right under the caved-in ceiling, he didn't need to take the risk.

"My poor Weber... cough cough cough... pay attention to details. It seems that you are not only delusional, but also have bad eyesight."

Kenneth sneered.

Wei Bo was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized.

—It's the hair.

Between Kenneth's fingers, there was a large handful of his own hair.It should have been cut off with a ritual knife before the duel with myself, but I don't know why I didn't use it in the end...

For magicians, the hair itself is the equivalent of a weapon.

Because hair can be regarded as a part of the body, it is a common trump card among female magicians.It can be used not only to store magic power, but also as a catalyst for rituals.Although Kenneth's hair is not long, it is enough to drive the Moon Spiritual Essence just once.

But because the longer the hair, the stronger the magic power stored in it.So from the very beginning, Weber didn't consider that Kenneth would use something as low as his hair as his trump card—he looked like the kind of magician who went out with a bunch of formal attire.

Weber couldn't help feeling a moment of fear.

If... after Kong Ming left his body, Kenneth suddenly launched an attack, he would not be able to survive at all.

However, Kenneth did not do so.Of course Weber knew that Kenneth, like most magicians, was not a noble person.The reason for not doing it is simply because there is "no need" to do it.

That is to say...

"Do you have something to ask me?"

Weber walked to the edge protected by Zhou Yi, and asked in a low voice to Kenneth who was sitting in the center of the mercury circle.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Kenneth raised his head and stared at Weber.Weber looked at him unwaveringly.

"...You are really surprising me more and more, Weber."

Kenneth avoided Weber's gaze: "It seems that the liar's vision is better than mine."

"what?"

"—Please bring back my magic seal."

With an almost begging attitude, Kenneth lowered his head and said softly to Weber: "This is the imprint of the origin of our El-Melloi. The painstaking efforts of our ancestors cannot be defeated by me. After my death, no matter whether my family or Archibald Rud... Anyway, please return it to El-Melloi's family."

"……I see."

Originally, Weber wanted to say something like "You won't die".But seeing the look in Kenneth's eyes, he swallowed back the words abruptly, and just nodded heavily.

Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head to look at the continuously collapsing rock formations, and directed the Moon Spirit Essence to gently push away the falling large pieces of rubble.

For some reason, Kenneth felt calm now.

He was obviously close to death and was about to stop breathing...but he felt a faint happiness.

Ah...that's how it is.

Kenneth suddenly reacted and realized something.

Bearing the admiration and hope of everyone, possessing miraculous talents, as a magician who supports a family by one person, the Patriarch of Archibald... There was never a moment, no one wanted Kenneth to stop and take a rest.

Go forward, keep going--

No rest, no entertainment.Although possessing miraculous talents, Kenneth El-Mellou Archibald's life has been spent in a cycle of responding to the expectations of others.

I have never had any ambitions, and I will not be arrogant because of it, let alone think that it is a great thing to be called a "genius".He just accepted the expectations of others calmly and steadily moved forward in the direction expected by others.

There is no sense of fulfillment and no sense of accomplishment.Everything is just the inevitable result of life——Kenneth lived a boring and busy life like this.What he believes will never change. "The world must revolve around me", Kenneth calmly accepted this fact.

However, this time he missed it.

Weber Velvet, who was once believed to be just an arrogant, low-blooded incompetent, not only became the final winner of the Holy Grail War, he even defeated himself in the magic duel.

Heh... I am really not suitable to be a lecturer.

"Sorry...Minister Sophia Li."

Kenneth murmured, looking at the ever-collapsing ceiling, and recited the name of his mentor and fiancee: "And Sola... It's really ugly to say that you will win and return, and I have become a man who broke his promise." The villain..."

Until he felt the indistinct shouts of Weber and his former friends vaguely heard in his ears.Kenneth finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly closed his eyes.

The Great Holy Grail...it should have been dismantled by that guy.Although he is a hateful liar, he is always surprisingly reliable in this kind of thing.