Hundred Nights in the Light [Main Fate]

"Mr. Kenneth, as you can see, your fiancée, Ms. Sola Nazelle Sophialie, is now in my hands. If you still want her life, please read the following contract carefully. The content of the contract has been written very clearly: as long as you sign your name, I will let your fiancée leave immediately, and I will not hurt you two in any form; and similarly, you must let your fiancée go Within an hour of that, voluntarily give up all Command Seals—that is, give up servant-Lancer."

After recording this last instruction, I took the camera down.

Then I went back to Sora, first took off the cloth strips from her eyes and mouth, and then squatted down to untie the ropes that bound her.

"This should be enough." Perhaps because I seemed a little silent, Sola took the initiative to say, "Kenneth will definitely accept this deal. He thought you didn't know that I am also Lancer's master. If it is the content of this contract If so, he will definitely hand over the Command Seal to me to fulfill the terms of the contract..."

I hummed, and just said, "Wait a minute, Sola, this knot is a little tight..."

I knew she was observing my expression, and when she saw my sad expression, she suddenly asked me a little anxiously: "Does this trick make you unhappy, Michael? You... you angels can't lie..."

"It's not a lie, is it?" I raised my eyes to stare at her, and the movement of my hands paused slightly, "Aren't you now... in my hands?"

I met Sola's eyes, and I clearly saw my reflection in her pupils—even though the appearance was so humble and gentle, my eyes were deep at this moment.

She's in my hands - I gave her one and only warning, as I do to all my prey, and I'll give them a chance to escape, if only they can get out of the greedy vortex in time , will not fall into my net.

After all, with only one side hunting, the game ends quickly and uninterestingly.

It's a pity that Sora failed to grasp the last chance.

She pursed her lips, and a plausible smile appeared on her cold face: "Stop joking, Michael."

I also smiled gently, untied all the ropes for her, and helped her up: "Are you okay?"

"En." Sola turned his wrist, my technique was very gentle, and there was no trace left.

I handed the captured content in front of her: "Check it, Sola, if there is no problem, I will find a way to hand it over to Kenneth together with the contract tomorrow afternoon."

"No, I didn't mean to distrust you, Michael..."

I insisted on giving her things to go over again, like a magician giving props to the audience to check before performing.

Sure enough, Sola checked the things, and there is not a single point of problem in the most important contract content. It seems that there is more trust and guilt in me.

——However, magic props, it is precisely because there is no problem with the naked eye that the performance can be performed seamlessly, Sora.

……

The next morning, wearing a disguise, I knocked on Kenneth's door.

Since Sola disappeared for almost a day during the Holy Grail War for no reason, Kenneth looked extremely agitated, there was no sign of Lancer around him, maybe he was sent out to look for Sora.

But after all, Sola is not the holder of the Command Spell—the official master of Lancer. Even for a hero like Diarmuid, it is difficult to find Sola who deliberately hides himself.

When Kenneth opened the door, he asked me very irritablely: "If there is nothing else, please leave immediately!"

"Sorry, sir, I have something to give you by name." I smiled humbly, and handed the envelope in his hand, which contained the video tape and the contract paper.

With a suspicious look on his face, he took the envelope and looked at me again: "You can go..."

I smiled and stretched out a hand, blocking the door: "Can you wait, Mr. Kenneth? I still have a task here, and I need to be responsible for confirming your reply."

"I'll make sure by myself, no one else is needed here...!" Kenneth stopped me.

Alas, the level of stubbornness and hostility is comparable to that of Sora when he first met.

I could only smile at him apologetically: "Is this really okay, Mr. Kenneth? Your fiancée is in my hands..."

"--what?!"

I smiled and raised the camera to record Kenneth's funny reaction.

"Damn...Damn it!" Kenneth looked at me extremely unwillingly, traces of anger were carved between his brows, and his fingers were flexing and stretching eagerly, as if he could kill me with magic at any time.

I can only shrug my shoulders: "As you can see, I am just a small person. If you kill me like this, or lock me up or something, your fiancée will be gone; at the beginning of the Holy Grail War, Is it really okay to lose a strong arm and lose your beloved fiancée because of an ordinary person? Why don’t you sit down and watch this video carefully.”

The content of the video tape is naturally the process of me "kidnapping" Sola and then asking Kenneth to give up the Command Seal.

At the same time, a piece of contract paper was lightly handed over to him. The contract on it was exactly as stated in the video. As long as the magician signed this thing, it would be absolutely impossible to violate it.Even if one party dies, even the soul will be bound by this contract... Modern magicians are really powerful.

Back when I was dealing with demons, why wasn't there such a convenient thing?

After the video tape was played, Kenneth's expression became more ferocious, his chest heaved violently, and he almost lost his mind due to anger.

The intensity of his struggle was stronger than I imagined, and I couldn't help being curious: "Is it so painful, Mr. Kenneth? Why do you want the Holy Grail?"

"The root cause...!" An unthinking howl erupted from his throat, panting heavily after a long time, stroking the Command Seal in his left hand with one hand, "Sola!...you! I will kill you immediately Die in front of me!"

Ah, he looks like he is about to summon Lancer to kill me. He is also an excellent magician himself. I am afraid that he can kill me with just two bars of chant.

However, at the moment before doing so, he held back his hatred.

"You really love Miss Sola..." I continued to take pictures of his completely distorted face due to anger and unwillingness, and couldn't help but sigh, "Compared to losing the Holy Grail, what you can't bear is losing Sola Mademoiselle?"

Kenneth shot a cold and resentful look in his gaze, and it took a long time before he barely restrained his furious panting, and picked up the contract paper.

His hands were trembling violently: "You...you actually want me to hand over Lancer's Command Seal to you, you are...you are despicable and shameless, you are a disgrace to a magician!"

Alas!Mr. Kenneth, you said something other than my script, but I am still recording!It would be bad for Miss Sola to hear this later.

——She always thought that I followed her plan and asked you to transfer the Command Seal to her directly.

I sighed helplessly, continued to hold up my video camera, and said to Kenneth: "Isn't this good? If I go too far, I will definitely kill Sola first, and then duel with you, while Lancer I also took you when I was not there... but like now, you just lost the chance to participate in the Holy Grail War, and the two of you can go home unscathed, isn't it great?"

"What do you know!" Kenneth threw away the contract paper and roared at me, "I'm Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, I'm the most talented genius in the Clock Tower, what happened to my life? There may be a failure—"

"Then what kind of war do you envision?" I sat down curiously and asked him, "Will you dominate the battlefield, then win effortlessly, bring back the Holy Grail, and continue your brilliant career as a genius? ?”

Ah, isn't this boring?Compared to Ryunosuke Yusheng, my philosophical master, Kenneth, as an elite magician, is only at the level of a mortal...

"No, the Holy Grail War... In the final analysis, it is the battlefield of our magicians!" Kenneth looked at me with cold sarcasm and contempt, "How can a disgraceful person like you understand! The nobility of magicians He Ya, how do you understand! I am looking forward to a first-class opponent, a first-class magician, playing a first-class magic skill, calmly playing chess—”

"So essentially, are you expecting a gentleman's game? Sir," I interjected with interest, "you treat the Holy Grail 'war' like an ivory pawn twisted in the hands of a nobleman, which can be decided with grace and grace. And accepting victory or defeat, can we politely boast to each other after the end?"

Kenneth's face twisted again.

I thought I guessed wrong, but he quickly surprised me.

"You people...how can you understand the glory of nobility!" he said. "Look at this terrible island country! What kind of science and technology and economic development do you wretched little people use to compete with other countries? The ancient simple style and elegant taste have been completely corrupted, and your only criteria for judging things are usefulness and survivability—ridiculous! This kind of face that shamelessly wants to squeeze into the advanced class, you also Similarly, do you think you have dignity and glory by relying only on borrowed power, systems, technology, etc.?"

Why--?He really said something amazing.

"What you said is very reasonable, Mr. Kenneth." I stretched out my hand and applauded his words, "Indeed, this city has always brought me a wonderful sense of dissonance. If I think about it now-it is the result of a bunch of advanced things." It’s just a collection, it doesn’t have its own style and cultural heritage, it’s just a fake imitated blindly by Western powers, no wonder it always makes me feel uncomfortable..."

It turned out to be because of this, Mr. Kenneth, as a genius born in a real noble family, you really have the qualifications to despise this hypocritical city; as a person who has a deep love for ancient traditions and culture, you really have the qualifications Such a sharp satire on the short-sighted people who only pursue technological development and ignore other values.

Well, based on the innocence and purity of this aristocratic argument... I have decided to treat you gently.

The author has something to say: All glory goes to the original work of "fate/zero": Urobuchi Gen.

It is he who created such a contradictory and interesting image of Kenneth.The last paragraph of critical thinking about the blind pursuit of progress is Lao Xu’s reflection on his own country, Japan.

I'm just a parrot who learns tongue, the parrot loves him to death, goo╭(╯^╰)╮