To be honest, Aslan didn't have any major dislike for this "Lemon Head." Thinking about it, besides having the pride of an old-school noble magus, this guy didn't seem to have any other problems. Of course, because he was a genius, it was unavoidable that he was a bit arrogant, but with Kenneth's talent and ability, he indeed had the capital to be so.
Come to think of it, in the Holy Grail War, it seemed only he consistently adhered to the magus's way of fighting and maintained his dignity. He didn't secretly collude with the supervisor, didn't choose to just blow up buildings, nor did he deliberately add madness-inducing incantations when summoning a Heroic Spirit. As for the two people providing mana, that was something he had researched with his own abilities, wasn't it? The problem was, he had the heart to fight as a magus, but the others didn't play by the rules. If his catalyst hadn't been stolen, he at least wouldn't have ended up with his fiancée turning into a love-crazed fool, and both of them dying by gunfire in the end. Of course, if Kenneth had really summoned the King of Conquerors, the compatibility between the two wouldn't have been very good either.
In summary, in Aslan's eyes, this Lemon Head was just a somewhat overconfident old fossil. Of course, "old fossil" here referred to his faction and stance. At least when you were friends with such a person, you didn't have to worry about being stabbed in the back by him—special circumstances excluded, of course. And when you were his enemy, you didn't have to worry about him playing any dirty tricks—special circumstances also excluded. This guy Kenneth, while valuing his family, also valued his fiancée very much. As long as one avoided these two points, this Lemon Head was still a friend worth making.
Presumably, the Lemon Head of this time was already considering whether to participate in the Holy Grail War. After all, in his view, he urgently needed something to prove his level and strength. This Lemon Head was also known in the Clock Tower as the magus most likely to reach the rank of Grand. The rank of Grand in this era... was certainly not comparable to the distant past.
And for Kenneth, his impression of Aslan was actually quite good. A young genius who had mastered Faerie Letters, something many old magi had not. In the Clock Tower, where talents abounded, anyone who could be crowned with the title of "genius" was no ordinary person. In Kenneth's view, Aslan would also, sooner or later, be able to challenge for the Clock Tower's so-called rank of Grand with his mastery of Faerie Letters.
But speaking of which, this guy, whether in the world of F/Z, F/GO, or FA, always seemed to summon Diarmuid, become active in the Holy Grail War, and then be beautifully defeated in the end. The conditions for this guy to win in a Holy Grail War were truly too harsh. Simply getting Diarmuid to let go of his knightly pride was an almost impossible task. After all, Diarmuid's wish was to serve a lord as a knight.
As if noticing Aslan's gaze, Kenneth turned his head slightly. For this young man who was also called a genius, Kenneth had great patience. If he didn't have patience for such a genius, was he supposed to have patience for those not-so-bright blockheads in his classroom? A bunch of useless students, sigh. Kenneth was a genius, so in his eyes, most students were unqualified. This was also within reason.
"What is it? Genius of Faerie Letters from the Archaeology Department. Is there something wrong with my appearance?"
Aslan looked at the lemon head before him. For Aslan, who prided himself on having a somewhat fashionable eye, this hairstyle was simply a disaster. He was definitely going to go see this year's Holy Grail War. After all, the Holy Grail War was very likely to be a cause for a world to have problems. This meant that at the end of the year, he would have to meet this lemon head again. This won't do. He, a 1500-year-old geezer, was paying attention to his fashion sense. Why was this young man, who was only a few decades old, not paying any attention to this point?
"I feel that Teacher Kenneth is a bit serious on a daily basis. At school, such a posture can certainly maintain a teacher's demeanor. But Teacher Kenneth has a fiancée, right? When spending time with your fiancée, this kind of attire is a bit too monotonous and serious. Perhaps Teacher Kenneth needs to buy some fashion magazines and change his style a little."
After hearing Aslan's words, Kenneth did not feel that this student was challenging his status. That's right, he was that biased. What teacher wouldn't like a student who excelled in their studies and was very talented? Of course, as an excellent teacher, one should, while liking these students, also not treat other students differently, but treat them equally. Of course, in Kenneth's own eyes, none of his current students were worthy of him looking at them differently.
On one hand, Aslan was indeed talented enough. On the other hand, of course, Kenneth himself was genuinely fond of Sola. Whether it was out of respect for his mentor or his own feelings. Of course, the relationships between magi were perhaps not as passionate and intense as those of ordinary people, but the relationship between him and Sola was indeed a bit too plain.
All things considered, Aslan's words had actually piqued this Lord's interest. As a magus who spent his years in research, he had of course never paid attention to the fashion of the ordinary world. Could it really be because of his image?
Kenneth nodded thoughtfully. "I will consider your suggestion. But back to this dispatched work, it's not necessary to gather so many professionals together, is it?"
Kenneth lowered his head slightly, propping up his chin with his hand. He was no fool. How could he not see such an obvious problem? No matter what, he was the leader of the El-Melloi faction. For him to be able to sit in this position, he had already been subjected to many schemes. He just didn't know how those guys planned to scheme against him this time. Or perhaps just cause him some trouble? After all, it wasn't so simple to topple a faction. But causing him some trouble was doable. Simply put, I can't take you down, but I can still disgust you.
This kind of thing had not happened for the first time. But it wasn't so easy to frame their El-Melloi faction. It was nothing more than wanting to get the genius of the Archaeology Department killed, or at least disabled, and then spread rumors that he, Kenneth, couldn't stand a new genius and so struck a fatal blow. It didn't matter if anyone believed it. What was important was disgusting him.