At the top floor of the Fuyuki Hyatt hotel, Kenneth finished setting up the last gadget for his magical workshop, linking together the entire magic circle of the workshop. Finally, he clapped his hands together, a smile on his face. With a snap of his fingers, a portion of his mercury familiars floated up quickly, then moved towards the roof.
Since he was living on the top floor, how could he neglect the possibility of enemies appearing on the roof? Especially after Aslan had clearly told him that this Holy Grail War was far more cruel and brutal than imagined, he would absolutely not overlook any area. There were even a large number of eye-like familiars under the hotel, constantly observing the surroundings.
Balin leaned against the wall, watching Kenneth set up so many defensive items, a surprised expression on his face. "Seriously, Master, you're really going to set it up like this? If you're going to do all this, you might as well have bought some land and built an underground fortress."
Kenneth rubbed his temples. "If I hadn't been reminded so late, I really would have wanted to do that. After all, what I represent is not just myself, but also the others who support me. So, no matter what, I have to survive this Holy Grail War."
Kenneth's expression was extremely serious. He had genuinely been thinking about this. He had even summoned his Heroic Spirit early and come to this small seaside city in the Far East early, all to set up his residence as a perfectly absolute magical workshop!
"But after working so hard for so long, there have been some gains. At least before the Holy Grail War officially begins, we can have a good rest for a day or two. Let's take this time to invite our ally over for a meeting."
With a smile on his face, Kenneth took a bottle of red wine from the cabinet, gently poured himself a glass, and raised it. Through the wine, his own eyes had turned completely blood-red. Kenneth had already adjusted his mindset. From this red, one could already see the desire for battle and the killing intent in his eyes.
Balin had a lazy smile on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "Rest assured, Master. You drew a good card. So we will definitely make it to the end of this Holy Grail War."
Kenneth put down the red wine in his hand, then picked up the phone and dialed Aslan's number, telling Aslan that he had settled in and would like to invite him over as a guest.
Aslan, of course, agreed to this. It was just that for the time being, he didn't plan on bringing anyone else. Aslan even put on gloves, preparing to temporarily hide his identity as a participant in the Holy Grail War.
At the same time, the current Aslan was also a little curious. What kind of expression would Balin have when he saw him? He had been separated from him for over 1500 years. The aura about him had already changed. What's more, the dragon's blood in his body had been awakened and activated after he had separated from this knight. Because of this, the current Aslan's magical energy fluctuations and the aura on his body were both different from his self in the distant past.
Aslan was already prepared. No matter how Balin questioned him or tested him, he would absolutely not admit that he was the Aslan from 1500 years ago.
Aslan's lips curled into a mischievous smile. He called a taxi and then headed directly towards the grand hotel.
It didn't take too long to get to the hotel from here. In just a short while, Aslan arrived at the bottom of the hotel. He directly activated the magical energy on his body and took the elevator to the highest floor. It was a good thing that Kenneth had already entered Aslan's credentials into his magical workshop's visitor list early on, so the elevator didn't have any malfunctions when it approached the top floor. Otherwise, Aslan would probably have had to experience what it felt like to fall from a great height. Of course, with Aslan's strength, it wouldn't have caused him any harm.
The moment Aslan stepped onto the elevator, Kenneth had already sensed it. The reason was simple: the entire elevator was installed with a special magic that could sense magical energy. So, in the room, Kenneth's lips curled into a smile. He got up and took out some fresh fruit juice from the side, seemingly knowing that Aslan didn't like to drink alcohol.
"Lancer, let us raise the wine glasses in our hands to welcome the arrival of our ally. Trust me, you will surely become good friends."
Ding!
As the elevator reached the top of the entire building, Kenneth also opened the door. "Student Aslan, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. We will surely achieve final victory in this Holy Grail War."
Balin, standing in the room, swirled the wine glass in his hand. He seemed to have heard an extremely familiar name. No way, it couldn't be as he thought, could it? Aslan? Could it be the one I know? Can humans live that long? No, no, calm down. A name like Aslan surely isn't too rare. That's right, that's how it was. Perhaps he, Balin, was not that outstanding, but he believed that the Aslan he knew would surely become a famous existence. And the names of famous beings would surely be borrowed by many parents, in the hopes that their own children could be like those famous heroes and obtain some of their traits.
"So the Heroic Spirit you summoned is that Sir Balin, right? It seems I didn't give you the wrong catalyst."
A voice other than his Master's reached his ears. This voice was so familiar, yet it seemed to carry a hint of distance and strangeness. That was also normal. Although the voice was the same, Aslan had been on a journey for 1500 years. Whether it was his voice or his aura, they were both different from his younger self.
Balin tightened his grip on the wine glass. The voice that entered his ears was really very familiar, but because of those subtle differences, this knight couldn't be sure if that was the person he was familiar with. So, for a moment, his body froze in place.
Then, the two voices grew closer and closer. Finally, the voice that was somewhat familiar to him entered the door, and with it came the golden hair and light-blue eyes.
"Aslan? How come you're not dead yet?!"
"I am Aslan, that's correct. But I don't know you."
Aslan looked at his old friend before him, suppressed his emotions, shrugged his shoulders, and said to Kenneth beside him, "This Servant you summoned is really rude. What does he mean, 'how come I'm not dead yet?' I'm only eighteen, all things considered! And to think I gave you the catalyst left by my ancestor."