Kenneth was in his hotel, drinking red wine while flipping through a fashion magazine. From time to time, he would critique some of the overly terrible designs to alleviate the pressure this Holy Grail War was bringing him. If one were to look at the notes in this booklet, they might be surprised and horrified by the extremely sharp roasts and attacks written within. Besides being on point, the vocabulary and tone, which were enough to make a person feel ashamed, were also stimulating in their own way.
Kenneth was even considering whether, after returning to Britain, his family should also venture into the fashion world. The fashion circle now, aside from a few genuine talents, had too many monsters and demons that were completely unbearable to the eye. Fashion was about creating, not scaring people. Look at these clothes—what's the difference between wearing them and being a female ghost?
Putting down his coffee, Kenneth shook his head and looked out the window. The sun was about to set. The second night of the Holy Grail War was about to begin. But it seemed this second day would be very calm. After all, until now, no strong magical energy fluctuations had been detected. It seemed the many events of the first day had still affected everyone's plans. Especially that holy light that had appeared for some unknown reason. After all the Heroic Spirits had just left the seaside, who would launch such a powerful attack in another place in such a short period of time? That powerful attack, no matter how you looked at it, was like a Noble Phantasm release. More importantly, this holy power did not seem to belong to any of the Heroic Spirits present.
This point alone was enough to prove something that anyone could understand after a little thought: there was still someone hiding in the dark!
It was also at this time that the VIP phone in Kenneth's room suddenly rang. Just as Kenneth was preparing to get up and answer it, his wife, Sola, shook her head. No matter what, the leader of their team was Kenneth. If something happened to him, it would be a huge blow to their team.
Sola answered the phone. Nothing came from the other end—no magic that used sound as a medium. It was just an ordinary hotel staff member making an inquiry and notification to them, the VIPs living on the top floor.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Archibald? In the hotel lobby, there is a gentleman who claims to be an old acquaintance of your friend, Mr. Balin. He has come today to discuss important matters. I was wondering if it is convenient for you at this time?"
Kenneth subconsciously looked at his Lancer. Balin raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders. The only one here who could be called his old friend was probably Aslan. It seemed the Saber team was preparing to come and form an alliance with them. Recalling that glittering fellow from yesterday, an alliance was indeed a good choice.
"I understand. Please have them come up."
Kenneth temporarily shut down the entire defensive system of his magical workshop. If the other party was coming with sincerity, then they couldn't just let an ally walk into a wall of traps.
The one who arrived was, naturally, the Servant Aslan. As for why he was here, it was, of course, to form an alliance. This was also Kiritsugu's intention. As for Kiritsugu... this man had no intention of showing his face for now. So, on the surface, it was still the combination of him and Irisviel. This time, they were naturally here to discuss attacking Gilgamesh together. After Gilgamesh's brilliant performance in the battle at the port, he had naturally become the target of public criticism.
It would be a lie to say that this glittering king had not left a knot in everyone's heart. But from another angle, this also represented that Gilgamesh's strength had been recognized by everyone—so much so that the recognition had gone a bit too far and turned into fear.
In a word, as long as Gilgamesh was not dead, no one could rest easy. Especially Tohsaka Tokiomi. Faced with such a disobedient Servant, Tokiomi probably wanted to "kill someone in his dreams" every day. It would be best if one day he could just kill Gilgamesh directly. Of course, this "one day" had to be when they had already laid the foundation for their victory. It was precisely because this Servant was so disobedient that Tokiomi had already increased the number of Command Spells reserved for making Gilgamesh commit suicide from the original one to two. This also meant that he now had no more Command Spells to make Gilgamesh obey. Perhaps on the day Gilgamesh makes his exit, this magus would also breathe a sigh of relief.
Irisviel looked at the elevator before her and took a deep breath. Although she was a homunculus, she was not so naive as to think that an opponent's main base would be completely unprepared. Could it be that as soon as she went up, she would be turned into a sieve by all sorts of mechanisms...
The Servant Aslan gently patted Irisviel's shoulder, indicating that there would be no problem. As long as one had investigated the inside situation of the Holy Grail War a little, they would definitely not make a move on a homunculus of the Einzbern family. What a joke! After destroying this homunculus, were they supposed to find another person to become the Lesser Grail? And even if there really was an inescapable net, the Servant Aslan stated that he could also find a glimmer of hope to break through. At worst, he would just make his own exit. Perhaps after he made his exit, Kiritsugu would even be happier. No one would suspect them. At that time, if Irisviel were to hide in the church, who would know that the real Saber team was still active outside?
When the elevator reached the top floor, Kenneth did not come out to greet them. The ones who came to greet the two were Balin and Sola. After all, they had to be on guard against others using the name of an alliance to find an opportunity to get close to them and then directly stab Kenneth.
Upon seeing Aslan, Balin raised his hand and waved, a smile on his face. Now there was finally time for the two friends to have a chat, if the alliance went smoothly.
Irisviel and the Servant Aslan followed behind the two and walked towards the living room. There, they would have a talk with Kenneth. The first moment she saw Kenneth, Irisviel took out a magical contract from her pocket. The magical contract clearly stated that during the alliance, both Irisviel and Aslan were not allowed to attack the Lancer team. By the same token, the Lancer team could not attack the Saber team. As for when the alliance would end, that would of course be when all the other contestants, besides the two of them, had made their exit.
This magical contract was, of course, not prepared by Irisviel, but by Kiritsugu. At the same time, he had also used a few little tricks on this contract. After all, although Irisviel and the Servant Aslan were the Saber team, the Saber team was not just the two of them.
At that time, when the time was right, Kiritsugu, Artoria, and even Maiya, could eliminate the entire Lancer team.