Kenneth looked at the magical contract before him, raised an eyebrow, and finally shook his head gently. Pointing to his own and his Lancer's names, he said, "Here, change it all to 'the Lancer team'."
Kenneth's eyes sparkled with the light of wisdom. This time, unlike in the original story where his fiancée was involved, leading to him having a gun pointed at his head, Kenneth was, after all, the leader of a faction. How could he not see the hidden traps or loopholes in this contract? Kenneth did not believe that the different descriptions were merely a momentary oversight. Of course, Kenneth did not intend to expose this matter at this time. After all, the person before him had come with the intention of forming an alliance. Although the other party had their own little schemes, they were, after all, in the midst of a war. Only one team could be the final victor.
The Saber team might not be trustworthy in the long run, but for a short period of time, fighting against Gilgamesh together was not a problem.
After Kenneth pointed out the oversight in the agreement, Irisviel had a look of someone who was unaware on her face. She then nodded, as if everything was an unintentional mistake. And indeed, Irisviel did not know that her husband had left a loophole of wordplay in this agreement he had given her. Such an expression did not seem out of place at all on a pure person like Irisviel. Even Kenneth, for a moment, suspected that perhaps he was being overly vigilant. If the agreement had been written by the woman before him, then such an oversight would seem very normal.
Only after the agreement was revised did Kenneth nod and sign his name on the other end. With this, the alliance between the two sides was considered guaranteed. However, this agreement still had opportunities for loopholes. After all, as long as Kiritsugu kicked Maiya out of their team, Maiya, acting freely, could still take care of the Lancer's Master. Or, if something unexpected happened to Artoria and Kiritsugu decided to sign a contract with another Heroic Spirit, then this agreement would naturally be void.
Irisviel did not stay here for too long. This night was a peaceful one. On one hand, it was because the intense battle of the first night had consumed too much of everyone's magical energy. Especially after such a powerful enemy had appeared, everyone now had a common target to be wary of. Everyone was still in tacit agreement, waiting for someone to come to them for an alliance. Of course, Kariya, who had completely fallen asleep due to exhaustion, did not count.
After leaving the hotel where Kenneth was staying, Irisviel, based on the intelligence Kiritsugu had found, moved towards Waver's location.
On the other side, Aslan still let Merlin and Akuta Hinako act freely. Since he had already decided to hide himself for the time being, the fewer times he showed his face, the better. The light of his Noble Phantasm shooting up into the sky before had already made many people raise their guard, right?
Akuta Hinako could be said to have made no effort to conceal her tracks. She swaggered into a KTV. Having not found a bar where she could party all night, she could only find a KTV to vent her emotions. This several-thousand-year-old young lady had even specially prepared an outfit for herself. Of course, this several-thousand-year-old young lady still had a sense of shame, and had also prepared a special mask for herself.
In the private room of the KTV, Merlin looked at the singing voice that this equally long-lived young lady was screaming out and couldn't help but purse his lips. How should he put it? This was truly a singing voice that could make one's soul feel the resentment in the young lady's heart! And in this resentment, one could even hear the love, hate, and sorrow spanning a thousand years. At the same time, one listen was enough to tell that she was single. The sense of curse and resentment towards the other couples in the KTV was simply too obvious.
You must know, the other young couples in this KTV, although they couldn't hear this singing voice, had already felt an extreme chill. Although these young couples really wanted to have a good time here, in the end, under this vague curse, they all chose to leave one by one. And when they left, the expressions on these young couples' faces were extremely tired, completely different from their energetic appearance when they arrived. Even the owner of this KTV couldn't help but be a little confused. Why were the expressions on the faces of one young couple after another so strange today? Could it be that some unimaginable supernatural event had occurred in their shop? Let him think... there was indeed a rumor that a young couple had once committed suicide for love in their shop... but that was just a rumor someone had brought over. It hadn't actually happened in their shop.
As for why this owner did not feel that resentful singing voice that could be transmitted to the depths of the soul even if it could not be heard, the reason was, of course, that this owner was also still single.
Amidst this soul-torturing singing voice, a few black shadows stealthily arrived at this KTV. The first moment they stepped into this KTV, the bodies of these few black shadows couldn't help but tremble. At the same time, they clutched their chests with their hands, gasping for breath.
These few black shadows looked at each other. They had not expected that this terrifying voice could actually affect existences like them. This voice was clearly that of a woman, which meant that the one emitting this terrifying singing voice was the Master of the Caster team. Did that Master specialize in sound-based curse magic?
The few black shadows who had secretly infiltrated this shop nodded at each other. After confirming that their conditions had returned to normal, they then continued to sneak towards the KTV private rooms. The sharp blades in their hands were unsheathed, but there was not the slightest reflection. All the weapons on their bodies, including their clothes, were made of non-reflective materials. Even the metal parts were painted with a special paint.
To expose one's position because of a reflection was a mistake only a third-rate assassin would make.
Through the hazy lights, which occasionally flashed over these dark places, these shadows could be seen for a fleeting moment. Black clothes, white skull masks. Clearly, the ones who had come here were assassins—Hassan of the Hundred Faces. To be precise, a part of this assassin.
However, those who were singing happily continued to sing happily, and the waiters were also rushing about. No one saw the assassins who were hidden in the darkness, approaching step by step. Of course, these assassins did not launch a surprise attack from places like the window or the door. Instead, they chose the ventilation shaft. It was hard to imagine that their bodies were actually flexible enough to crawl forward silently within the ventilation shaft.