In Kenneth's hotel, Kenneth sat with his legs crossed, holding a cup of black tea in one hand and a report that looked like a thesis in the other. Because the magical energy was paid for jointly by him and his wife, and because he had not been personally present at the battle the previous night, Kenneth, who had had a good night's sleep, seemed particularly energetic compared to the others.
As for why Kenneth had become so Zen? It was because he had seen through the fact that too many people wanted him to die in this distant East. The more those people wanted him to die, the more comfortably he would live! Waking up early, going to bed early, wearing thermal underwear, and steeping goji berries in a thermos—this was the life an important person like him should be living. At the same time, he also had to avoid arrogance and impatience, and remain calm. That's right, don't get angry easily, absolutely do not get angry easily. The migraines he had been having recently, and the wrinkles on his head, were all caused by anger.
Don't be angry, don't be angry... my ass!!
"Student Waver! I asked you to also write about your feelings on this Holy Grail War and what you think the future development of magic will be. I originally thought that you, having participated in this Holy Grail War, would have matured. But look at what you've written! Is this a personal worship and praise novel for the King of Conquerors, Iskandar?!"
Kenneth put down his black tea, then rolled up the thesis in his hand and slapped it hard on Waver's head. "Student Waver! You are a magus! Where are your own thoughts? Where is the courage you had when you debated with me in class before? How come you've become like this as soon as the King of Conquerors made his exit?"
Kenneth's tone was filled with a sense of "hating iron for not becoming steel"! No matter how you put it, this student before him owed him a huge favor. After all, he was the one who had taken his original catalyst, and now he owed him a sum of money. With a little persuasion, he could become one of his own. Although this child had proposed some ideas that he didn't quite agree with, he had to admit that they were indeed novel enough. And if Kenneth didn't trust his own judgment, did he not trust the judgment of the King of Conquerors?
However, to see a student with talent in other areas become like this, as a teacher, as the leader of a faction, how could he be happy?
Shoving all the papers into Waver's face, Kenneth shook his head and stood up. "You should think about it properly yourself."
Kenneth saw the bird made of silk thread that had landed on his window and raised his eyebrows slightly. This should be someone's familiar. Why, just after a major battle had ended, would someone send a familiar again?
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On the other side, Akuta Hinako, who had just finished her bath, had a smile on her face. She was finally done with her work. She could have a good rest. There shouldn't be any battles for a short while, right? That meant she could have a good rest, and at night, she could go to the KTV and have a good time again.
She glanced at the other room where Aslan was, who had clearly had a good night's sleep and was even sleeping in at this moment. Akuta Hinako pursed her lips. What a hands-off boss. She herself had gone out at night to act as the Master, but as a result, the real Master was sleeping soundly in his room. She was a little envious and jealous.
Aslan didn't care how his senior saw him. Right now, he just wanted to snuggle in his warm bed and hold his dragon tight. Melusine, who was being held in Aslan's arms, poked her head out from under the covers. Her little paws stretched outwards, and at the same time, she constantly let out soft whimpers.
Recently, Melusine had become obsessed with all kinds of equipment models. There was nothing more enjoyable for a dragon than to stick her favorite and suitable models onto her body. You must know, several Gundam series had already aired in this era. Some models that looked very special and futuristic had naturally already appeared. Recently, Melusine had been staring at the planetary weapon in Gundam that had the power to destroy a city whenever the plot was about to end. She even wanted Aslan to shrink it down and create it. With her heart's magical energy pulse as a power source, this cannonball would definitely be much stronger than the one in the anime. But the problem was, for Aslan to forge such a weapon, he would at least have to understand its principle. It had to be said, a weapon in Gundam that could destroy a city with one shot from space... even if the current Aslan was interested, the corresponding technological prerequisites did not exist in the human world. So, if Melusine wanted to realize the idea of installing such a weapon on her chest, they would just have to wait until they had a chance to go to the world of the Gundam series.
Feeling the dragon in his arms squirming out of the blanket, Aslan subconsciously reached out and pulled the little black dragon in his arms back towards his chest.
Melusine rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to bite a little strawberry mark on Aslan's chest to wake him up with pain. She stretched out her small wings, pulled out the little magazine that was under the pillow, and Melusine began to flip through it to see if there were any new models out. After all, this era had not yet started the craze of cross-border online shopping. So, it was a rare opportunity to come to the Far East. Of course, she had to buy all the things she liked.
It was a pity that the weapons in this human world were really no match for the weapons in their imagination. Only that weapon that could destroy a city with one shot could arouse her interest. The next was the wearable rocket launcher. It was just a pity that the power of these rockets was not as high as imagined. But Aslan had already promised her that if he had the chance, he would definitely create a magical version that could be worn on her wings. It was just that Melusine couldn't be sure what those things would look like after she changed back to her human form. If needed, she might have to install a transformation mode.
As for the situation of Akuta Hinako, who was living in the room next door, Melusine, like Aslan, was not worried at all. Anyway, their group was all long-lived species who were almost impossible to kill. That old geezer Merlin had not descended with his main body, but had just created a body with magical energy and projected his consciousness over. As long as Akuta Hinako didn't want to die, she definitely wouldn't. And the two of them were the rare top-tier dragon species in this world. In terms of defense alone, they could defend against Noble Phantasms below B-rank. They might not even be injured if they took an A-rank Noble Phantasm head-on. So in this Holy Grail War, they could be as reckless as they wanted.
Just as Akuta Hinako was preparing to have a good sleep, a bird made of silver thread flew in through the window. It was clearly someone's familiar. The expression on Akuta Hinako's face twitched. She directly reached out and pulled up Merlin, who was preparing to sleep, and kicked him in the butt.
"I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to sleep."