The entire underground space was gradually transformed by Aslan's hands. And watching the gradually changing underground space, the other participants of the Holy Grail War gave up all hope of resistance. After all, Aslan's strength alone was enough to intimidate everyone. In such a situation, who would dare to challenge Aslan?
After hearing the on-site situation reported back from Balin, Kenneth, whose remote monitoring familiar had been destroyed at the last moment, had a relaxed smile on his face. In any case, it was good that this matter was resolved peacefully. The fact that it didn't cause too much of an impact was the best possible outcome. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about the matter becoming too big and being blamed by his superiors or having his opponents hold it against him. However, the incident here had indeed become a big deal. The attacks that had been continuously falling from the sky had definitely attracted the attention of too many people. With the strength of his team alone, it was not enough to completely suppress it.
Kenneth lifted his head slightly, looking at the other Lord before him who still had a smile on his face, as if waiting for him to say something. He then let out a soft sigh. So, he was waiting for me here.
Kenneth's mouth twitched. He looked at the man before him and took a deep breath. "Alright, state your purpose."
The man with white hair, upon hearing Kenneth's compromise, had a smile on his face. "Actually, it's not a particularly difficult matter. Firstly, I need the help of the El-Melloi faction, in terms of funding and manpower. In exchange, I will form an alliance with the El-Melloi faction. Of course, I also ask for your help in hiding such a major incident caused by the Holy Grail War."
The white-haired man winked lightly. "At least until I win the next Holy Grail War. At the same time, as I said before, the gates of Chaldea are always open for you. Perhaps after working here for a period of time, you will fall in love with this organization located in Antarctica. I am serious!"
The white-haired Lord's expression became serious. The previous ease and seemingly gentle and unreliable air on his face vanished without a trace. This was, after all, an existence who had built an organization from scratch, a Lord of a faculty, the head of a family. To set his sights on the Human Order was enough to prove this man's extraordinariness.
Kenneth leaned back on the sofa, his eyes vacant, thinking about what choice he should make. But he had to admit, the conditions offered by the man before him were truly tempting. Gritting his teeth, Kenneth's eyes fell on the Lord before him. "I agree. Let's sign the contract."
Only then did the white-haired man once again show his seemingly very carefree personality. He then clapped his hands. "That's more like it. Let's sign the contract quickly. Then I have to hurry to the location of the Holy Grail to invite a few people to see if they can join Chaldea. Rebuilding an organization from scratch is really a headache. We're short on money, short on people, short on everything..."
Kenneth looked at the contract before him and quickly wrote his name. At the same time, looking at the man before him who was complaining so much, he couldn't help but feel that this man was still very capable. There were many Lords in the Clock Tower. Besides the Lords, there were also many who had a long family history and were very wealthy. But how many people had cast aside the organization they were in and took all their family's resources to build a new one?
At least under the actions of the man before him, although that so-called Chaldea still had connections with the Clock Tower, in the end, Chaldea was this man's one-man show. However, if this man were to die, at that time, the Clock Tower would surely restlessly stretch out its own hand. What kind of thing was the Clock Tower? As a Lord, how could he not be clear?
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Compared to Kenneth, who had peacefully given up his right to compete for the Holy Grail, and Kiritsugu, who had chosen to give up on this Holy Grail War due to the agreement he had signed before, Kariya's mood right now was truly not very good. To have him go and fight the person before him was clearly impossible. He was not yet at the point where he would charge up and send himself to his death. What's more, his current body...
Kariya still had a hint of unwillingness in his heart, but he had no choice but to accept his fate. He staggered to a corner of this underground space and sat down on a stone with a plop. The insects in half of his body, because he could no longer suppress them, had already had a portion of them begin to roll and squirm, preparing to break open Kariya's body, or perhaps preparing to devour his flesh and blood as their own food.
Feeling the pain in his body, Kariya glanced at the Berserker standing obediently not far away, then looked at the Command Spell on the back of his hand. Finally, he sighed. His participation in this Holy Grail War, was it good or bad? He himself could no longer judge. But there was one thing he could be sure of, and that was that having reached the end, now that things had come to this, he was still empty-handed.
"By my Command Spell, I order you: do what you wish to do, Berserker. Again, by my Command Spell, I order you: use this final week's worth of mana as the mana for your own actions."
Kariya leaned to the side, then gently shook his head. He could not continue to hold on anymore. Really. He had not expected his own life to be so ridiculous. Thinking like this, Kariya slowly closed his eyes.
Kariya did not know that there was an even more tragic thing to come. Although the entire Matou family's old mansion had been burned down, many of the things inside were still insured. For example, the large number of books in the library. The magic-related books, of course, could not be copied. But some of the ordinary books still had backups. This way, the compensation from the insurance company would also be a little less.
In the future, when his cheap nephew Shinji was sorting through his family's belongings, he would discover the novel he had written in his chuunibyou phase. He would become obsessed with it, and even, in the name of commemorating his own uncle, submit it to a publishing house for publication.
It is unknown, if this future were told to Kariya, whether he would, with his last breath, delete all of his own dark history before lying down peacefully. Come to think of it, it was just like not having cleaned out all the files on your computer before you die.
As for Lancelot, perhaps because the Holy Grail War had come to an end, the effect of his Madness Enhancement gradually dissipated. Lancelot, who understood his purpose here, felt the not-so-large amount of magical energy in his body. He retracted the black magical energy that covered his entire body, revealing the armor that was very familiar to Artoria. He took off his helmet and knelt respectfully before Artoria.