Lord El-Melloi, once hailed as a prodigy, had not a trace of light left in his eyes.
It was not only because the Origin Bullet had destroyed the Magic Circuits in his body, severing him from magecraft for the rest of his life... It was also because, after he woke up, his beloved fiancée had broken every one of his fingers and tortured him, all to seize the two remaining Command Spells in Kayneth's possession.
If it had merely been out of a fiancée's duty, to claim the Holy Grail in Kayneth's stead, then Kayneth could have accepted it, but—
Kayneth recalled the late night after the first battle, when Sola-Ui had stared at Lancer in the hotel with such passionate eyes. She had never once directed that dreamy, intoxicated gaze at him, her fiancé.
If Sola-Ui had merely been dumbstruck at the sight of a handsome man, then he could have forgiven her. It was a small mistake any woman might make. How could he be her husband if he flew into a rage over something so trivial?
But that was only if "Lancer was merely an ordinary handsome man."
Love Spot.
Whenever he thought of that damned skill, Kayneth's disgust for Lancer deepened another degree.
True, even modern magi could resist such a low-grade charm. But what if a woman took no precautions at all and simply indulged in that forbidden, fervent emotion?
Even putting that aside, the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid Ua Duibhne was not some extraordinary figure.
Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail did not participate in the Holy Grail War merely because of the contract. Each of them also desired the Holy Grail for some reason.
Precisely because they sought something from the Grail, they would do everything they could to help their Masters become