One in Type-Moon, Starting from Adopting Sakura Chapter 35

He actually wanted to see what these two brats could do.

As a result, after Rovey took out a megaphone and recited a love letter with great emotion, Kenneth's expression finally couldn't hold back any longer.

—Bang!

With a dull thud, the door to the magic workshop was opened in front of these two unfilial disciples without any hesitation.

The surrounding atmosphere also became more solidified.

Webber's heart completely died.

"Let's go."

Rovey called out to him.

"I know..."

"You know nothing. If you really knew, you wouldn't be kneeling there. Rovey rolled his eyes at him.

"Just move forward!"

Under Rovey's urging, Webber was kicked into the door of the workshop's core area and then cautiously advanced step by step.

The countless magic restrictions covering the corridor and various familiars made him tremble just by seeing them.

Finally, under Rovey's urging, they quickly arrived at the final location of the magic workshop, the door to Kenneth's room. He could already imagine Teacher Kenneth staring intently at the door with a stern and impatient angry expression, waiting for the two of them to enter.

At the last moment, Webber and Rovey exchanged glances and then nodded lightly.

...Knock, knock.

With a low knock, the two of them spoke in unison.

"Excuse us, Teacher Kenneth."

Then, Rovey took the lead and gently pushed open the door, which had no restrictions, and pulled Webber inside.

In the room, Kenneth, who had been waiting for a long time, was sitting in a chair, facing them.

"Rovey Crowley, and Webber Velvet, you two have really made me search..."

As Teacher Kenneth's familiar face turned around, his expected sharp voice directly called out their names.

"Especially you, Webber Velvet!"

"Yes, Teacher Kenneth!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Webber, who was originally uneasy, shivered violently. Then, as if by reflex, he straightened his body and bowed to Kenneth.

"You are as stupid as ever, aren't you?"

He criticized him mercilessly.

Webber sighed, having long anticipated this situation.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, I shouldn't have..."

"Let's put aside the matter of stealing the Catalyst for now, and talk about the foolish mistake you made this time! I should have mentioned in class what it means to enter another magus's workshop!"

Kenneth glanced at him and then deliberately raised his voice, "Look at you now? You barged in without even preparing the corresponding Mystic Code. What are you here for? To die? If I hadn't noticed this, the magic restrictions outside would have been enough to eliminate you!"

"Do you think I will definitely show mercy because of past grievances, or do you think that by joining forces with Rovey, you can subdue me, a Lord, in the magic workshop! If that is your plan, then I don't need to be polite anymore..."

As he spoke, Kenneth stood up and snapped his fingers.

—Snap!!

With a crisp snap, the next moment, countless magic restrictions hidden within the workshop were activated simultaneously. Innumerable familiars surrounded him, and a terrifying amount of magic gathered at his feet.

At this moment, even Fionn, who was waiting in the corner, actively appeared and confronted Iskandar, who had just de-materialized.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely tense.

He looked towards Rovey's side but couldn't see Scáthach or Caster, and asked coldly.

"Rovey, where are the Servants you summoned?"

Compared to Webber's timidness, Rovey's demeanor was much calmer.

The moment Kenneth became angry, the Volumen Hydrargyrum hidden in his pocket spontaneously activated its protective mode, enclosing him in the center. The formation array beneath his feet, jointly calculated by gem magic and Volumen Hydrargyrum, suddenly rose, canceling out Kenneth's magic workshop and escaping the weakening buff of the magic workshop.

"A Noble Phantasm... I didn't expect you to have made such progress so quickly. Is this the prototype of your theory?"

Seeing the Volumen Hydrargyrum and the formation array at Rovey's feet, Kenneth's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"Re-utilizing the compatibility of alchemy and the magic workshop with the aid of a Catalyst for calculation, thereby achieving the completion of a mobile magic workshop in a short period, which is the so-called... Temple."

"When you complete this theory, perhaps it will be enough for you to successfully become a [Color Rank] or even a... [Grand] magus."

Seeing Rovey's achievement, he calmly commented, and seemed not as angry as his expression suggested.

This made Webber breathe a sigh of relief.

"I admit that your talent surprises and delights me more than Webber's. However, do you think you can definitely win against me with this?"

Kenneth glanced at Rovey, his expression no longer relaxed, and his gaze gradually became serious. Even though he was in the workshop and had Lancer's help, he knew very well that his chances of winning were not high at this moment.

After all, the opponent might have the combat power of three Servants, including two top-tier existences like Iskandar and Scáthach. It was almost impossible for him and Fionn to win.

But they wouldn't lose in spirit.

As a teacher, his dignity wouldn't allow him to flee before a battle even began, especially not in front of his two students.

How could he possibly maintain his reputation or stand firm in the Clock Tower if he ran away scared?

So, Kenneth rallied his spirits, preparing to engage in this final decisive battle with his two disloyal disciples in his own Magic Workshop.

"Now, let me show you what a Lord-class battle looks like!!"

However, just as he raised his palm, intending to strike first and gain the upper hand, Rovey, who had been supporting the summoning circle, slowly raised both his hands in a gesture of daily worship. He then, without any guard, deactivated the magic formation beneath his feet.

And he answered very directly.

"I surrender."

"Eh?!"

The speed and decisiveness of his surrender stunned Weber, who had been ready to have Rider help him escape, and even caused Kenneth, who was prepared for a desperate fight, to frown slightly.

"What trick are you playing?"

Chapter 43: Master-Disciple Alliance (5K words)

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Sometimes, the most frightening thing is when the atmosphere suddenly turns quiet.

Because at times like these, there's usually an unexpected development that forces everyone present to think, leading to a brief state of system shutdown.

"Rovey, what trick are you playing with me? By removing the formation, aren't you afraid I'll seize the opportunity to attack? Or perhaps... did Scáthach and the Caster you summoned leave you with some contingency? Something that will trigger when I attack you..."

Seeing Rovey not only remove the formation but also raise his hands in a posture of daily worship, Kenneth, who had been ready to fight to the death and suppress his disloyal disciples, was taken aback. He was genuinely surprised by this unexpected turn of events.

"..."

He watched Rovey warily and scanned the surroundings again with magic, confirming that no one or Servant was hiding. His gaze grew even more perplexed.

Although Kenneth suspected that Rovey might have his Servants hidden nearby, waiting for him to expose a weakness, he quickly dismissed this absurd idea.

Firstly, regardless of whether Rovey harbored such a dangerous thought, as the master of his Magic Workshop, he would absolutely be able to detect any intruders. Let alone Lancer or Caster, even an Assassin would be unable to evade his senses. Therefore...

"You really didn't bring any Servants with you?"

Upon reaching this conclusion, Kenneth looked at Rovey with immense surprise.

"Don't worry, Teacher Kenneth, I didn't bring any Servants this time."

In response to Kenneth's questioning, Rovey nodded gently. "Because I didn't bring Weber here to declare war on you, but to do something more important..."

"Hmph, I suppose you wouldn't dare."

Having received Rovey's affirmative reply, Kenneth let out a soft hmph, his expression no longer as grave as before.

Weber secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go on, tell me, why did you come looking for me?"

Seeing that Kenneth was no longer as angry, Rovey seized the opportunity, quickly patted Weber's shoulder, and signaled him to bring out what they had prepared.

Then, under Kenneth's astonished gaze, Weber, with trembling hands, shakily pulled two self-criticism essays, written beforehand, from his pocket.

One was his own, and the other was one he had written for Rovey. He then bowed and handed them directly to Kenneth.

And then, accepting his fate, he shouted, "I am extremely sorry, Teacher Kenneth! We have caused you trouble. Here are our self-criticism essays!!"

"...Eh?"

Kenneth's expression froze, and he looked at them with a strange gaze. Clearly, he hadn't expected things to develop this way.

He used a familiar to snatch the self-criticism essays from Weber. To prevent any magical traps, he cast a detection spell on them before opening. Then, with a mixture of confusion and suspicion, he opened them, wanting to see what tricks these two disloyal disciples were up to.

"You two..."

After reading the self-criticism essays carefully for a few minutes, Kenneth let out a long sigh. Then, with a complex expression, he crumpled the essays in his hand. He looked at the two disciples, whose expressions were vastly different, and felt a sense of powerlessness, as if he had punched cotton. The anger he had felt moments ago was almost entirely dissipated.

He was about to say something, but his myriad of words condensed into a single sentence, "Never mind, you two, come with me first..."

Weber felt an immense sense of relief.

"However, don't think this means I'll easily forgive you! Especially you, Weber, daring to steal my Catalyst and participate in the Holy Grail War without knowing your own capabilities."

Kenneth turned his head and shot Weber a fierce glare. "I must say, your courage is even greater than Rovey's."

Weber tensed up instantly.

"However..." Kenneth shifted his gaze back to Iskandar, who was talking to Fionn, "I must admit, I'm quite surprised you were actually able to summon a top-tier Servant like the King of Conquerors. This means you haven't completely disgraced the El-Melloi name, so I won't hold it against you."

"But still..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over Weber again. "With your third-rate mana supply, you clearly can't satisfy a Servant like the King of Conquerors. If he were to fight at full strength, how long could you possibly last?"

"What do you say, King of Conquerors, Iskandar? Partnering with a third-rate magus like this must be quite restrictive, wouldn't you agree? Are you interested in becoming my Servant? My mana supply here can fully support the full combat of multiple Servants, and obtaining the Holy Grail would be effortless then."

Kenneth, ignoring Weber, directly extended an invitation to Iskandar.

Before coming, to ensure this battle was foolproof, Kenneth had brought the supreme Catalyst from before the birth of the Moon's Essence, along with the magical furnaces of the El-Melloi Faction. He had also rented two monarch-level magical furnaces from two other Lords.

The total amount of magical energy in his hands now could not only supply this Magic Workshop but also easily power multiple top-tier Servants like Fionn and Iskandar. The idea that one Master could only support one Servant was long obsolete for him.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Weber pursed his lips but said nothing. He had already anticipated that Kenneth would try to recruit Iskandar before coming. After all, Rider was originally supposed to be his teacher's Servant; he was just a thief. However, what Kenneth said was also true. His third-rate magical energy supply indeed couldn't support a top Servant like the King of Conquerors fighting at full strength, and would instead lower the other party's capabilities.

In response, Fionn smiled slightly. He clearly didn't mind having more Servants around his Master. With his unique Noble Phantasm of wisdom, although he couldn't see the future outcomes directly like Solomon or Gilgamesh with their Clairvoyance, he could at least predict some traces of the future.

For some reason, his Master's fate seemed to be particularly favored by the death goddess Morrigan. Countless fated threads of death were bound to him, making things particularly difficult for Fionn.

He dared not directly explain this to Kenneth, because most of the time, directly revealing a prophecy would not change the future but rather accelerate the arrival of tragedy, much like Asgard in Norse mythology.

But as a retainer, he had an obligation to protect his Master and help him change the future, to let him live. If they could truly recruit a powerful hero like the King of Conquerors now, then his confidence in saving Kenneth would undoubtedly grow.

However, things would not go as smoothly as he imagined. Regarding the invitation extended by Kenneth, Iskandar reached out and stroked his chin, not even bothering to think before directly refusing his recruitment.

"No. This King has no intention of submitting to anyone, nor does he accept recruitment. Rather, you should become this King's subordinate. This King likes heroes like Fionn the most."

In a few words, he not only rejected Kenneth's invitation but also treated him as a bonus gift, like an item thrown in with the purchase of Lancer. How could a Lord at the pinnacle of modern magecraft tolerate such contempt?

Upon hearing this, Weber's expression changed, as he recognized the precursor to Kenneth's anger.

Rovey, on the other hand, made no move, as he had long anticipated this situation.

Although Brother Brush was much better than the original Diarmuid who would have cuckolded Kenneth, Iskandar's compatibility with Kenneth was visibly poor. Even if Kenneth had truly summoned Iskandar, the two would inevitably clash due to their differing personalities. The final outcome would likely be Kenneth being angered to the point of a stroke.

Given Kenneth's personality, the Servants most suited for him should be Karna, Arjuna, and... Fionn.

Glancing at the Divine Era Kenneth Fionn standing in the corner, Rovey couldn't help but applaud his teacher inwardly.

"One must say, you are truly lucky, Teacher Kenneth."

He had actually summoned a hero with a 100% win rate in the Holy Grail War.

Moreover, their personalities were so compatible, and their experiences were so similar, both having been cuckolded by the same brush... cough cough...

"That's truly a shame..."