Allen's Script

The Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower truly lived up to their name. Their theoretical knowledge and reserves were not much inferior to that old worm's. More importantly, the Lord El-Melloi family's accumulated expertise over several generations in the field of Mineralogy Department magecraft was far stronger than Command Spells, which relied entirely on the Holy Grail to function.

After examining the memories hidden within the soul, Allen immediately revealed a gratified smile.

Clearly, Kayneth's soul had not disappointed him.

Of course, he was no demon. He would not keep two souls imprisoned forever. Once he got what he wanted, he would let them enter the great cycle of life and death.

As for resurrection...

Sorry!

Allen had already given Kayneth more than one chance, but he had failed to seize any of them.

Since he had made his choice, he had to bear the corresponding consequences. That had always been Allen's basic principle.

Watching Golden Flash, Tokiomi, and Kotomine Kirei turn and leave the abandoned factory, Emiya Kiritsugu finally could not help asking, "Berserker! About the proposal I made over the phone, are you..."

Before he could finish, Allen raised a hand and interrupted him. "Don't rush! Let's first check on your wife's condition. You must know, she absorbed the mana of two Servants in succession tonight. There's a chance she has already connected with that polluted Greater Holy Grail, and even her soul and self-awareness may be slowly eroded."

"Alice?!"

Hearing this, Emiya Kiritsugu's face immediately filled with alarm. He rushed toward the vehicle hidden inside an abandoned house not far away.

About five or six minutes later, he emerged from the car supporting the incomparably weak Irisviel, who could barely walk without stumbling.

"What happened to you?"

Saber no longer cared about grief or disappointment. She rushed