Aftermath

"What happened to you? What exactly happened? Where's Lancer?"

Seeing Kenneth struggle out of the woods with the help of the battered Volumen Hydrargyrum, Sola's face immediately filled with shock and disbelief.

She simply could not imagine who could have wounded one of the Clock Tower's Twelve Lords, a genius, so badly.

Especially those eyes that had once always been proud and confident—now, like a stray dog's, they contained nothing but deep fear, panic, and a powerful instinct to survive.

There was no doubt that Kenneth was completely ruined, having suffered a double blow to both body and mind.

Whether he could ever recover was a very big question.

After all, for someone who had enjoyed smooth sailing since childhood and never experienced setbacks, suddenly falling from the clouds into the Abyss could sometimes be more terrifying than death.

They would spend the rest of their lives drowning in pain and decadence, able only to numb themselves through constant drinking, narcotics, and indulgence until their bodies finally gave out and they reached the end of their lives.

Examples like that were simply too numerous to count in the magecraft world, which embraced Social Darwinism.

"Quick! Get out of this damned place! The Holy Grail War is over! At least, it's over for us."

Kenneth voiced the truest thought in his heart in a trembling voice.

After personally witnessing Anastasia's horrifying magical power and terrifying Mystic Eyes, Altered Artoria's overwhelming strength, and the sight of heaven and earth changing color when Little Annie became enraged, he finally understood just how enormous the gap was between a so-called "genius" like himself and true monsters.

What genius!

At the end of the day, he was merely a somewhat outstanding ordinary man.

And whether those monsters could even be called "human" was another very