A magecraft that commanded the dead and devoured the spirits of the dead.
This was one of the Twelve Lords, the foremost nobles of the Clock Tower and one of the twelve people at the pinnacle of Western magecraft...!
Could Shirou really face that old man so calmly...!
Rin Tohsaka let out a sigh that only she could hear.
Amamiya lives in a world completely different from mine. I was the only one treating him as a rival...
Old Man Lufeileius raised his hollow eyes and smiled contemptuously.
"Miss Sola alone would have been one thing... Whatever she did would have been fine... But I never expected even Kenshinnes to believe it... Heh heh... Hehehehe... Hehehehehehe...
"He doesn't even count as the lowly New Age, just a mere First Generation... A little unusual talent... As a mage, he can't even be called third-rate..."
Shirou asked curiously, "Did Mr. Kenshinnes say something similar about Miss Sola? Huh, he never mentioned anything like that in his letters to me."
After the Fourth Holy Grail War ended, Kenshinnes sent a letter with a New Year's card almost every year.
The contents were nothing more than him boasting about whatever achievements he had attained or showing off his loving life with Sola.
That man was so annoying that Shirou had stopped opening his letters three years ago.
The old man continued in his deep, sluggish voice. "Kenshinnes... As a researcher, he was beyond reproach...
"But he had no talent for fighting at all... It was only natural that he lost to you in the Fourth Holy Grail War...
"Hmm... A mage should be like that... Although the Clock Tower treated the glory of battle as a reward for those who pursued their studies... When it came to a mage's development... there was no need