Finally, the Lake Dead Apostle turned his gaze in a certain direction.
On the pure-white snowfield stood an old man wearing glasses, with long white hair and a beard.
A pendant made from a massive gemstone hung from his chest, while his withered, branch-like fingers were adorned with numerous rings, each set with a different gemstone.
Yet despite such extravagance, the old man seemed to have come from a gloomy world of death.
"Miss Rin! Miss Luvia!" "Yvette!"
Two petite girls rushed out from behind the old man and ran to the unconscious girls, helping them up.
"Miss Olga-Marie? Miss Leinys?"
Rin Tohsaka blinked as she was shaken awake. "What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to stay on the train?"
"What an inconsiderate brat, making an old man do all the work..."
The white-haired old man—Lord Ulysses—leaned on his cane and slowly entered the snowfield.
This had happened several minutes before the exploration team formed by everyone entered the Child of Einnashe.
Shirou knocked on the door of Lou-Fei-Le-Wu-Si Nazare Ulysses's Guest Room.
"Old man, if I haven't returned within an hour, I'll leave the rest to you."
Before Lou-Fei-Le-Wu-Si could even answer, Shirou left, leaving the old man staring after him in astonishment.
"Making decisions on his own... How unpleasant..."
The old man twisted the corners of his wrinkled mouth into a cold sneer.
Why should he, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower, help look after a child?
When all was said and done, why should a magus help unrelated strangers?
The path of magecraft leading to the Root was long and distant, with no end in sight, while a magus's life was fleeting.
If that was the case, then one ought to uphold the creed of "selfishness" to the very end.
A true