Afterword (It's Not Over Yet)

If one word could describe Kirei's recent days, it would have to be "disastrous."

First, the Holy Relics he had painstakingly prepared were stolen, throwing all his subsequent plans into disarray. With no other choice, Kirei had to use the Clock Tower's leylines to perform a compatibility summon, but the substitute he summoned was less than satisfactory.

Now even his flight to Fuyuki City had been delayed.

In the departure lounge, the blond, blue-eyed young man studied the Luck stat displayed on his Servant's status panel. The conspicuous "E" made Kirei feel he had found the reason.

As expected, these low-grade technological contraptions only brought trouble.

Kirei's expression darkened. If he'd known it would be this troublesome, he never would have taken part in this magical ritual.

"Lancer." Kirei spoke with displeasure, calling back the white-haired man who had been chatting with a middle-aged man. His face gloomy, he warned him sharply, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to ordinary people—"

The white-haired man known as Lancer tugged at his old-fashioned jacket, looking thoughtful.

"Sorry. I've suddenly found myself in Britain a thousand years in the future. I'm having a little trouble keeping my emotions in check."

Kirei gave a cold snort. He was just about to say more when someone rudely cut him off. "What does it matter? We haven't even reached Fuyuki City yet."

Turning around, Kirei saw a woman with wine-red hair approaching. She was his fiancée, Sola-Ui.

The sarcastic remark he'd been about to make died on his lips. As though deliberately explaining himself to someone, Kirei spoke softly, his usually harsh voice taking on an unexpected warmth. "Even though we haven't reached Camelot yet, we can't rule out the possibility of an enemy attack."

Anyone choosing to travel to Fuyuki City at this point