"How should I put it? He was still my teacher." Li Zihan sighed. "I wasn't so deranged that I'd casually kill my own teacher. Wasn't the Matou Family's worm pit empty these past few days? Just throw him in there and lock him up for three days."
No, I thought having your Servant beat your teacher unconscious and then tossing him into the basement without a care was already pretty deranged. And you were even planning to break off the engagement in your teacher's name!
But Alcaeus said nothing. This had nothing to do with him. He had come for revenge, not to protect the marital happiness of modern magi.
That was the domain of his nominal mother—Hera. What a strange Gil. Hera's head had been turned into a whole green grassland, yet she was actually the goddess in charge of protecting marriage! Could worshipping her really ensure marital harmony?
The view shifted to the bedroom Weber had mooched off someone.
"Rider, are you saying Caster's true Master is Li Zihan?" Weber asked in astonishment.
The red-haired giant, sturdier than a bear, lay on the bed eating the potato chips he had just bought. As calm as if he had never said, "Caster's mastermind is Berserker's Master," he said leisurely, "If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the case."
"But wasn't he the one who contributed the most during the campaign against Caster?" Weber was on the verge of losing it. "And why are you so calm?!"
"Probably a disposable pawn prepared to hide the fact that he had obtained Command Spells." Rider switched on the military channel. "Calm down. It's already happened. Anger won't do any good."
"He tricked all of us!" Weber still could not accept it.
"This is war. Deceiving the enemy is normal, isn't it?" Rider