A Person in Type-Moon, Now Offline Chapter 6

Of course, Master Ken hadn't considered the possibility that he might not capture his runaway disciple, allowing them to escape and cause trouble. He had even considered the possibility that his runaway disciple, with their terrifying talent, might kill him.

As a genius, understanding the situation and analyzing friend from foe were basic skills; one had to consider the worst-case scenario. When his fiancée wasn't around, Master Ken was always a calm and reliable person.

However, Master Ken soon received a report from a logistics disciple: "Master, your Yitian Sword was stolen by an outer disciple. Yes, that disciple you were so optimistic about, the one with excellent ideas but underwhelming talent."

Undoubtedly, this matter had gone beyond Kaineth's scope of consideration. After all, besides that one rebellious individual, who else would dare to oppose a Lord of Magecraft at the Clock Tower? Perhaps there were others, but they were all undeniably important figures and renowned powerhouses. Kaineth had long been prepared for them; if they wanted to cause trouble for him, they would have to be prepared to be bombarded by all sorts of Mystic Codes.

Then his Holy Relic was stolen by a student. All of Kaineth's defenses were aimed at external powerful enemies; he had completely underestimated certain unknown individuals, let alone guarding against one of his disciples with utterly poor aptitude.

By the time he realized what had happened, Waver had already borrowed money from classmates and was flying away on a plane!!!

At that moment, Kaineth understood an ancient proverb from the East: "Guard against the wind, guard against the rain, but you can't guard against a thief in your own house."

Kaineth couldn't help but recall his past experience teaching a certain disciple he had groomed as his successor. That scoundrel had also left the Clock Tower silently, taking a sum of cash and some Mystic Codes with him. What was even more infuriating was that he hadn't even taken the Moon Cell Essence allocated to him by the El-Melloi School.

He abandoned the supreme faction Mystic Code given to him by the school, quietly leaving with only the small trinkets he had devised himself and some cash. Undoubtedly, he was drawing a line between himself and El-Melloi. He had betrayed the school, and naturally, he had betrayed himself.

Life should be complete; it was like this in the past, and it would certainly be like this in the future. This was a sacred and inviolable "life's promise." For Kaineth, this was beyond doubt.

The betrayal by his successor was an anomaly that should not exist in "Kaineth's life." This was chaos he absolutely could not tolerate, an insult and blasphemy to God's order!

But like a video playback, he had been betrayed by a disciple once again. Although this was just a trivial student, it was like taking a small knife and reopening a wound that hadn't healed yet.

Double betrayal, double the joy. After receiving the gift from his student, Master Ken laughed happily in the classroom for two hours, then went to the modern magecraft department's combat training grounds and beat up three golems. He didn't use any Mystic Codes, just his bare fists.

It turned out that Kaineth's talent in martial arts might have been incredibly high. His understanding of boxing was limited to watching a certain disciple practice, but his posture while hitting the sandbag golems was no less than that of a seasoned martial artist who had trained for over a decade. He wielded various advanced combat techniques with ease, astonishing the personnel recording the session. They might have been witnessing a fake Lord of Magecraft.

The scene shifted back to a hotel in Fuyuki City. A tall, rich, but not handsome blonde man stood on the top floor of the hotel, gazing at the night view of the entire new city. This was considered the highest point in the new city, allowing him to see very far.

"Lord Kaineth, there are no traces of Servants nearby," a magnetic baritone voice emanated from the void. The hero classified as Lancer respectfully reported the results of his reconnaissance.

"I know," Kaineth said, his hands clasped behind his back, fingers forming an inverted pyramid. From a behavioral perspective, this posture made the poser appear calm and collected, thereby strengthening their aura.

Of course, in the eyes of those who disliked him, this posture was undoubtedly an invitation to be beaten. Someone had once suggested that Kaineth change this habit, as it was a bit provocative. However, Kaineth felt that the wails and resentment of the defeated would not affect him, so he had never changed this habit.

Specks of golden light gathered behind Kaineth, and soon, a valiant warrior emerged from the void. He was a handsome man, holding a red long spear in his right hand and a yellow short spear in his left. Undoubtedly, he was a warrior who had once roamed and fought fiercely in myths, leaving behind a glorious reputation.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, the chief warrior of the Knights of Fianna in Celtic mythology, renowned as "peerless in the world," was a hero who had single-handedly slain nearly four thousand warriors of the fairy realm in a single battle.

And at this moment, this warrior, famous even in Celtic mythology, knelt on one knee, respectfully awaiting his master's next command.

Turning to look at the Lancer who had sworn fealty to him, Kaineth felt a touch of emotion. After being betrayed by his student, he knew how precious loyal subordinates were.

Although due to the wrong summoning timing, he couldn't summon Lancer as a Saber, causing his strength to decline and lose his mythical power, Kaineth believed his magecraft abilities could compensate for this deficiency.

"Lancer, find a suitable place to release your Magic Power and attract the other Servants," Kaineth commanded without much hesitation. "Execute the plan as is, and I will provide support from a distance."

The Servant would engage the enemy head-on, while the Master would hide and observe the progress of the battle. The main objective was to test the capabilities of the participating Servants, and if the opponent's strength was average, they would be eliminated.

"I shall obey your will," the Celtic hero bowed to his Master, his resolute face showing no hesitation. He quickly turned into a spiritual body and vanished from reality.

After testing the Servants in this Holy Grail War, he would pay a visit to the local families and the Church. Kaineth thought, as a Mage, he instinctively disliked the people of the Church and looked down on country landlords, but to deal with his two unfilial disciples, it was necessary to contact these forces to obtain relevant intelligence.

The most important matter upon arriving in the Far East was to deal with his unfilial disciples. Secondly, it was to defeat all enemies and return victorious, to meet his beloved fiancée as a hero. The tall, thin man gazed into the distance, his deep blue eyes revealing a tenderness inconsistent with his status.

As for the All-Works Cauldron, he could forget about it. There were no less than eight hundred items in this world bearing the name of the Holy Grail. To find the true Holy Grail, one would likely have to search at the Church headquarters, and while many Mages had attempted this, only a few truly desperate individuals dared to do so. Kaineth felt it was good that they died, saving them from lowering the average IQ of Mages.

The Holy Grail here was undoubtedly a fake, crafted by Far Eastern Mages according to some ritual. Kaineth held no expectations for the magecraft strength of the Far East region.