"What a shame. I wanted to make this lovely student happy. Waver, an ordinary person like you should have been able to enjoy a peaceful life meant for ordinary people." The voice went on.
It was easy to hear the pity in his tone.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Director Ken was simply insulting Waver.
But only those who truly understood could tell.
Director Ken was actually "educating" Waver, speaking as an educator. He sincerely believed Waver didn't belong in a place like this.
Especially after yesterday, when he'd witnessed Gilgamesh and Enkidu greeting each other.
It had made him even more aware of how terrifying Servants were.
In a way, that was why Director Ken, who had once thought Diarmuid was nothing more than a familiar, had started to reconsider.
But for Waver, at that moment...
He was at a loss—or perhaps he felt something else entirely.
He hadn't expected Director Ken to come here.
But when Director Ken actually appeared,
Waver quickly found his footing.
Perhaps that was a kind of growth, too.
In Waver's memory, the lecturer's thin, sharp face and those blue eyes, filled with contempt and pity, had always looked down at him from above.
That was how it should have been.
But for some reason, Waver now felt he ought to be ashamed—and even sensed something else, something unfamiliar.
For a moment, Waver wanted to answer his lecturer with a clever, cutting retort.
He'd beaten the lecturer to it, cleverly making the Heroic Spirit Iskandar his obedient Servant.
Wasn't that the perfect revenge for all the humiliation he'd endured at the Clock Tower?
*That's right. We're no longer lecturer and student. He's my genuine enemy now. I can hate him with all my heart. I can even take his life. At