The next morning.
"So, in the end, nothing happened after all."
Alexander stood in the garden before the house. Behind him, Waver, leaning out of a window, let out a long sigh, looking visibly relieved.
"But I still didn't sleep well."
Ever since coming to Fuyuki, Waver had remained in a state of extreme tension. He could barely sleep at night, and if not for the magical tools he used to soothe his mind, he probably would not have been able to endure it any longer.
There were no familiars nearby for surveillance, but who knew whether someone might be watching them through other means before launching another attack like the one on the Matou Family's base? Though he had set up the best magical defenses he could, compared to the Matou Family's heavily fortified workshop, they were simply not worth mentioning.
If they were attacked under such circumstances...
Perhaps he could escape danger with Rider's astonishing speed, but his grandfather and grandmother, who had been dragged into this Holy Grail War because of him—
"Ah..."
At that thought, he involuntarily slapped his forehead, his voice filled with frustration.
He really had been far too naive. What stupid mage competition? This was a war of mutual slaughter.
"Hey, kid! Stop sitting there feeling sorry for yourself!"
Alexander flashed a hearty smile, turned around, planted his hands on his hips, and called out loudly to Waver.
"The weather's great today! And when the weather's great, your mood has to be great too!"
"Come on! There are still more conquests waiting for us!"
Today, he was not wearing the red leather armor of the Conqueror King. Instead, he wore something that looked vaguely like a bodysuit.
In truth, it was just ordinary clothing, but on Alexander's massive frame, it looked like a