Darnick and Vlad III

Within the imposing, towering castle, a young-faced man in elegant white attire strode swiftly through the corridors, his bearing steady and seasoned.

The slightly disordered rhythm of his footsteps revealed the anxiety in his heart.

At this moment, Darnic Preston Yggdmillennia, head of the Yggdmillennia clan, was indeed extremely anxious.

But in his view, anyone in his situation would have been anxious.

As the Master of Vlad III, the Black Lancer, he had noticed that their contract had changed.

This was completely beyond his expectations!

As an experienced Master who had participated in the Third Holy Grail War, he had never heard of a summoned Servant—

Actually undergoing an inexplicable change to their contract midway through.

Good heavens.

In this Holy Grail War, he had believed that the Holy Grail—the "Heaven's Feel"—lay beneath the castle.

They had practically secured victory from the very beginning.

Thus, not long ago, they had openly provoked the Clock Tower, one of the institutions of the Mage's Association.

And the ancient local king he had summoned was an extremely powerful Servant, bolstered by the territory itself.

However, if that strength was affected, the Yggdmillennia clan's chances of victory would diminish.

That was something he could not tolerate, so he had to find out exactly what was happening.

That was why his footsteps sounded somewhat frantic.

Quickly reaching the depths of the castle, Darnic nervously pushed open the door to a room.

Creak—

As the door opened, what came into view was...

A white-haired man dressed in a luxurious black formal suit, standing before the window and gazing into the distance.

Darnic raised a hand and stared at the Command Spells on the back of it, sensing the contract between them.

Unlike before, the unstable connection he had felt with the other party immediately stabilized the