Roland did not ask Medea for her opinion. The fact that she still maintained their Contract was the best answer.
And Roland's silent trust brought another sweet smile to Medea's face.
She was not a proper Servant. With two legends overlapping within her, her age also happened to fall at the point where Medea the maiden ended and Medea the witch began. She did not belong to this era, only to the Master before her.
"Congratulations, Roland."
Before Roland could turn his gaze toward him, Waver spoke of his own accord.
He looked at Roland with resolute eyes. "Thank you for letting Rider die on an honorable battlefield. If he had become a puppet consumed by the black mud, that king would surely have complained to me. And for saving the world, too-I have no way to repay that kindness."
After experiencing the King of Conquerors' death and recognizing his own helplessness before All the World's Evil, Waver seemed to have grown up in an instant, though his face was still very young.
"So, in these days without Rider, if there is anything I can do for you, please tell me. I will work hard to repay your kindness. But please give me a little time. I must return Professor Kayneth's Crest."
The moment he decided to bring back Kayneth's remaining Magic Crest and accept that responsibility, Waver was destined to face many harsh setbacks.
"Is that so? Then that works out perfectly. What I need you to do is rise to a high position in the Clock Tower."
"Huh? I..."
Roland's decision made Waver, who had looked so resolute a moment before, shake his head in a panic.
"My family has very little history. Even if I give it everything I have, I won't achieve much..."
"You can have