"Professor El-Melloi?"
Seeing the usually stern Waver lost in thought for once, the student in front of him called to him softly, a little nervous.
"If you insist on calling me that, add 'II' afterward. Haven't I told you? As I am now, I'm not yet qualified to bear that name... Sorry, I was distracted."
Waver smiled self-deprecatingly and pressed his temples, hoping to ease the waves of pain bursting through his head.
The Fifth Holy Grail War. It had been a long time since he had heard those words. He had thought that battle should have been the end of everything. Or rather, letting it fade away like that should clearly have been the best ending for the world.
Something like the Holy Grail War was like a bomb. No one knew when it would run out of control, but if it truly exploded, even the course of the world would change.
Of course, although he was nominally one of the Twelve Lords, Waver clearly lacked the power to stop anything of that sort. So there was only one thing he cared about now.
"Is the news about that Holy Grail reliable? The link between the Command Spell system and the Ghostliner isn't something you can just casually create."
After returning to the Clock Tower and becoming a Lord, Waver might have looked thoroughly down on his luck to others, but even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. The resources available to the fallen El-Melloi far exceeded anything Waver had imagined. Thus, through various records and his own deductions, he had more or less reconstructed in his mind just what sort of miracle the Holy Grail System was.
It was no exaggeration to say that, apart from its few founders, there were very few people in the