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Kayneth, having just cried out "Wizard Marshall," his face paled, then quickly regained his composure.
As the head of the prestigious Archibald family, he knew of Zelretch, the Second Magic user, also known as the Kaleidoscope and the Wizard Marshall.
And Zelretch never hid his—advanced age. The youthful appearance of the man below imdiately ruled out the possibility of him being the Wizard Marshall.
As for the spatial rift—that was probably just a Noble Phantasm. Kayneth was certain of it.
He didn't believe that so young man, barely in his twenties, could have mastered Magic, sothing even he, the brilliant Kayneth El-lloi Archibald, had yet to achieve.
Taking a deep breath, he used his magecraft to observe the battle.
Seeing Diarmuid locked in a stalemate with Haru, unable to pull his blade free, Kayneth's face darkened. "That useless cur! I told him to give it his all! Is he holding back?!"
To Kayneth, a Servant's superiority over a human was a given. Diarmuid's struggle against Haru could only be deliberate.
Then, he saw Rider, standing proudly on his Gordius Wheel, and Waver beside him, and Kayneth's face turned an angry shade of red.
If not for Waver stealing his artifact, he wouldn't have summoned Diarmuid, a treacherous Servant with a history of betraying his masters and seducing their wives.
He should have summoned Rider. Kayneth glared at Waver, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He channeled his rage into a ssage, his voice echoing in Waver's mind.
....
Waver, recognizing the voice, his body trembling, whispered, "Professor Kayneth..."
Years of being bullied by Kayneth at the Clock Tower had left Waver with a deep-seated fear of the man, despite his resentnt.
"It's a sha, Waver. You could have lived a peaceful, ordinary life. But it seems—you require—additional tutoring."
Kayneth's voice, laced with killing intent, echoed in Waver's mind. It was the first ti Waver had felt such—malice directed at him, and it terrified him.
Kayneth, seeing the fear etched on Waver's face, grinned, a cruel, predatory smile. "I shall teach you—the true aning of a Magicians' duel—the terror—the pain—I will show you no rcy."
But Waver no longer heard him. Consud by terror, his mind shut down, his body trembling uncontrollably.
A large hand landed on his shoulder, its grip firm, yet reassuring.
Waver looked up, his eyes eting Rider's. A sense of calm washed over him.
"Magician," Rider bood, his voice echoing across the battlefield, his gaze fixed on the unseen Kayneth, "from what I can tell, you were ant to be this boy's Teacher."
Rider looked around the container yard, his expression a mix of amusent and disdain.
"If that's true, how pathetic. The man who would be my Master should be a warrior, like this boy, fighting by my side—not so coward hiding in the shadows."
The killing intent surrounding Waver vanished, replaced by a wave of intense anger—Kayneth's fury at Rider's insult.
Rider laughed, his voice filled with scorn. "Co out! Show yourselves! I know you're there, lurking in the darkness, watching us!"
Saber and Diarmuid looked at Rider, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion.
Haru's eyes lit up with interest as his gaze shifted towards a nearby lamppost.
"Rider—is sothing the matter?" Saber asked.
Rider looked down at her, grinning, and gave her a thumbs-up. "That was quite a display, you two. A true warrior's duel. Such a spirited clash of steel—it must have drawn quite a crowd."
He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the sky, then took a deep breath, his voice booming.
"Pathetic. Truly pathetic! The so-called heroes of Fuyuki City."
"That battle—did it not stir your blood? Did it not awaken your warrior's spirit?" His voice echoed through the night.
"You carry nas worthy of legend, yet you hide in the shadows, like cowards. Don't make , Iskandar, think less of you!"
His gaze fixed on the remaining, undamaged lamppost, where a golden light began to coalesce.
....
Slap!
Tokiomi Tohsaka, listening to Kirei's report, slapped his forehead. "Such a crude tactic..."
Kirei frowned. "Indeed. A rather—uninspired attempt at provocation."
"I understand, Kirei. I just hope—she wasn't paying attention..."
....
"You dare ignore ? You call yourselves kings, yet you lack the courage to even show your faces? Tell —how do you wish to die?" A haughty, feminine voice echoed from the lamppost.
All eyes turned towards the newcor.
A woman with long, flowing golden hair that shimred in the moonlight, her beautiful face a mask of regal pride, her crimson eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, her body tall and slender, her legs long and shapely.
But what caught Haru's attention was her attire—a white shirt, unbuttoned just enough to contain her ample bosom, and a pair of short shorts.
"Holy crap... Genderbent Gilgash?"
Haru stared, dumbfounded.
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