While a certain someone was contemplating whether to resort to seduction, the final team in the Holy Grail War finally arrived in Fuyuki.

With his slicked-back blond hair and his standard identity as one of the privileged elite, Kenneth looked at the Servant who had descended under the Rider class, his expression too complex to describe.

If one had to use words to describe it, it would be the look of seeing a little brat who claimed he would become a scientist actually become Einstein Mark II.

“Lord Uncle, it is quite improper to stare at a lady like that.”

A voice sounded from beside Kenneth.

The source of the voice was a petite, elegant young girl. Her beautiful long golden hair shone as if it had condensed the sunlight itself. Her fair skin was like that of a porcelain doll. The girl, who possessed an exceptionally fine appearance, watched the Lord of the Clock Tower with her azure eyes, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips.

Kenneth’s expression was one of complete bewilderment.

The catalyst he had prepared was a fragment of the spear belonging to Ireland’s Child of Light, Cú Chulainn. Yet the Servant who emerged from the summoning circle was someone else entirely.

Moreover, this girl bore a ninety-percent resemblance to his younger sister.

Combining that with the address “Lord Uncle,” he seemed to have figured out the identity of the newcomer.

“You’re Reines?”

Kenneth’s voice was filled with deep confusion, feeling that this development was truly dreamlike.

Kenneth’s sister’s talent as a magus was mediocre, so she had not been able to inherit the family name. Instead, she married into the Archisorte branch of the Archibald family and gave birth to several children.

Among them was a girl named Reines Archisorte.

Kenneth, who still had some impression of his nieces and nephews, confirmed the identity of the Rider he had summoned after repeated comparisons.

How did she become a Heroic Spirit?

“To be precise, it’s Reines El-Melloi Archisorte.”

The girl, who was herself a Pseudo-Servant, corrected the error in her uncle’s words.

El-Melloi?

Lord El-Melloi, whose full name was Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, couldn’t help but frown.

“El-Melloi,” the name symbolizing a Lord, was not something that could be casually added to a person’s name. To add it without cause was an offense to the Lord’s authority, for which beheading and public display would be considered a merciful punishment.

“You become a Lord in the future?”

Kenneth, who quickly put the pieces together, had a hint of admiration in his voice.

His sister’s magical talent was average, so much so that she didn’t even qualify to inherit the grafted crests distributed to important offspring of the main family. She was even married off to the Archisorte family, the lowest of the branch families.

And yet her daughter became a future Lord and a member of the Heroic Spirits?

If that were the case, her magical talent might even surpass his own.

Before his mentality completely shattered, the still-clear-thinking Kenneth began to consider whether he should have his sister give her daughter to him for adoption. Such talent was too much of a waste in the Archisorte family.

“Will you try to become my daughter?”

As if possessed by Whitebeard, Kenneth extended a sincere invitation to his future niece.

“Lord Uncle, is this your love for talent acting up?”

The girl, who had not become the heir to a Lordship because of her own superior talent, raised a delicate eyebrow, a smile of interest gracing her lips.

“You deserve better training, to make greater contributions to the faction and the family.”

Kenneth, a talent-supremacist at heart, stated his intentions directly. He had always admired talented people; otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked offending other great noble families to protect Waver, who wrote a thesis refuting the theory of bloodline supremacy at the Clock Tower.

“I’m very sorry, Lord Uncle, but my talent as a magus, while quite good, cannot be considered exceptionally high.”

Reines, whose magical talent was high but definitely not at Kenneth’s level, stated this with cheerful ease. “In fact, just inheriting the main family’s research has left me exhausted, making it difficult to learn other magecraft.”

Her magical talent isn’t outstanding?

Then how did you inherit the seat of Lord El-Melloi?

A slightly ominous feeling crept into Kenneth’s heart.

To have a branch family scion with less-than-brilliant talent inherit the Lord’s seat…

Just how far must the main family have fallen?!

There weren’t many things that could lead to the decline of the Archibalds. His own death in the Holy Grail War seemed to be the greatest possible blow.

But he had already made preparations. Kenneth frowned, having not rented any magical furnaces and having already requested the Department of Transference to retrieve his Magic Crest should he be defeated.

“You, who summoned Lancer Cú Chulainn, would die from the overflow damage of Rider Karna’s Noble Phantasm.”

The girl, aware of the other possible development of this world line, shrugged and spoke words that first made Kenneth’s face turn ugly, and then filled him with horror.

“The Archibald family would pursue Rider’s Master—that is, my husband—for his transgression, resort to force, and then all be killed by ‘Honkai Energy’ corrosion.”

Kenneth, who had never imagined such a series of problems would occur after his death, began to tremble.

His own death from AoE damage overflow was one thing, but his family members seeking accountability and getting counter-killed—what the hell was that?

And why would the future Lord El-Melloi marry the murderer?

After a moment of thought, Kenneth’s face became incredibly ugly.

It was a political marriage, or rather, a one-sided attempt at appeasement.

“The main house was annihilated, and the new leadership chickened out.”

“My dear husband is a lolicon, so I was sent over as one of the gifts, or perhaps a toy.”

The girl spoke of her experience without a shred of concern.

“Honestly, I was scared to death back then. I almost thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in a basement.”

“However, my luck in love is quite good. I didn’t end up as a plaything and even managed to get a marriage certificate.”

“Furthermore, I acquired the power of a Heroic Spirit through one of his experiments, which is why I’m able to appear before you now.”

“Then… are you here to assist me?”

Kenneth’s expression shifted, sensing that Reines might be playing the long game, biding her time for revenge. If so, it would make sense why she had appeared before him.

“Lord Uncle, a married daughter is like spilled water, you know.”

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, the girl’s words negated Kenneth’s thoughts.

Her eyes had, at some point, turned into red Mystic Eyes, and swirling mercury appeared around her.

It was the ace of the El-Melloi faction—Volumen Hydrargyrum.

“My apologies, Lord Uncle.”

The girl apologized, feeling that this uncle she had met only a few times seemed to be a decent person, much better than the later heads of the family.

“What are you trying to do—”

Before he could finish his words, the swirling mercury sliced off Kenneth’s hand, the one bearing the Command Spells.

At this distance, a magus had no power to resist a Servant.

Blood splattered.

Before Kenneth could even make a sound, a tremendous force struck him on the head, and he immediately lost consciousness.

“Consider this my payment for ensuring the Archibald family’s survival in the future.”

The girl who had obtained the Command Spells chuckled lightly, then gazed towards the city in the distance.

Her future husband was in that city right now.

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