The next day.
Fuyuki City TV station reported this news.
"Last night, a small meteorite flew over Fuyuki City, and many citizens saw a bright flash. According to witnesses, vibrations were felt in houses, roars were heard, and car alarms were set off. Another witness said, 'There was an explosion, somewhere far away, but it was buzzing';."
"The meteorite finally fell into the Ryudo Temple on the top of Mount Enzo. The traces of the meteorite hitting the ground can be clearly seen at the scene. According to the monks practicing in Ryudo Temple, last night... "
"A meteorite! I've lived here for so many years, but this is the first time I've seen such news."
"Yes, yes, but it was lucky that it landed right in the temple square and no one was hurt."
At the Mackenzie family's dining table, Gulan and Martha were chattering.
Waver drank the milk without saying anything. He knew very well that this was caused by the aftermath of the Holy Grail War. The lack of further damage proved that the Masters and Servants who remained until the end had always maintained a certain degree of restraint. It was just unknown which group of people won the final victory.
No matter who the final winner is, from today onwards, no strange things will threaten the nights of Fuyuki City. The Fourth Holy Grail War that caused a series of commotions officially came to an end last night.
Recalling the intensity of the war, Weber deeply realized what a precious miracle it was that he was still alive. At the same time, he was grateful from the bottom of his heart for this war, where he gained the most precious things in his life.
"Weber, Weber—"
Madam Martha's call interrupted Webber's thoughts.
"Has Mr. Alex returned home safely?"
Alex is Iskandar's pseudonym, taken from the first few syllables of Alexander.
The burly man who had been staying at this house for the past few days had to go back home yesterday because of an urgent matter. Weber thanked the couple for their hospitality and expressed his apologies for leaving without saying goodbye.
"He called from Heathrow in the early hours of the morning. What a rude guy, he had no idea of the time difference."
The improvised lie did not shake his heart. He did not expect that he had developed such a thick skin, even Waver himself was surprised.
"Was there a phone? I didn't even notice it. But that's very much like him, isn't it?"
The lady chuckled and nodded, then turned her eyes back to the TV screen.
The news about meteorites has passed. It is just a little spice and can never become the protagonist of life.
And Weber also made some kind of decision because of the switch in news.
"...Grandpa, Grandma. I want to talk to you about something, is that okay?"
Hearing Waver's voice, which was slightly different from usual, the old couple put down the coffee they were drinking.
"What's wrong?"
"Well, actually—"
"Ding Dong~"
The sound of the doorbell interrupted Weber's speech.
"Who could it be so early in the morning?"
As Mrs. Martha was muttering, old man Gulan slowly got up from his seat and opened the door.
"Hello, is this the McKenzie home?" The young man with black hair and black eyes asked softly with a gentle smile.
"Yes, I am Mackenzie. Who are you?" The old man was sure that he did not know the young man in front of him.
"Excuse me for bothering you, but I'm Weber's friend and I have something to ask him." The young man said, scratching his head embarrassedly.
"Oh, it's Weber's friend. Come in and sit down." The old man waved to the young man enthusiastically. "We are having breakfast. Have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat with us?"
"No, I've already eaten." The young man shook his head and followed the old man into this small but warm home. "Hey, Weber."
"Ass—"
The young man glared back at the name that Waver had almost blurted out, and then he made the shape of "Kusuo" with his mouth.
Waver quickly changed the subject: "Hey, Kusuo, how come you have time to come to see me today?"
"I've been busy the whole time. I just finished last night and came here to fulfill the promise I made with you some time ago." Shinji, who appeared as "Saiki K.," looked very familiar and his acting skills impressed Weber.
"Um... what agreement?"
"It's a duel, a duel between you and me. We agreed to have a wonderful duel using games."
The expression that Weber had managed to fake was completely frozen. There were so many flaws in what he had just said that he didn't know how to complain.
First of all, the duel was unilaterally decided by you, and I didn't agree to it.
Second, wasn't that duel a magic contest? When did it become a game
Thirdly, this is an excuse, it must be, you definitely didn’t come to me for this!
Due to the presence of the Mackenzies, Weber could not ask in detail and could only respond vaguely while finishing the bread and eggs on the table as quickly as possible.
Three minutes later, Weber said "I won't be back for lunch" and rushed out the door.
Seeing her grandson so eager, Mrs. Martha couldn't help but sigh: "Is the charm of the game really that great?"
"Maybe. Isn't it the same with Mr. Alex?" Old Man Gulan blinked calmly.
"That's true."
... ...
On the other side, Weber ran all the way for a full thousand meters, and stopped only when he was sure that he would not affect the Mackenzie family.
Looking back, I saw that "Saiki Kusuo" standing by the side without blushing or breathing heavily. I couldn't help but feel discouraged and said with a bitter face:
"Master Assassin, what do you want from me?"
"I told you, I'm here to play a game with you. You can pick any of the Grand Strategy series." Shinji crossed his arms and said with a half-smile.
"Stop joking, okay?" Weber was almost crying.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Come with me to meet someone." Shinji pointed to the side of the road where a black car was parked.
"who?"
"You'll know when you get there. Let's go."
"Um, can I not go?"
"What do you think?"
"No, I can't."
The final struggle failed, and Weber could only accept the reality dejectedly.
But he did not lose his fighting spirit. He had already accepted the order. No matter what, he had to survive. That was the king's order, an order he had to execute throughout his life.
The car drove smoothly out of the suburbs and into the high-end residential area of Miyama-cho, stopping in front of a European-style villa with a history of more than a hundred years. The name "Matou" was clearly engraved on the doorplate of the villa.
In the basement of the villa, Weber met a man who had changed a lot.
His originally plump cheeks became thin, and his light yellow hair that had been held up with hair wax fell naturally. His eyes, which were always energetic and superior, became dull and lifeless. Although he was around 30 years old, he exuded an air of old age.
Waver was stunned. It was hard for him to connect the man in front of him with the famous genius of the Clock Tower in his memory.
In a trance, he once again called out the name that he thought he would never call out in his life.
"Teacher, Mr. Kenneth."