British design, British brand, British manufacturing, don’t think that only Burberry’s luxury goods can show off like this, a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth millions of pounds can do the same.
The mysterious and noble black color and the retro and elegant body perfectly interpret the British aristocratic style. Now, such a luxury car, which is one of the top in the world, is running on the road outside London.
The man sitting in the main seat was about thirty years old, with lemon-yellow hair combed back in a style favored by British gentlemen. His slightly sharp face was perfectly balanced out by his calm demeanor, and a robe that blended classic and modern elements added a touch of aristocratic air to him.
This is a vehicle that fits the man perfectly in this country, he was born to belong here.
It’s been three years. It turns out that time can pass so quickly. Three years can change a lot of things, just like yourself.
So, what about the people you care about
A sneer appeared on the man's lips. Some things can change with the passage of time, but some things cannot. Time is only a witness to these things, not a creator.
Time itself cannot change anything. The lords who hold high positions in this ancient city are probably still the same as they were three years ago. Even without entering the city of London, the man could clearly feel it.
"You have been here for too long, so long that you have ignored the changes in the world. Those who cannot recognize this will eventually be eliminated by the times."
The man talked to himself, his tone full of sarcasm.
"Is it the same for my father and Sophia's family?" asked the woman next to the man.
The woman was a few years younger than the man, with a head of flaming red hair tied up in a traditional aristocratic bun. Unlike her hair color, the woman's expression and temperament were gentle, giving people a feeling of being as light as water. Her dress was also like that, with just the right amount of light makeup and a plain white dress. There was no other decoration except for the ring on the middle finger of her left hand.
"Yes, although this answer will make you unhappy, I don't want to deceive you." The man suppressed the sneer on his face and said to the woman.
"It doesn't matter. I just want to hear the truth." The woman shook her head gently, not minding the man's frankness. "If you and I hadn't left here and gone to Fuyuki, we wouldn't have changed. You'd still be the proud Lord El-Melloi, and I'd still be the noble lady of the Sofinari family."
"Do you regret it?" The man made a strange gesture with his left hand, and the maid made of mercury who was driving the car slowed down the speed of the car.
"It's impossible to say I don't regret it at all. Those three years were really hard to endure, but—" the woman's lips, painted with light pink lip gloss, slightly opened and exhaled, "because of this, I realized how naive, ignorant, and disgusting I was before. It was still worth it."
"You have really changed." The man held the woman's hand, "You were not as peaceful as you are now."
"Yes, I used to be at two extremes. I was cold towards things I wasn't interested in, but passionate about things I was interested in. Now I'm probably a combination of both. I wonder if you like me before or now?" There was a hint of playfulness in the woman's eyes.
"I like both." The man's gentle smile softened his sharp features. "I like you as you were before, and I like you as you are now."
"You've changed too." The woman sighed softly, "You wouldn't have said such a thing before. You were so proud back then."
"Yes, because I understand a very simple truth: I am not the center of the world, not even the center of the clock tower." The man nodded.
"Do you regret it?" the woman asked the same question.
"No regrets." The man's answer shows the difference between him and the woman, "Although the price was high, it was all worth it. I, the Clock Tower, and Britain all made a mistake. We were too immersed in the glory of the past. We were an isolated island country, but we still thought we were the center of the world. If we don't wake up soon, sooner or later we will pay a huge price for this arrogance, just like I almost became a disabled person."
"You want to wake them up?"
"They can't be awakened. They are just like me in the past, arrogant and insolent. Their understanding of the center of the world is unbreakable, unless someone destroys it with violence. However, most people who want to destroy it don't have the ability, and those who have the ability won't destroy it. From this perspective, I have to thank the magician killer."
"Then why do you treat him like that?" Thinking back to the strange atmosphere between the two men on the road, the woman found it a little funny. The man and woman who escorted them back home left when they entered London, and they walked the rest of the way on their own.
"My magic circuits hurt when I see him. Thinking of the pain I've suffered over the past three years, I really can't talk to him properly." The man smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm still not mature enough."
"So what are you going to do next?"
"If you can't wake them up, then don't do it. Instead, unite and train some people who are awake from the beginning."
"Like the worst student you ever talked about?"
"Don't make fun of me. I really didn't expect him to do so well." The man's face turned even more bitter. "Although I still think it's pathetic that he doesn't have the talent to practice magic, I have to admit that the Clock Tower needs people like him, and the Magic Association needs people like him. He may really be able to change the entire magic world."
"This is the first time I've heard you speak so highly of a student."
"Because I, like Weber, have grown up. By the way, don't tell your father about these things."
"Don't worry, I'm just your wife now. They haven't contacted me once in three years, and I'm completely disappointed in them." The woman's expression was cold and almost indifferent. Only at this time could the man see some shadows of her past.
The man was about to say something when the Rolls-Royce he was riding in suddenly stopped.
The girl with beautiful blonde hair spread out on the side of the road, flaming eyes, fair skin, and as delicate as a porcelain doll lifted her skirt and performed the etiquette of a lady gracefully.
"Welcome back, Lord El-Melloi, Lady Sora."
Behind the girl, the men in suits bowed at the same time.
"Welcome back, sir. Welcome back, madam."
The man took the woman's arm and walked out of the car together, looking at the unfamiliar city in the distance, his eyes blurred and vicissitudes, revealing nameless nostalgia and sadness. But soon, this complex emotion was replaced by a gloomy and strong spirit.
"Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald is back again."
PS: Kenneth loves Sora hopelessly. In the event of "Fate Grae Zero", it is revealed that Kenneth has a draft of a love letter to Sora hidden in his study, and he ordered Lancer to commit suicide because Emiya Kiritsugu kidnapped Sora.