Chapter 218 Emiya Kiritsugu prepares to be defeated again
"How is it possible? The aristocratic factions are all in the same camp, so how could Animusfia laugh at El-Melloi?"
Mikael paused, paying attention to the small changes in the expression on Kenneth's face, and then continued,
"It's just that I think you need a little help, Kenneth, and Animusfia is not shy about lending a helping hand to her friends."
Kenneth raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming to be waiting for Mikael's next words. As for the nonsense that the aristocratic factions are in the same breath, as long as they are not mentally ill, it is estimated that no one will believe it.
"There was a slight deviation in the Holy Grail War this time. It was supposed to be seven people and seven knights fighting for the Holy Grail, but it turned out to be fourteen knights inexplicably."
Mikael spread his hands and raised the corners of his mouth with a gentle arc.
"Don't you think there are too many redundant people? Whether it's the weak local magic family in Fuyuki City, the wild magicians wandering outside the mainstream, or the unruly people who have never heard of magic... For
In terms of the Holy Grail War, their existence is not even the green leaves that set off the flowers. If they win against such a group of inferior people, I'm afraid they won't get much praise."
"Oh~~So Lord Animusfia, you mean...to clean up those idle people first?"
Kenneth closed his hands and put them in front of his face. He seemed to understand what Mikael wanted to do.
"That's right——"
Mikael stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, his voice became passionate,
"Let those who have nothing to do with it go out. The Holy Grail only needs to be held by the monarch like us! Those third-rate or even inferior guys, how can they understand what real magic is?!"
I have to say that although what Mikael said sounds very arrogant, it perfectly implements the aristocratic faction's long-standing views on other magicians, and it naturally falls on Kenneth's heart.
Especially after the sneak attack by Einzbern's lackeys, he couldn't wait to let these unscrupulous guys experience the dimensionality reduction attack from the famous magic family in the clock tower.
"El-Melloi will agree to an alliance with Animusfia."
After a brief thought, Kenneth gave his own answer. Although Mikael is very strong, he is not invincible. As a magician who is expected to be crowned, he also has his own pride.
And what martial arts achievement can be compared to defeating the 20th Dead Apostle Mikael, who is also the monarch?
Thinking of the honor he would achieve, Kenneth's lips slightly raised. El-Melloi's great wish to pursue the root will be realized by himself, and it is not impossible to even obtain the same leadership status as Barthemero.
"Although I trust El-Melloi's honor, it is better to sign a self-restraint clause to be on the safe side. After all, for us magicians, there is nothing more trustworthy than a self-restraint clause."
Mikael took out a roll of parchment from the imaginary number pocket. Although it seemed to others to be meaningless patterns and geometric figures with special beauty, in Kenneth's eyes, there was no doubt that it was
Familiar, perfect art-type text.
Self-restraint clause (self scroll) - In a magician society full of intrigues and opportunism, it is the most stringent clause of the oath, which will only be used when the agreement will never be broken.
This is a spell that uses its own magic circuit function to impose restrictions on the caster. Theoretically, it cannot be broken by any method. Even if it is exchanged with life, as long as the magic mark is inherited to the next generation, it will not be broken.
The soul will be bound after death, and it is a dangerous technique that cannot be regretted.
Seeing that Mikael was so sincere, Kenneth couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He took over the self-restraint clause, read the conditions for establishing the contract repeatedly, and thought about whether there were any words that would cause ambiguity.
Of course, he didn't find anything unusual, because Mikael never tampered with it, and it was a clean self-restraint clause.
The content of the restriction is very simple: before the masters other than Animusfia and El-Melloi are dealt with, the members of the two forces must not intentionally harm the masters and servants of the other camp in any form.
The Holy Grail War ends until there are only people from both sides left.
After repeated confirmation, Kenneth signed his name with his own blood. After the pulse of magic appeared on his signature, it meant that this self-restriction clause had come into effect.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Lord El-Melloi."
Mikael put away his self-restraint rules and stretched out his right hand with a smile.
“A pleasure to work with.”
Kenneth gently held Mikael's outstretched hand.
"Let's get back to the subject. For families like the Einzberns who have betrayed the magic, I think we, as the monarchs of the Clock Tower, need to help the magic world clean up the garbage."
Mikael picked up the black tea and took a sip, feeling the rich tea fragrance flowing on his tongue. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, showing an intoxicated expression.
"There is no doubt that we will deal with Einzbern's gang of android traitors and their lackeys. El-Melloi will show them what the fury of thunder is."
Kenneth said confidently that if it weren't for those dirty tricks, he would not have lost at all in the competition of magic skills.
"Then let Animusfia help you. In return, I hope to get Einzbern's android technology."
"Artificial human technology...can, it makes sense."
Without too much hesitation, Kenneth readily agreed to Mikael's request. For El-Melloi, who mastered the ore department, although the Einzbern android technology was exquisite, it was not necessary to obtain it.
, at best, it’s just to increase El-Melloi’s background.
What's more, the android technology is still in the hands of Einzbern. Why not use the enemy's things in exchange for the help of allies?
"Then Animusfia will send a riding servant as a support. There are two riding servants, ncer and caster. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with Saber."
"In addition, according to Animusfia's information, the real master of Einzbern is Emiya Kiritsugu, the notorious [Magician Killer]. This must be no secret to El-Melloi
But I already know Saber’s real name, which is the legendary King of Knights—Arthur Pendragon.”
"The Knight King of Camelot is indeed famous, but shouldn't King Arthur be a male? Why is Saber a girl?"
Kenneth frowned slightly. The Clock Tower is located in London, England. How could he not know about the well-known King of Knights?
"Historical records may not be accurate, but the Sword of Victory in Saber's hand cannot be false. It was a gift from the fairy in the lake. It is one of the ultimate divine weapons forged from the planet using human faith as raw material. It is
Known as [the strongest fantasy]."
"But even King Arthur can withstand the attack of two servants. That's the limit. You only need to take the opportunity to kill her master, Kiritsugu Kiritsugu. This should be nothing to the Lord El-Melloi.
Difficult thing, right?”
"Of course, he is just Einzbern's lackey and not worth mentioning, but I will not let him die so happily."
A ferocious and bloody smile appeared on Kenneth's face. His anger and disgust could only be offset with blood. Although Einzbern and its lackeys were not qualified, they were still acceptable as appetizers.