The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 234 Plan

"Have the four heroic spirits already left the stage?" Gilgamesh elegantly held a wine glass, the glass swirling slightly between his slender fingers, the red wine inside as dazzling as a brilliant ruby.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of curiosity and amusement in his gaze. He gently swirled the wine in the glass, letting it dance.

The vibrant red liquid shimmered with a mesmerizing light under the illumination of the lamp.

Jin Shanshan took a small sip of red wine, savoring the rich taste and intense aroma spreading in her mouth.

"Yes," Kirei Kotomine replied respectfully from the side.

"Caster is quite capable." Gilgamesh raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an appreciative smile.

His voice was full of domineering confidence, as if he knew everything.

Kirei Kotomine stood quietly to the side, his face expressionless, listening silently to Gilgamesh's words.

"What should we do next?"

"Your will is the command."

"Hahaha, you're much more interesting than Tokiomi Tohsaka." Gilgamesh laughed loudly, his laughter full of domineering and heroic spirit.

"Let the clown be a little more active," Gilgamesh said, his words full of mockery and amusement.

"I understand." Kirei Kotomine lowered his head slightly and respectfully withdrew.

Kirei Kotomine's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Gilgamesh standing there alone, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

In the most luxurious hotel in Fuyuki City, the towering building seemed to pierce the clouds, and the entire top floor area was reserved by Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, the patriarch of the ninth Archibald family of magicians.

Lancer stood tall and straight in front of Kenneth, respectfully reporting the events of the previous night.

His words were calm and powerful, recounting in detail everything that had happened the previous night.

"Last night's battle was exceptionally fierce; Saber and her Master were killed by Caster. The situation has become more complex, and we need to act more cautiously."

After Lancer finished speaking, he waited quietly for Kenneth's response.

"As expected, my strategy was correct." Kenneth raised his chin slightly, a confident smile on his face.

His white-gloved hands were elegantly folded in front of him, and his golden hair was meticulously styled.

His demeanor was elegant yet somewhat rigid, a quality bestowed upon him by long-standing family traditions and aristocratic education.

Behind Kenneth stood a red-haired beauty. She looked slightly younger than Kenneth, perhaps only around twenty years old.

Her fiery red hair shone brightly under the lights, and her fair skin was as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade.

She is Kenneth's fiancée, Sora Nazele Sofiari, daughter of the Sofiari family who have served as heads of the Department of Spirituality Studies.

Because she was not the legitimate son, she did not inherit the magic crest and was instead raised as part of a political marriage.

He participates in the Holy Grail War alongside Kenneth, and is responsible for providing magic to his Servant, Lancer.

Sora's eyes were filled with love, a burning emotion that seemed capable of melting everything.

She gently cupped her heart in her hands, gazing intently at the man before her.

That's right, it's Lancer.

In her eyes, Lancer was like a god descending to earth; his handsome face and tall figure exuded a captivating charm.

Lancer's true identity is Diarmuid Odona, the "Radiant One," the chief warrior of the Irish Fiona Knights, known as the "Unrivaled One" in Celtic mythology.

He has a beauty mark under his eye, a unique feature. However, this magical mole has a special effect: it can attract the opposite sex.

Every woman who comes face to face with him will develop a strong affection for him.

If one possesses "anti-magic power," one might be able to take measures to evade or resist it.

However, Sora did not possess such magic or ability, and she uncontrollably fell in love with Diarmuid.

This infuriated Kenneth.

Seeing Sora's infatuated expression, his anger burned fiercely.

Although Diarmuid was very loyal to him and kept his distance from Sora, Kenneth always felt like he was being cuckolded.

That inexplicable sense of humiliation made his attitude towards Diarmuid complicated.

This pair also have completely opposite personalities.

Lancer strictly adheres to chivalry even in battles against other Servants.

He respects his opponents, fights fairly, and never uses underhanded tactics.

His Master, Kenneth, however, would stop at nothing to achieve victory.

Kenneth was driven by nothing but the glory of victory and the honor of his family, and he spared no effort, employing every trick and tactic imaginable.

Lancer only wanted to be loyal to his Master and fulfill his own wishes; he did not want the Holy Grail.

He longed for his lord's approval to fulfill his duties as a knight.

However, Kenneth could not understand or believe this. He doubted Diarmuid's loyalty, believing that he must have his own selfish motives.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

This conflict prevented the two from cooperating perfectly in combat; the contradiction between them was like an insurmountable chasm.

"Get out of here," Kenneth said impatiently, waving Lancer away.

"Master," Diarmuid hesitated, his eyes filled with helplessness and grievance.

"Step back!" Kenneth's voice was even more stern and unquestionable.

Dirumdo retreated dejectedly, his heart filled with disappointment.

He sensed that Kenneth didn't trust him, and the feeling of being doubted tore at his heart.

"Is this my destiny?" he asked himself silently.

He felt incredibly lonely and helpless, like a lone warrior in this world, without understanding or trust.

Wes was very familiar with the conflict between Lancer and his Master Kenneth.

Based on his understanding of the plot, he had already thoroughly analyzed all the problems between them.

After careful consideration, Weiss devised a plan.

However, as he conceived the initial idea for the plan, a sense of unease arose in his mind.

"Isn't that a bit too insidious?"

He felt like a villain, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.

But this idea only lingered in his mind for less than a second before he decisively abandoned it.

In this brutal Holy Grail War, there is no absolute distinction between good and evil.

Everyone is striving for their goals and working hard to realize their dreams.

He cannot give up an opportunity that could change the situation because of temporary moral concerns.

"Besides, this way it's less strenuous." Wes narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering to himself.

Early the next morning, sunlight shone through the thin clouds and onto the streets and alleys of Fuyuki City.

A gentle breeze, carrying a touch of coolness, awakens the city to a new day.

Wearing a long black robe, Weiss stood tall and straight in front of the luxury hotel.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the towering hotel building, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)