My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

Suddenly, Lancer's expression hardened, and his body relaxed: "Saber, I'm afraid our battle will have to be postponed. My lord is in danger."

"In that case, Lancer, you may go first. Our battle will take place later." Saber also sheathed her sword.

Lancer vanished instantly, heading towards the hotel where Kenneth was, contacting him as she went: "My lord, please hold on, I'll be there soon."

However, Kenneth scolded, "I told you not to worry about me. A mere disqualified magician is no match for me. Go find Sora; we can't reach her suddenly."

Lancer hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to change direction: "Yes, my lord."

Chapter 403 The End of the Knight

When Lancer arrived at the rooftop of a nearby building, all that remained was a pool of blood; Sora was nowhere to be found.

His relationship with Sora is not a normal contractual one, and he cannot sense the other's exact location.

However, he knew that Sora was not in immediate danger because the supply of magic to him had not been interrupted.

Lancer returned to the hotel where Kenneth was staying and was speechless with surprise at the scene before him.

The once towering hotel building was reduced to ruins, with countless steel bars, cement, and rubble piled up into a small mountain. Fortunately, the collapse of the hotel did not affect the nearby buildings, and for some unknown reason, the guests inside had evacuated in advance, with no one injured or killed.

Lancer sensed the location of the Command Seals and found Kenneth in a corner a few streets away.

Kenneth was in a sorry state. His left hand was covered in blood and hung limply. His hair was disheveled and his former demeanor was completely gone. His face was pale, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his jaw was clenched as if he was enduring pain.

"My lord, are you alright?" Lancer asked with concern.

Kenneth felt a little dizzy. He didn't know what was wrong with him, even though he had only been shot in the arm with a pistol.

Such minor injuries can be healed immediately with healing magic, and even if left untreated, his powerful physique as a magician allows him to ignore them.

Strangely, he had used the healing magic countless times, but the injury to his arm not only did not improve, but his whole body was in excruciating pain, as if countless needles were flowing through his veins.

Why is this happening?

'I, the ninth head of the Archibald family, one of the Twelve Lords of the Clock Tower, and the Lord of the El-Melloi faction. How could I be driven to this point by a guy with no magician's honor?'

Why? Why?

'He's just a despicable scoundrel without any honor as a magician.'

"vomit……"

Kenneth coughed up another mouthful of blood. He had just tried to heal his arm wound with healing magic again, but this time it was even worse. He was in excruciating pain and convulsed all over his body just by trying to connect the magic circuits, as if countless knives were scraping his bones...

“This is…” Kenneth finally realized something was wrong, “an attack targeting magic circuits!?”

"The Magician Killer... So that's how it is." He suddenly understood why Kiritsugu Emiya was known as the Magician Killer in the underworld.

“That despicable bastard… ugh…” Kenneth spat out another mouthful of blood, not from using magic again, but from being so angry that he was overcome with rage.

"My lord, are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Kenneth was listless, but his voice was unusually loud and firm.

Lancer watched with trepidation, wondering if he was really alright.

"Sora, has Sora been found?" Kenneth cared more about his beloved fiancée than himself.

He now deeply regrets agreeing to let Sora go with Lancer to fight Caster.

His contract with his servant is different from others; the Command Seals and the magic provider are separate. He is responsible for the Command Seals, while his fiancée Sora is responsible for supplying the magic, which maximizes the release of combat power.

The closer the magic provider is to the servant, the more efficient they are. This was the reason why Sora agreed to let Sora go out with Lancer.

Sora was kidnapped.

"I'm very sorry, Ms. Sora was already gone when I arrived," Lancer apologized.

"You incompetent bastard, all you can do is talk big, you can't even protect a woman," Kenneth cursed. He had long been annoyed by Lancer's flirtatious glances with his fiancée.

He then recalled the memories of Lancer he had seen in his dream; Lancer had been executed for seducing his lord's wife.

Given this precedent, Kenneth couldn't help but think that Sora's flirting with Lancer must have been caused by Lancer seducing her.

He would never admit that he was inferior to a mere servant.

He would not admit that he lost to Kiritsugu Emiya and take his anger out on Lancer.

"Go find it now, hurry up!"

"I'm so sorry, my lord, for the way you look now..."

"Shut up," Kenneth snapped, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Lancer suddenly stand up. He was immediately frightened, and his voice weakened. "You... what do you want to do?"

He thought Lancer had finally lost his temper and was going to kill his master, just like he had done in history.

The Command Seals in my hand are ready.

However, Lancer turned to look in the other direction: "Who's there?"

call out!

A short arrow flew from a distance, its sharp tip gleaming coldly, heading straight for Kenneth, only to be caught by Lancer just as it passed by.

Lancer looked at the short arrow in his hand and noticed a note tied to it.

“My lord, this…” Lancer untied the note and handed it to Kenneth.

He didn't chase after the person who shot the arrow because Kenneth's condition was clearly abnormal at that moment, and it would be too dangerous for him to leave Kenneth alone if he went after him.

"Give it to me!" Kenneth snatched the note and eagerly opened it to read. As time passed, his expression grew increasingly grim. "Damn it, that despicable bastard!"

"My lord, what does it say?" Lancer asked.

“Take me here.” Kenneth handed Lancer a note with a simple map and a time drawn on it.

When they rushed across half of Fuyuki City to the abandoned factory marked on the map before the time on the note, they found it completely deserted, with only a piece of paper on the ground that read "Wait".

Kenneth was forced to wait for nearly an hour in the biting cold wind, his left arm, which was bleeding from beginning to end, dripping blood continuously, turning the thin ice covering the ground bright red.

He exhaled hot breath, and with each breath of cold air he inhaled, he felt a piece of his life disappear. Just when he thought he was about to lose too much blood and faint, Lancer finally sensed that someone was coming: "My lord, someone is coming. Please hide."

Kenneth wanted to refuse, but when he thought that he would only be a hindrance, he gritted his teeth and reluctantly hid in a dark corner of a dilapidated building in the factory area.

When Lancer arrived at the open space outside, he saw Saber and Irisviel getting out of a car.

Looking at that flowing blonde hair, Lancer's eyes were filled with disbelief: "Saber, I never expected to see you here."

Saber didn't expect to run into Lancer again, and upon closer inspection of Lancer, she noticed weariness and doubt in his eyes.

Saber didn't know what Lancer had gone through, but it certainly wasn't anything good. She had a bad feeling: "It was my... my companions who told me after their investigation that there's a servant's magical reaction here."

"Where is my lord's fiancée now?" Lancer had barely finished speaking when he immediately added, "Saber, you probably don't know."

Saber understood immediately. This strong sense of déjà vu, this despicable act of using any means necessary to achieve victory, must be Kiritsugu's doing again.

She shook her head at Lancer, then turned back to Irisviel with a questioning look, only to see Irisviel also shake her head, indicating she knew nothing about it.

He replied, "I don't know, what happened?"

Faced with Saber's question, Lancer shook his head: "No, Saber, forget what you just said. By the way, is this alright for you? You expended so much energy fighting Caster, and now you're just wandering around outside?"

"If that's the case, then every servant is the same. Tonight, the others probably won't want to cause any more trouble and will instead focus on defense, so we don't need to worry about anyone interfering."

Although it's almost dawn, I feel that tonight is the best opportunity for us to settle our differences.

"How was it, Lancer?"

Saber's aura became fierce, and his clothes changed from a black suit to battle armor. The wind barrier on his holy sword also disappeared, revealing its glowing blade.

"Hahaha, Saber, right now, only your pure fighting spirit can extinguish the restlessness in my heart." Lancer was infected by the fighting spirit displayed by Saber.

The two drew their weapons and slowly approached each other. With a light clang, the blades touched, a battlefield etiquette to begin a knightly duel.

Then the two began to fight.

Kenneth watched the battle unfold in the distance from a dark corner of the factory, leaning against the wall to keep from falling.

Suddenly, he heard a "ring ring" sound, looked down at his feet, and saw a bullet.

"This is..." He belatedly turned around and looked back. His vision was somewhat blurred due to the large amount of blood loss, and he could only vaguely see a figure.

Only after forcibly concentrating did he realize that the figure was none other than Kiritsugu Emiya, who was holding a rifle and pointing it at the unconscious Sora at his feet!

Kenneth's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tried to use the [Moon Spirit Essence] to attack, but as soon as he connected to the magic circuit, he felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if knives were flowing through his blood vessels, and at the same time, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Shh!" Kiritsugu Emiya gestured for Kenneth to remain calm and quiet, otherwise...

Kenneth was terrified and dared not utter a sound.

Upon seeing this, Kiritsugu threw out a rolled-up parchment, which tumbled through the air and finally landed in front of Kenneth.

Kenneth grabbed the paper and looked at its contents.

“This is…” Kenneth said incredulously, “a self-imposed essay contest.”

In the world of magicians, a magical contract is used to establish an agreement that can never be broken.

The contract states:

[Binding Spell]

Subject: Miyakiri Tsugumi

Kiritsugu Emiya inscribed the following command: "On the premise that the following conditions are successfully fulfilled, the oath will become the object of the discipline binding spell, without exception."

Oath: Kiritsugu, son of Norikaze, the fifth heir of the Emiya family, vows never to have any intention or action to kill or harm Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald or Sora Nazelle Sophial.

Condition: Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald uses all remaining Command Seals to order Lancer to commit suicide.

After reading the contract, Kenneth was filled with mixed emotions.

'A forced curse, in principle, cannot be lifted by any means.'

Even if someone dies, as long as the magic crest remains, their soul will be bound after death.

That's right, as long as this condition is met, he can't kill me and Sora.

However, under these conditions, my battle... will end at this moment.

Is it to abandon the Holy Grail... and Archibald's honor...?

He looked conflicted, unable to make up his mind.

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