In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

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“It’s you, Webber Wilster.”

"It's me?!"

Upon hearing this outrageous answer, Weber's eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?! How could it be me?!"

“I’m telling the truth, Weber, you are El-Melloi II.”

Luo Wei spoke earnestly as before.

“Oh, you mean this kid?” Even Rider, who was diligently working on cracking Lovi’s infinite combo with his controller, couldn’t help but become interested upon hearing Lovi’s words. He looked at Waver behind him and curiously leaned closer to Lovi. “He’ll become that so-called monarch?”

“Yes, he will become the monarch, El-Melloi II,” Rowe put down the handle and nodded to Weber, “and in the future, Weber will grow another thirty centimeters taller.”

Why are we even talking about height?!

"Hahaha, little Master, it seems you've won this Holy Grail War!"

Rider stood up, patting Waver on the back as he laughed, "That's only natural, after all, how could we lose with me on the field?"

Do you really think my only wish is to grow thirty centimeters taller?!

Upon hearing this, Webber was so angry that he jumped out of bed, but was immediately lifted up by Rider's large hand.

"What's wrong with wanting to grow taller? Little Master, you're so frail because you're too short..."

"Love, stop teasing me. How could I not know Kenneth's personality? How could a man like him possibly pass on the El-Melloi name to me?" Waver, who had been pushed back by Rider, covered his forehead and directly rejected Love's unreliable topic. "The probability of me inheriting El-Melloi is lower than the sudden annihilation of humanity."

'Good lad, you actually guessed right...'

"Well, that's only natural. After all, Professor Kenneth is a thorough aristocrat, and he's also a genius, a leading genius who's far ahead in the path of magic."

Lowe nodded, then looked at Webber and continued, "Unlike you, who only knows theory but has no results and whose talent makes it difficult to achieve results, he is a genius with both. No one will question his theories because Professor Kenneth has the ability to turn them into results. Even if people say that he will become a Grand Magician, it will be considered a matter of course."

Lowe bluntly pointed out to Weber that he currently possessed theories but had no tangible results.

This made Webber, whose sore spot had been touched, blush.

"What exactly are you trying to say?! Doesn't this just prove that I can't be El-Melloi II?"

“No… I mean, if Professor Kenneth were alive, then you would indeed have no chance of inheriting the title of El-Melloi II.”

Lowe shook his head, then bent down to look at Weber, who still looked unwilling, and whispered something.

"So... what if Mr. Kenneth unfortunately dies? Wouldn't that make the possibility more likely...?"

The voice, like a demon's whisper, echoed in Webber's ears, causing him, who was still indignant, to widen his eyes in disbelief as he stared at Rowe, who had uttered such terrifying words.

"What...what are you talking about?!"

Weber's teeth began to chatter involuntarily.

"Shh... listen to my explanation slowly."

Lowe raised a finger and smiled slightly at Weber.

Do you want to know the truth? An answer about the future...

That serious and earnest gaze gradually silenced him.

Finally, looking into Lowe's eyes, Weber swallowed hard and then spoke with difficulty in a dry voice.

"……I think."

"That's more like it."

Upon hearing Weber's reply, Lowe's eyes narrowed slightly, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Chapter 40 Saving Private Kenneth (6,000 words)

"So, this is probably what I've observed about the future."

As he spoke, Rowe took a sip of the soda that Iskandar offered him.

"I feel much better..."

After telling his story for so long, he should probably clear his throat.

"How...how could this possibly happen?"

After listening attentively to Lowe's series of earnest yet bizarre narrations, Weber's expression became increasingly strange.

Finally, not knowing how to face it, he buried his head back under the covers and covered it with a pillow, seemingly trying to escape reality.

"What's wrong? Don't you like this story?"

Rowe sat on the floor, playing a new game with Iskandar, and turned to Weber, who was lying on the bed, to write.

"Or do you find it too far-fetched to believe? About you becoming El-Melloi II in the future. Do you think I would be so bored as to make up such an outrageous reason to fool you?"

"Hmm, although it sounds ridiculous, I can still tell how serious you are from your tone and eyes... and my intuition tells me that this is most likely true."

"I never expected that you would come into contact with magic similar to the Second Magic: Parallel World Observation, and even observe such outrageous parallel world events... But, this kind of thing is just full of malice to me."

Weber, huddled under the covers, continued in a helpless tone, "As expected, I just can't accept this kind of thing with a clear conscience..."

After hearing that Kenneth would die in the Fourth Holy Grail War and that he would inherit his name and classroom.

Although Weber could hardly comprehend the feelings of his parallel self, the complexity within him at this moment was no less than that of his parallel self.

"Oh, what is it that you can't accept?"

Lovi tilted his head, skillfully fiddling with the combos on the controller, demonstrating a set of Kyo Kusanagi's special moves to Rider, who scratched his head in frustration. He then turned to Waver and asked, "Is it about the possibility of Kenneth's death? Or the possibility that you, a half-baked, third-rate magician, might inherit El-Melloi II's mantle?"

"Needless to say? It's everything!"

Webber retorted excitedly, "Although I dislike Professor Kenneth and find his arrogance utterly repulsive, that's from the perspective of an ordinary person. As a magician, of course I respect him and admire his talent! I also aspire to become a magician like him one day..."

"But I also know very well that it's impossible for someone like me, a third-rate guy, to become a magician like Mr. Kenneth. And unlike a genius like you, Mr. Kenneth must really hate me. Maybe he never even considered me his student!"

Webber's voice grew more and more excited as he spoke, and then, with a series of gestures, he actually crawled out of bed, his eyes slightly red, looking down at the two people who were still playing video games with a wronged expression.

Unsurprisingly, Iskandar's Iori Yagami was once again taken down by Luo Wei's Kyo Kusanagi, leaving him so anxious that he kept scratching his head.

"Sigh, you..."

Loewy sighed, about to say something, but Iskandar, who had just been completely outmatched by Loewy, was a step ahead, flicking Waver's head with his finger and saying irritably,

“Little Master, you’re saying these immature things again… No wonder you’re looked down upon by that so-called Kenneth.”

"How should I put it... maybe he's small but precocious? Hmm... he is indeed quite small, but his brain isn't very sharp."

Iskandar stroked his chin and murmured thoughtfully.

"Why are you bringing up my height again? Didn't Luo Wei say that I'll definitely grow another 30 centimeters taller in the future?!"

Weber protested vehemently.

"Hahaha, let's talk about the future when it comes. Right now, you're still just a kid."

"hateful……"

Webber, unable to do anything about Rider's teasing, could only sulk in frustration.

"Hey, Weber, did you know? Sometimes human growth happens in the blink of an eye!"

Lowe put down the controller, declined the invitation to fight Iskandar for another three hundred rounds, and looked at Waver, saying, "Humanity's future is the most likely to change, and also the most possible. No one can absolutely predict what a person's future will be. In fact, I know a very powerful fortune teller who can predict future events with 100% accuracy. Even Merlin's legendary clairvoyance may not be able to compare to her."

"You mean... absolute future vision? Does such a thing even exist in this world?"

Upon hearing Lowe's example, Weber was surprised, while Iskandar, standing to the side, thoughtfully stroked his chin.

"Absolute prediction, huh? That's practically cheating! If I had that ability when I was alive, I could have predicted Darius's army's movements, and I could have won the war in a very short time!"

Iskandar, the conqueror king, was clearly very interested in the 100% accurate divination that Lovi had mentioned.

"Very well, I've made my decision! Once I obtain the Holy Grail and a new body, I will recruit that extraordinary individual who can make absolute predictions into my ranks! Then I will rebuild an invincible and strongest army!!"

"..."

"..."

Neither Rowe nor Webber paid any attention to Rider's interruption, nor did he reveal the existence of the Mother of Guanbuzi City. He simply continued speaking as if telling a story.

"But... Weber, you have to think about this. Even if it's an absolute prediction, is it really absolute? If someone predicts that you'll eat cake tonight, then you can choose not to eat cake, to avoid their prediction, which is the original future, and create a new possibility... If this is possible for small things, then what about big things? For example, your growth?"

Luo Wei pointed to his height and continued, "Before I told you, who could have imagined you'd grow another thirty centimeters? So don't underestimate yourself, and don't deny your future. Who can predict possibilities? What kind of person you want to become is ultimately up to you. Whether you want to become better or worse, it's all your decision..."

"I feel like you're trying to give me a pep talk..."

"Maybe? But aren't all of what I said the truth? As magicians, you and I should both be able to understand the meaning behind it."

Sigh, I understand, but I still can't accept it!

"A rebellious disciple like me ended up inheriting my teacher's title and all that..."

Weber's expression remained awkward, and he still found it difficult to accept the reality.

"Well, it's just one possibility, so it's not a bad thing to think about it."

Luo Wei waved his hand, not insisting on anything.

"You'll be far more outstanding in the future than you are now..."

When it comes to working overtime, they're absolutely top-notch.

"There are so many excellent ones..."

Weber muttered a few words to himself, then looked at Lowe again and asked.

"Love, may I ask you a few questions in detail?"

"Ask me questions? Any questions about your future? Sure, there's nothing I can't tell you."

Lowe shrugged, indicating that there was no problem.

"Then I'll ask..."

"First of all, why don't you inherit the position in the future? Even if Mr. Kenneth really dies, wouldn't you be the more suitable heir? How could it possibly be my turn!"

"Oh? Lee Sin, you've finally figured out the key point."

Lowe clapped his hands and then answered Weber's good question.

"It's very simple. I don't exist in that parallel world, or rather, I died a long time ago. I unfortunately lost my life in a magic experiment."