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

Even amidst war, he remains in this confused and incompetent state. Even with a top-tier Heroic Spirit like Rider, he cannot control him. His aptitude as a magician is extremely mediocre, to the point that he cannot even accomplish something as simple as supplying magic.

With mediocre skills, a confused mindset, and a Servant who can't unleash his full potential, he's practically maxed out with debuffs. Kenneth really doesn't know why this kid is so brave as to dare to participate in this kind of magic ritual.

Although Kenneth still harbored resentment towards Waver for betraying him and stealing the artifact, he was more concerned about the boy's lack of growth.

Knowing the cruelty of this Holy Grail War, he was well aware that if Waver remained in this half-hearted state, he might really die.

and so……

"Weber Velvet! What are you waiting for over there? Get over here! To prevent you from holding me back in the upcoming battle, I'm going to give you some extra lessons!"

A sharp voice suddenly rang in Weber's mind, startling him who was still in a daze.

He looked up sharply in the direction from which the sound was coming, but all he could see was Kenneth's back turned.

“Mr. Kenneth, I…”

The figure walked further and further away, and he stretched out his palm as if to say something.

However, the reminder from Luo Wei earlier became so clear in his mind that he still couldn't bring himself to say it.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Useless guy, get over here right now! I'm going to give all those useless costumes and accessories on you a complete overhaul!"

Finally, Kenneth's voice once again echoed in Webber's mind, leaving him no choice but to reluctantly follow.

"Hey, Queen Scáthach, you were once the teacher of countless heroes. Do you think what Teacher Kenneth did was right?"

Watching the two figures leave, Rowe asked Scáthach, who had just returned after setting up a trap.

“I don’t know. Your modern teaching methods are so different from what I used to do. A student like him wouldn’t have survived to graduate with me.”

Scáthach shook her head very decisively.

"Hiss...that's really cruel." Luo Wei put his hands behind his back and gave a helpless smile. "They clearly care about their students, but they always have to put on such a superior attitude. Is this what teacher authority is? So teachers are really troublesome..."

"However, although pride was indeed at play, if Professor Kenneth had made it clear to his face, Weber, with his half-baked mentality, would definitely have muttered to himself, 'You're just jealous of my research talent and unwilling to acknowledge my success.' Only by experiencing failure firsthand can he grow."

"Who knows, some people have good intentions..."

Even Scáthach felt a pang of sympathy for Kenneth when it came to educating a student like him.

"Yes, after all, they are all such stubborn and proud people, and they are all people who have inherited the name of El-Melloi..."

With a smile, Luo Wei reached for the remote control on the sofa and pressed the play button.

"Some things are less effective if said face-to-face; you have to wait for the right moment to truly understand them..."

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I've almost forgotten what this book is called.

Happy~

Chapter 46 The Secret of the Origin Missile (5,000 words)

Hyatt Hotel

In Kenneth's Mickey Mouse Clubhouse... no, I mean his magic workshop.

Three strange figures, each of different height and color, were now crammed into this small room.

"Oh! There are quite a few interesting treasures here. I can sense that all of these items contain considerable magical power, especially that magical furnace, which truly delights me!"

"Moreover... my condition is better than ever before. My magic power is abundant, and I can unleash more than twice my previous strength! I can finally have a good fight!"

Under Kenneth's command, Weber recently connected his magical energy supply to a magical furnace in the workshop.

At this moment, the problem of insufficient magic power that had been troubling Iskandar was finally resolved. Now back to his peak condition, he was in significantly better shape.

Out of curiosity, he directly used his spiritual energy to enter the workshop from the outside. He then saw the countless dazzling costumes and materials inside, as well as the monarch-level magic furnace at the very center that was replenishing his magic power.

"Don't touch anything, Rider. Get out of here quickly. With your size, it'll be a huge hassle if you mess things up in the workshop."

When Waver saw Iskandar barge in uninvited and start touching the surrounding costumes, his heart raced, and he quickly tried to stop him from doing something so reckless.

"Oh, is it going to be too much trouble? Then I won't touch it. I only need the furnace." Iskandar pointed to the magic furnace that was running behind him.

Iskandar didn't pay much attention to the other small parts; what concerned him most was the monarch-level magic furnace that supplied him with magic.

Having experienced the power of this thing, he certainly wouldn't give it up easily.

After all, once he had a furnace, he no longer needed to worry about whether Weber's body could withstand his power, thus ensuring he could always be at his peak during battle.

The original trump card no longer needs to be used so cautiously, which greatly enhances one's combat power.

Therefore, whether from a personal or strategic perspective, he was determined to obtain this furnace. After all, it was a treasure that could significantly increase his chances of winning.

"Rider!!"

Weber was on tenterhooks when he saw Iskandar's startling words.

This big fool doesn't know the value and importance of this thing, but of course he does.

This is a monarch-level magic furnace, an extremely rare treasure even in the Clock Tower. In some magical families, it's even considered a family heirloom or trump card. Its value is comparable to that of a small to medium-sized magical family. It's essentially a portable, weakened spiritual vein.

This guy's words about taking away such a vital treasure were enough to terrify Webber, who quickly stepped forward to stop him, fearing that the guy would actually do what he said.

"Oh, boy, are you going to stop me from conquering the treasure?"

Iskandar asked Waver, "Then you are my opponent."

"Conquer my foot! Who goes to someone else's house to conquer? That's just robbery! Besides... this is an ally's workshop. Were you the type to attack your allies when you were alive?"

Waver was unusually resolute for a moment, probably because what he had recently learned was beyond his comprehension, or perhaps he had realized the cruelty of the Holy Grail War. His previous half-hearted and weak mentality would hardly allow him to survive this war, let alone save Kenneth, who was far stronger than him...

He should make some changes.

"Wow, kid, you've changed quite a bit... you seem to have more backbone now."

Iskandar crossed his arms and looked at Waver thoughtfully. "You've grown up, haven't you? Has it been influenced by my good qualities?"

"I would never want to be said that by anyone but you. You're such a snob, what good qualities do you have?"

Weber pouted unhappily.

"What is robbery? That's called conquest! As the King of Conquest, I will naturally uphold the kingly way of conquest. Whatever I set my sights on, I will naturally conquer!"

Iskandar pointed proudly to the furnace behind him, patted Webber on the back, and said, "Boy, I've got my eye on that furnace in the back. If you can get me one, I'll give up on this one."

When Webber was slapped on his thin back, his eyebrows twitched violently, almost causing him to lose his breath.

Do you want to hear what you have to say again?

If I had the financial means to buy a monarch-level magic furnace, would I be in such a sorry state that I have to stay at someone else's house?

"I refuse! Putting aside the fact that I simply can't afford it, don't forget, Rider, I'm your Master. Stop making these impossible demands of me!"

"So you couldn't afford it? Is this thing really that expensive?"

"Isn't that obvious? Putting aside the price of hundreds of millions of pounds, monarch-level magic furnaces are still priceless and unavailable."

"Do you think your Master can afford hundreds of millions of pounds?"

Weber was completely speechless with him and decisively told him to give up his unrealistic idea of ​​buying a magic furnace.

"I see. Then I, Your Majesty..."

Seeing Weber's resolute attitude, Iskandar sighed deeply, "He'll just have to go out and earn money himself."

"?!!"

Weber's eyes widened, and in that brief moment, countless different images and possibilities flashed through his mind.

Bricklaying, demolition, farming, and boxing—these kinds of jobs are perfectly suited to his over two-meter-tall frame for manual labor.

But Iskandar seemed oblivious to the prices of the time; hundreds of millions of pounds—that wasn't something you could earn through manual labor, unless…

Suddenly, Weber seemed to realize something. He widened his eyes and asked him cautiously, "What kind of work are you going to do?"

He couldn't believe that someone like Rider, with his personality, would honestly work as a laborer to supplement the family income. So, after eliminating all the impossible answers, the last one, no matter how unwilling he was to believe it, was simply the truth.

"Is there even a question? Of course, robbing people is the fastest way..."

Iskandar gave a thumbs-up, flashing a cheerful smile. "Kid, come rob a bank with me! Let's make a fortune! I remember this should be your modern-day national treasury, right? Come to think of it, I've robbed the treasuries of many countries before, plundering countless gold and silver treasures. I never thought I'd have the chance to do it again. Robbing a modern bank... just thinking about it gets my blood pumping!"

"you dare!!"

Webber screamed, and in that instant, his legs went weak, clearly showing that he was completely convinced by the guy in front of him.

Because he knew very well that Rider was a man of his word, and he would definitely commit the robbery in broad daylight without any disguise, and he would absolutely drag him into the crime as an accomplice!

If that were to happen, they would definitely make it onto the Far East news channel, and he would become the first Master in history to be arrested and detained in a police station until the very end.

"Stop arguing, you two!"

"Weber, get over here right now!"

While they were arguing, Kenneth had already extracted the final research results.

After giving the two idiots a stern scolding for their foolish attempt to rob a bank, which disregarded the secrecy and secrecy of the operation, Kenneth called them over to witness the precious moment when he would unravel the secret of the magic killer.

"As expected, this special bullet works on this principle after all..."

"This is the real secret that the Magician Killer has been hiding, and it's also why Rowe specifically stepped in to help me that night."

Looking at the Origin Bomb sample floating in the test tube, Kenneth slowly exhaled, still somewhat shaken.

After several hours of research, he had completely cracked the secret of the origin and, by following the clues, even discovered the true nature of the magician assassin.

The principle is indeed simple and straightforward, but it's surprisingly effective...

And for magicians, it's an absolute killer weapon.

"The ingenious combination of fire and earth, with its bone powder carrying the primordial properties of 'cutting and connecting,' although the craftsmanship is terribly crude, appearing to me like a defective product forcibly sculpted by some third-rate alchemist, its composite properties are still terrifying..."

"Emiya Kiritsugu, Kiritsugu, Kiri to Tsugu... Someone actually wrote their greatest secret in their name. What an unexpected development. That despicable guy almost got away with it."

Thinking back to the port, when Kiritsugu Emiya fired the Origin Bullet at him, Kenneth couldn't help but feel fortunate that he hadn't rashly tried to catch it. Otherwise, no matter how amazing his magical skills were, he would have been taken down in one fell swoop.

"Weber Velvet, now that you've seen my experiment, it's time for questions. What do you think would happen if the magician were hit by this bullet?"

Kenneth glanced at the trembling Webber Velvet beside him and asked in an annoyed tone.

“I know,” Rider, who had been watching from the side for a while, suddenly clapped his hands before Waver could answer, and then replied as if he had just realized something, “Nothing will happen, right? After all, cutting and then reconnecting doesn’t mean there’s no change, does it? It’s that simple.”