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

Upon hearing Luo Wei's words, Kenneth glanced at Tokiomi Tohsaka in front of him and then let out a disdainful sound, "Although what you did with Kiritsugu Emiya yesterday made me angry, you can rest assured about Sakura's situation. Your daughter is different from you. She is a genius that I have my eye on. In terms of seniority, I am her mentor, and I will definitely take good care of her so that she can embark on her own path of magic in the future."

"And you..."

As he spoke, Kenneth clenched his fist and glared at the damned bastard who had sent Assassins to assassinate him. He then reverted to his usual sarcastic tone and said, "You can die without worry. You like chasing the Holy Grail and the path of magic, don't you? In that case, just obediently dedicate yourself to them. Don't worry, even if you do die, I can take care of your other daughter. I have quite a bit of experience in nurturing geniuses."

After saying that, Kenneth's face curled into a cold smile, which made Tokiomi Tohsaka swallow hard.

He now understood what Kenneth was saying. It wasn't just about wanting his life out of personal grudges; he wanted to eradicate the Tohsaka family's lineage.

His words clearly indicated that this was all aimed at his daughter!

This made Tokiomi Tohsaka realize that things were going badly.

He could understand what Luo Wei had just said and what he had done.

After all, he knew that Loewy was also a magician who pursued the truth and yearned for the Root. It was reasonable and not hard to understand that he would participate in the Holy Grail War.

Even after confirming that the other party was still keeping his promise to raise Sakura, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a little grateful to him, and at the same time felt more and more that Lo Wei and he were truly kindred spirits.

But Kenneth...

He stopped pretending altogether and stated directly: "I'm going to kill you today and kidnap your successor."

This made Tokiomi Tohsaka panic, because Kenneth, a Clock Tower Lord, really had the power to deliver on his promises after the Holy Grail War.

"Wait a moment……"

Before he could even speak, Gilgamesh, who had been watching his embarrassing performance for a while, coldly interrupted him.

"Hmph, that's enough, Tokiomi. How much more humiliating do you want to be?"

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, then shouted angrily, showing no respect whatsoever to Tokiomi Tohsaka just because he was his Master.

After all, he had seen Tokiomi Tohsaka's performance over such a long period of time, and it had been very disappointing.

Not only that, but he also lost his composure at this critical moment and even harbored thoughts of using Command Seals to control his own suicide. He had had enough of such a traitor.

"But, Your Majesty..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka wanted to speak, but this time Gilgamesh unleashed a powerful burst of magic, forcing him to retreat repeatedly and silencing him with sheer force.

"Don't make me say it a second time, Tokiomi. This is a king's banquet, and it's not your place to keep talking, you subject."

“Yes… Your Majesty.” Looking at Gilgamesh’s indifferent eyes, Tokiomi Tohsaka gritted his teeth and lowered his head in a pretentious manner, but his drooping hands were already clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood seeped out.

'You bastard! A mere servant, someone who's been dead for who knows how many thousands of years, dares to show me such utter contempt...'

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka truly wanted to use Command Spells to teach Gilgamesh a terrible lesson, regardless of the consequences.

But thinking about his efforts and the long period of hard work he had put in, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and kept telling himself to stay calm, he absolutely had to stay calm...

It's almost over, it's almost over. Once the Holy Grail War is over, that damned guy is doomed!

"Humph."

Although Tokiomi Tohsaka hid it well, he was unaware that the wisp of killing intent he unconsciously exuded was still captured by the many Heroic Spirits present. They looked at Gilgamesh and Tokiomi Tohsaka with strange eyes, each with their own thoughts.

'The problems between this pair seem to be bigger than they anticipated...'

Gilgamesh merely snorted in response, ignoring Tokiomi Tohsaka, whom he considered a dying man in his heart, and instead turned his gaze to Lovi, who was present.

"Young man, as I said before, you are indeed very interesting, and you seem to possess the ability to anticipate the enemy's moves, which allows you to control the overall situation. So, I ask you, can you foresee my anger now, and do you know how to quell it?"

In just a few words, Gilgamesh, who had initially admired Lovi, shifted his anger to him. His scarlet eyes narrowed, revealing a coldness and amusement like that of a venomous snake, as if he were testing something.

"You flatter me. Predicting the future is something that only top-tier clairvoyants like you and the Magic King can do. I am just an ordinary person and of course I don't have the power you have."

Faced with Gilgamesh's difficult behavior, Lovi refused Scáthach's protection and instead smiled as he met his gaze, saying, "I don't know how to appease your anger. However, knowing about the banquet, I have specially selected a few suitable gifts for everyone present, which may be able to soothe your anger."

Having said that, Rowe then told Scáthach to go back to the car and bring over the things he had bought in advance. Scáthach, who had initially looked puzzled, then realized that the clothes and other odds and ends in the car were actually for these guys?

"Wait a moment, Master, I'll be right back."

Although somewhat puzzled, Scáthach did not doubt Rowe's decision. After hearing his order, she blinked and immediately went to the car parked outside the castle to retrieve the gift Rowe had prepared.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of everyone present became somewhat strange, and even Gilgamesh, who had been aggressively trying to see how Lovi would resolve his anger, couldn't help but become curious.

He now wanted to see what this amazing young man would come up with to please him.

Chapter Sixty: The Heroic Spirits' Approval (6,500 words)

—Forward, ever forward, until there is no more road.

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"Master, I'm back."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, Scáthach, with her exceptional agility, quickly carried back the sack that Rowe had mentioned and handed it to him.

Then, to everyone's surprise, Lovi, holding the sack, gently clapped his hands. Immediately afterward, a handful of golden fluorescent powder quietly slid from his fingertips and fell into the sack. Then, under his direction, the gifts in the sack seemed to be gently lifted by invisible hands, and then pushed out to everyone seated, whether Master or Servant, all receiving this small token of their affection.

"Is this what you prepared to please me, the king?"

Gilgamesh weighed the light weight of the package in his hand and couldn't help but find it amusing.

"Well, Your Highness Gilgamesh, although I don't know if this can quell your anger, it is my way of showing my appreciation, so please accept it."

Lovi calmly gazed into Gilgamesh's crimson eyes and spoke, after which the gifts were distributed to everyone.

"Of course, since we're giving gifts, we can't show favoritism to everyone. So I've prepared a gift that suits each of you. You can open them here and see if they're appropriate."

"Oh? The perfect gift for us?"

Hearing Lo Wei make such a boast, the heroic spirits present couldn't help but become interested.

"Hmph, although you're a mixed cultivator, I have to admit you're quite different from the rest, at least in terms of taste." Gilgamesh unceremoniously tore open the package that Lovi had given him, then praised him with satisfaction, "It suits my taste perfectly. You've passed the test, you deserve a reward."

Gilgamesh did not receive any precious treasures or gorgeous ornaments, but rather several sets of clothing in different styles.

The most standard outfit is the simple casual wear with a black base and white stripes that Gilgamesh often wears. The rest are pure white hoodies with a few raised details and a pocket, as well as several different pieces of clothing that Gilgamesh has worn, including casual wear favored by the old Gilgamesh, the wise Gilgamesh, and the young Gilgamesh.

These clothes were what Rowe saw yesterday when Scáthach dragged him shopping. On a whim, he bought them all. At the time, Scáthach thought Rowe was buying them for himself, but she never imagined they were for this flashy guy!

This surprised Scáthach.

"You really can see it... different worlds, the distant future, and even some things from the past..."

Upon seeing these garments, Gilgamesh gained a certain understanding of Lovi, especially when he saw the scroll beneath the clothes, bearing the outline of a certain green figure, which moved even him.

"It was just a coincidence that I found out. I don't have the kind of clairvoyance that you and the Magic King possess. I simply used some tricks to gain some insight. Whether it's your past or your future, it's all your own choice."

Faced with Gilgamesh's questioning, Lovi remained humble. His gaze into Gilgamesh's crimson eyes remained neither arrogant nor servile, without the slightest hint of hypocrisy.

"It's probably observation of parallel worlds..."

Weber murmured to himself that Lowe had told him that he had observed the results and progress in many parallel worlds, and perhaps these were the things he had seen during his observations.

If this isn't clairvoyance or future vision, then this is the only possibility nowadays.

"Wow, the strategist truly lives up to his name! Even the gift is so perfectly suited to my taste!"

Iskandar was very satisfied to see that he had video materials in his hands about the two world wars, as well as various battles, large and small, and the progress of the war.

Webber, holding the million-pound cheque in his hand, was so excited he almost cried.

'Love, we really are brothers for life!!'

He's been ripped off by Rider, his wallet is completely empty, and he can't even afford to fly. This huge sum of money from Rowe is undoubtedly a huge help to him.

"Hmph, a bunch of bumpkins who've never seen the world."

Kenneth had initially dismissed Loewe's gift, thinking that mere money and worldly possessions could hardly move someone who had long since seen through the ways of the world. Then, he saw the few words on "The Improvement and Research Theory of Modern Puppet Magic"—by Aozaki Touko. The large characters at the end made him silently swallow his words, and then he quietly put it away as if he had found a treasure.

—A Grand Puppeteer's Puppet Magic Notes—Absolutely unbeatable!!

Although it's unclear where this kid got it from or why he's connected to the fugitive Aozaki Touko, Kenneth isn't in the Department of Law and Politics, so none of that matters in the face of this information. If this were passed down to a newly established magical family, it could serve as the foundation of the family.

He's truly won big in this Holy Grail War, and is returning home with a full haul.

Two heirs, a legacy magic, and... Waver, that mediocre talent, can be properly trained after we take him back.

It must be said that after experiencing so much, Kenneth's opinion of Webber, the mediocre talent he once looked down on, has indeed changed considerably.

Finn received a green lucky hat with a distinctly Irish style, which left him somewhat puzzled.

As for the gifts Saber received...

She looked at her gift, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, clutching it tightly, her expression a complex mix of emotions.

She received an envelope...

The only signature on it is: Merlin, and the Knights of the Round Table.

The envelope was also prominently engraved with the emblem of the Knights of the Round Table, a symbol known only to her and the Knights of the Round Table.

Artoria stared in astonishment at Lovi, who had presented the gift. Her emerald eyes were fixed on his, and her body involuntarily stood up. She then took steps toward him, wanting to ask what was going on.

However, Scáthach, sensing that something was wrong, and Iskandar, noticing Saber's emotional fluctuations, immediately stepped in front of Lovi to shield him.

"What's wrong, Saber? Is there something wrong with the gift you received?" Iskandar asked curiously, noticing that Artoria's emotions and behavior were clearly off. He glanced at the envelope in Artoria's hand, then at the innocent-looking Rowe, his curiosity itching to see what Rowe had written to the King of Knights that had caused him to lose his composure like this.

At this moment, everyone's gaze, even Gilgamesh's, couldn't help but focus on Artoria and Lovi. They were curious to know what Lovi had written to her. After all, given Saber's personality, even if Lovi wrote her a love letter, she would only be rejected outright. The fact that it could excite her so much must make them incredibly curious about its contents.

“I apologize for my rudeness… I don’t know where you got this gift from, but thank you… Master of Queen Scáthach.”

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Artoria's emotions gradually stabilized. She nodded solemnly to Lovi in ​​front of her and then expressed her gratitude.

"No need to thank me, Miss Artoria. My name is Rowe Crowley. You can just call me Rowe."

To make Saber even more certain, Loewy even called out her real name.

'Artoria…'

Upon hearing this familiar name, Saber's expression indeed changed. She was now certain that the young man before her had some connection to her Knights of the Round Table or Merlin, otherwise he wouldn't know these things about her.

Although she longed for an answer, Artoria knew that now was not the best time to press him, so she gave up and nodded at him.

"I understand, Lord Rowe."

"Well, since everyone is satisfied with my gift, how about I, as the host, take the liberty of opening this King's Feast?"

Seeing the heroic spirits accept the gifts, and having successfully delivered the items he had arranged to give to others, a smile appeared on Luo Wei's face.