Multiverse: Starting With Killer Queen

"Ah, Matou Zouken is really quick."

During lunch break, Roland used the store's fax to receive a message from Zouken Matou.

"I'll have to wait a few days for the magic channel, but will it be ready soon? As for the holy relics, will they do their best to provide them according to the job I choose?"

Zouken Matou is indeed disgusting when he is an enemy, but he is still very reliable when providing help.

However, compared to these things, Roland still looked through the information he was most concerned about.

When it is almost certain that Spirit Contract must have caused a huge deviation, it is very important to confirm how much advantage you still have in understanding the plot.

"Hasn't there been any major changes to the Big Three? But it's still troublesome not being able to find out about the Holy Relics..."

The differences in personalities and abilities of the Heroic Spirits will have a huge impact on the entire battle, which has been clearly demonstrated in many of Type-Moon's works and needs no elaboration.

But at least there are some familiar characters that make people feel at ease. These groups are all led by the Master to control the Heroic Spirits. Knowing their plans and styles is very helpful for the upcoming battles.

"Are these the two that are in trouble?"

Roland gently pointed his finger at Kenneth's proud face on the intelligence and sighed.

"Director Ken, Director Ken, if you don't take the road to heaven, you will fall into hell."

Although people who don't know the full picture may be very afraid of Kenneth, after all, his financial resources and abilities on paper are intimidating.

But Roland, who had watched the Holy Grail War many times, knew that for the Master, his own ability was not important at all. After all, he was just a tool for the devil. Unless he encountered some rebellious heroes, the key to victory or defeat was the quality of the Master.

Tolerance for Heroic Spirits, the ability to adapt to changing situations, and persistence in winning or losing are the key factors that determine whether one can escape unscathed. Having experienced three wars, Matou Zouken saw this very clearly, so he invested in Roland without hesitation.

As for Kenneth, although he was prepared to risk his life to join the war, his biggest flaw was the arrogance he had developed since childhood in the Clock Tower. When the Heroic Spirits could not help him, this was the guy Roland least favored.

On the contrary, Darnic was very good in this aspect. Even if he had not had the experience of participating in the last battle and was standing on the same starting line as Kenneth, Roland and he did not think that he would retreat easily.

"But what will their heroic spirits be like?"

In the original work, Darnic chose Vlad III, but that was an excellent choice for positional warfare because he had the advantage of being on home soil and could allow the Grand Duke to maximize the power of his Noble Phantasm and home field. Without the support of spiritual veins, Vlad III would be just a second-rate hero. Roland didn't think that someone like Darnic, who had fought in the Holy Grail War once, would be confused by this.

From this perspective, Finn, whom he had used in the last Holy Grail War, would have been a better choice. But we cannot be sure. Judging from the intelligence, he gradually went into seclusion in the later period and did not come out until the Fourth War. It is very likely that he has been influenced by the Contracted Spirit. Blindly being influenced by the image in the plot will only put himself at a disadvantage.

"Kayneth is much easier to guess, provided his holy relics have not been stolen."

Roland raised his head and covered his face with the information. As if he had thought of something funny, a teasing smile appeared on his face.

"Speaking of which, with Darnic and Kenneth already at loggerheads, would Waver still dare to steal the relic just because he was in a hurry?"

———

"Damn it, no one understands my talent!"

Wever Velvet was walking quickly on the road with an angry look on his face.

Just now, the thesis that he had worked so hard on for three years was taken out and severely criticized in public by his lecturer Kenneth, which made Weber rush out of the depressing classroom before the class was even finished.

Although the get out of class was not over yet, I was afraid that even before tomorrow, the name Waver Velvet would become the latest laughing stock in the Clock Tower.

For Wever, this was the greatest insult he had ever experienced in his 19 years of life.

His self-esteem was simply thrown to the ground and trampled to pieces. For Weber, who was mostly self-taught and had a poor bloodline for three generations, he was very proud of his talent for being able to pass the exam and be admitted to the Clock Tower, the highest institution of learning in London.

Compared to his classmates who had at least fifth or sixth generation bloodlines, he was theoretically worthy of pride for having accomplished this so early.

But that's all. In this clock tower, the best magicians gather here. Excellent learning ability is not important at all. Everyone is chasing more profound techniques and better magicians.

That is, they are the descendants of famous families, with excellent bloodlines carefully passed down for many generations, strong and complete imprints, and people are chasing after these guys.

In Wever's view, this is simply unreasonable, but flatterers are just people who repeat what others have said, standing on the shoulders of their predecessors. No one will care about people like him with shallow blood.

To this end, Wever conceived for three years and wrote for a year, and wrote a paper that severely criticized the corruption of the Magic Association's system, but it was suppressed by Kenneth before it was made public.

"A person with delusional disorder like you is not suitable for the study of magic."

When Waver thought of the other party's condescending words, he became furious.

"What? He must be afraid of me! Afraid of my terrifying talent!"

Wever complained unwillingly, and then encountered a turning point at the corner.

After bumping into a delivery man from the Finance Department, he got the goods addressed to Kenneth.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Good."

Watching the delivery man's departing back, Weber looked at the small box in his hand in confusion.

"Goods from Macedonia? Come to think of it, that lemon-head did seem to have a dispute with the leader of the Yggdmillennia, and he's going to participate in the magic competition in the Far East."

——Holy Grail War.

Unlike other students who were just watching the competition, Waver, who has always been studious, immediately looked up relevant information after hearing the news and learned the format of the competition.

He was very fond of this form of competition that did not care about one's background, but he was hindered by unimportant things like his academic uncertainty, lack of money, and the lack of relics.

"So this is Kenneth's relic?"

Looking at the small box in his hand, Waver

suddenly had a bold idea. Although the ending would be miserable, it would definitely teach that lemon head a lesson he would never forget.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

"Is that a package for Kenneth?"

A young and handsome man with long blue hair and wearing an elegant suit, who looked more like an aristocrat than a magician, stood at the exit of the road at some point.

"Darnic..."

Weber stood there in a daze as if he hadn't reacted, and spoke out the name of the visitor with trembling teeth. As another protagonist in the recent melon in the Clock Tower, this man's information was easier to check than Kenneth's.

Then, a scene that Wever had not expected happened. Darnic walked over slowly, stared at the package in Wever's hand with a weathered and gloomy look, and then stretched out his hand.

"Classmate, can you show me?"