Not only has he inherited the magic crest that has been passed down for generations, but he also possesses a talent that is rare in the world.
The facts of all this make Kayneth's various accolades seem to be taken for granted.
So, regarding what the world cannot do without its own power, it is not unreasonable for Kayneth to have such self-confidence.
This is not Kayneth's conceit alone; it is the consensus of everyone around him.
Even among the many successful research results of the Clock Tower, the mention of the "Famous Lord El-Melloi," who is at the top of the list, causes anyone to nod in praise. But Kayneth, who has been accustomed to hearing the title of "genius," has always encountered the envy and jealousy of others without feeling a sense of satisfaction. All of this is just an inevitable consequence of life for him.
This has been the case in the past, and it will be so in the future.
This is a sacred and inviolable covenant of life, which is beyond doubt for Kayneth.
Therefore, for him, who had foreseen the whole world, if there was a very rare and almost impossible accident, it would be chaos that Kayneth would never tolerate—it would be an insult and a blasphemy to the natural order.
This is like a candidate approaching the entrance exam, after staying up late to study until in a trance, only to arrive at the examination room and find that all the questions on the paper were the ones he didn't review.
That is too ridiculous!
"It is just that you didn't summon the Servant. It is not a failure, so is it worth being so frustrated?"
In Kayneth's private bedroom, a woman's voice suddenly appeared.
Despite the hint of mockery in this voice, Kayneth felt anger, but showed no fury on his face.
With the crisp sound of high heels against the floor, a red-haired woman with hair like burning fire walked through the bedroom door.
She appeared to be only about twenty years old. Though she had fiery red hair, she gave off the feeling of an unusually cold, ice-and-snow beauty.
From her luxurious temperament, one could feel that she was a sensual and noble daughter.
And the majesty that emanated from her stern gaze made her look like a queen.
Her gaze, which seemed to be a reprimand, was fixed on only one person.
Kayneth.
"Sorry, Sola, did I make too much noise?"
With Kayneth's character, it was an incredible thing that he didn't explode, but it was all because this woman was a very special existence to him.
Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri.
The daughter of Kayneth's mentor, the head of the Department of Evocation.
And she was the goddess of fate who completed Kayneth's glory—that is, she was Kayneth's fiancée.
The wedding of the two famous families, the Archibalds and the Sophia-Ris—the combination of a peerless genius and the daughter of a prestigious department head—is a well-known story in the Clock Tower.
Although Sola-Ui's family heirloom magic crest was passed on to her eldest brother, who inherited the family business, Sola did not have a high status as a magus.
But she also possessed the bloodline of magic passed down through generations in the Sophia-Ri family.
The combination of Sola-Ui, who has a Magic Circuit surpassing ordinary people, and Kayneth, who is known as a genius, would definitely bring a more excellent next generation to the Archibald family.
But no matter how brilliant it may seem to others, or how natural it seems to the public.
This is not the case for the individuals involved.
Sola-Ui, who looked at Kayneth with an unhappy gaze, and Kayneth, who tried his best to hold back his temper, made it difficult for their future relationship to feel emotionally harmonious.
"I am just curious why I heard your noisy voice while I was asleep. What made you so angry?"
"Of course." Kayneth nodded earnestly.
"All the prerequisites were prepared so perfectly, but I was preempted at the most crucial step!"
Sola-Ui raised an eyebrow and said in a very provocative voice.
"Why don't you just go and participate anyway? I think those magi will be happy to talk to you, don't you think?"
"This..." Kayneth fell into a long contemplation that night.
...
Unbeknownst to Kayneth, the initiator at this moment, Fujimaru Shirou, was chatting with the Servant he had just summoned.
"Are you that surprised?"
Shirou asked Lancer, who was a little stunned when he saw him.
Realizing that he was being a little rude, Diarmuid hurriedly performed a knightly salute and replied in a respectful tone.
"I am sorry, Master, but I was just surprised by your appearance."
"It's okay, I know I look like a kid." Shirou spread his hands.
"However, I want you to treat me as your Master regardless."
Shirou said to Lancer, who maintained the etiquette of a knight in front of him.
"I see, Master." Lancer nodded.
Then, standing up, Lancer looked at Shirou and said with a smile.
"Let me, then, introduce myself to you."
"No need. In Celtic mythology, the chief warrior of the Knights of the Fianna, known as 'The Peerless,' Diarmuid Ua Duibhne of the Radiant Face."
He is the foster son of the Celtic god of love and youth, Aengus Og, and the chief warrior of the Knights of the Fianna in Ireland.
A great hero with many honors such as "The Radiant Face" and "The Peerless," his sad elopement with Fionn's fiancée, Princess Gráinne, is still sung around the world.
Some scholars even believe that his story is the prototype for Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, and Queen Guinevere.
But based on the original story, this spearman with such a grand background can be considered a tragedy within a tragedy.
First of all, his two magic swords, Moralltach and Beagalltach, are not available to him due to his current Class rank.
As a result, he had to rely on two permanent spears, Gae Dearg and Gae Buidhe, which reduced his true combat power by at least half—not to mention that his original master, Kayneth Archibald, was unable to reach a consensus with him due to jealousy and pride, finally causing a tragedy of total destruction.