I, Kenneth, am going to get to the root of the problem today.

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Following the newly opened staircase down to the underground workshop, as is customary, the witch's base was always dark, and Morgan was no exception. Eerie flames flickered on the walls, and Morgan was constantly drawing magic from her jeweled sword in the shadows.

"Finished with work? Did you have fun with that fake witch today?"

"Well, her lame excuses are actually quite amusing, like teasing a cat. How's your progress?"

Sitting in his chair, Kenneth gazed thoughtfully at the jeweled sword, which was becoming increasingly dazzling under Morgan's manipulation, and looked out over the empty workshop.

"No need to look anymore, I've locked that woman up. How can you bring an untrained pet out to meet people?"

"kindness?"

Kenneth realized something, but a moment later he forgot all about Sora. She was just a moron, Morgan could do whatever he wanted with her. Even if she vanished into thin air, Kenneth wouldn't even blink.

"I've already compiled the basic framework, which includes annotations. You can take it. I've also figured out why the channel is unstable. Give me a few more days, and it should be resolved."

"That's good. I'll be going now. It seems my first masterpiece can be unveiled today."

As Kenneth left, Morgan stopped what he was doing. The illusion he had stolen from Merlin was dispelled, and the chair where Kenneth had been sitting twisted and changed shape. With the dragging sound of chains, Morgan looked down at Sora, whose eyes were still filled with anger, and with a slight lift of his fingertips, he poured a bottle of potion into Sora's mouth.

"What a stubborn pet you are! Is your anger going to help? I'm quite satisfied with your behavior, so I'll reward you a little!"

Anger turned to terror. The potion entered Sora's mouth, and her body temperature soared. With a rattling sound of chains, Sora, who was lying on the ground, was firmly secured by chains extending from the wall. With Morgan taking away her voice, Sora couldn't even utter a whimper before her consciousness was overwhelmed by the abnormal surge within her. Satisfied, Morgan withdrew his gaze and continued to analyze the gem sword in front of him.

The blueprints were spread out in the workshop, and the annotations on them seemed to provide Kenneth with divine assistance, condensing into translucent white crystals. According to the Gemstone's design, long-lost characters appeared under Kenneth's outline: base, completion, circuit, filling... As Kenneth infused the rules of the Third Law, the furnace core where gold and white met emitted a blue light far exceeding that of the past.

"This is the attire worthy of the Third Law."

With a wave of his hand, a special creation, based on Einzbern and optimized using the Third Law, came before Kenneth. As Kenneth poured the core containing endless magic into it, the materialized magic transformed into blood and surged into every corner of the body, and the aura of the Third Law completely filled the hollow doll.

"It's time to wake up, original work."

White particles of light drifted away, and the aura of the Third Law bestowed upon the doll's naive soul. The calculator buried within its body activated, and modern knowledge and insights continuously nourished this newborn soul. Empty red eyes regained their luster, and long, flowing hair fluttered in the misty magic. Sensing the gradually awakening consciousness, Kenneth couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about creating a human for the first time.

As the vortex of magic dissipated, the doll standing before Kenneth's eyes regained focus and she knelt on one knee. Her long hair, grayish-white at the top and gradually turning deep purple at the bottom, cascaded to the ground, and her side-slit dress perfectly showcased her slender legs.

"From today onwards, you are Chris. Get up."

"Yes, Master."

Satisfied with his own XP, Kenneth waved and handed a naginata-shaped weapon to the other party. This naginata was made by Kenneth using the relic that summoned Karna earlier. It was a Mystic Code that, apart from not being able to release its true name, was comparable to an A-rank Noble Phantasm in terms of mystery. Suppressing the fun of creating a character, Kenneth gave the newly born Chris his first command.

"Let's go. Some people are already getting impatient. Let those rotten old things give everything for your birth."

In just over two weeks, the three democratic factions and Meastia have been jeopardized by Kenneth's suppression. More than half of the departments under the discipline have changed hands, and the pawns they planted have also started a rebellion within their own ranks. Beset by internal and external troubles, these desperate old foxes have chosen the riskiest plan: to use their family's resources to assassinate Kenneth.

To give the other side hope, Kenneth did not spread the news of the Third Law. Now, it was time to instill despair in them. With Chris by his side, Kenneth slowly made his way to the hiding place of those old foxes.

Tonight is an important day. In order to deal with the unknown situation and to protect themselves in front of Kenneth, whose strength is unknown, they, who are always very proud, have gathered together and are waiting for the magicians who went to El-Melloi to send back information.

"Are you sure? That guy is like a different person since he came back. My curse had no effect on him at all."

As two prominent families that have existed since the founding of the Clock Tower, Balyereta and Transberio remained unmoved by the concerns of the other two. A thousand years of accumulation had bestowed upon them not only noble titles, but also the mystique accumulated over generations—the very foundation of their existence. Tamed fantasy creatures, assassins with special bloodlines and talents, and, of course, the magicians who had perished in history…

"Mystery loses its power in the face of even more ancient mystery; even Bartheson couldn't deal with those remnants of mystery."

“Bartholomew Loreleia, is she the standard for dispatch?”

"No, it far exceeds her standards."

Looking at the composed Tramberlio, Euryphus and Meastia, having witnessed the profound influence of the three noble families, suppressed their unease.

"In this case..."

"You guys are really having a great time, is this a real gathering? How about I join you?"

A strange sound arose, and the workshop, reinforced by four monarchs, instantly activated. A storm of mental images eroded the world, and Kenneth and Chris behind him were dragged into an extremely monotonous world in a blinding white light.

"A Reality Marble? As expected, you guys always manage to come up with something new. The structure... it's a mental image formed by multiple people. Is it a product of my traitor's theory? Although there are still some fragments, I'd give it a 60 out of 100 for completeness. Not bad..."

Ignoring the pressure on him, Kenneth casually reached into the unstable crack at the connection of the Reality Marble. In less than a second, Kenneth deconstructed the cause of the mental image before him. Clearly, it was a Reality Marble constructed based on Weber's theory.

"Such keen eyesight truly befits a recognized prodigy, but that's about it; before the Reality Boundary..."

click-

"Hmm? What are you trying to say?"

Without any warning, accompanied by the death of the artificial human specially trained by Balyeleta, the grand magic known as the closest thing to magic shattered with a single finger from Kenneth.

The old man, who had instilled fear in Aozaki Touko, paused in his act of taking out the sandbag. He looked incredulously at Kenneth, who had turned his head back to look at him.

"Chris, I'm leaving it to you. Is that alright?"

With a single action, Meastia answered Kenneth's question. In an instant, her body was split in two, and blood, now freed from its physical constraints, gushed out like raindrops.

With the ability to control time, Kenneth completely transplanted the Emiya family's magical crest into Chris. Her body, shaped based on the Third Law, fully utilized the concept of time. With a casual gesture, Kenneth seized the soul that Mayastia was trying to transfer.

Everything happened so suddenly that the other three didn't have time to react at all. For the magician, Chris's close-range slashing style was practically unbeatable.

"Kenneth, do you know what you've done?! You've openly murdered the Clock Tower's monarch! Do you want to make an enemy of the entire Clock Tower?!"

Despite her verbal threats, Balyereta, having already accepted reality, calmly activated the workshop's teleportation spell. She knew she was no match for Kenneth, but as long as she could leave this place and deliver the news of Kenneth killing Meastia to the Dean, there was still hope.

"You dare to oppose the Clock Tower at the same time? Do you even deserve to?"

With a light step, without any further analysis, Kenneth completely destroyed the activated spell with his massive magical power. The complex incantation ended, and behind the flying sand, the entire mansion transformed into a flowing sea of ​​sand that began to writhe.

puff!

With a sharp sound as a weapon sliced ​​through flesh, Trumberio's head flew off, and like a fleeting bubble, Chris's body vanished once more into the swirling sand. Kenneth, buried in the sand, calmly pocketed Trumberio's soul. Then, the sand froze, and with the simplest and most brutal method, Kenneth used his boundless magic to lock all the sand in mid-air.

"Kenneth, you can't kill me, I am..."

Under the sky covered by quicksand, Euryphus was not given a chance to finish speaking before his body collapsed and his illusory soul was completely stripped away by Kenneth.

"How could I kill you? You haven't seen despair yet."

"Are you really a magician?"

At this moment, faced with Kenneth's overwhelming power, the last survivor gave up resisting and looked at the approaching man. Balyeleta asked his last question.

"Magician? Of course I'm a magician. Have I ever denied being a magician?"

"I see! The Holy Grail, the Root, the Mage, you're quite the odd one out..."

As the naginata fell, Kenneth held another soul in his hand. The old-fashioned magicians who had ruled the clock tower for decades had become history tonight. After finishing his entertainment, Kenneth walked towards El-Melloi under the cover of darkness, watching the soul still struggling in his hand.

Chapter 128 The Wandering Mansion

The turmoil tonight was not limited to these. Before he even returned to El-Melloi, the eyes in the darkness had already fallen on Kenneth. Facing these opportunists who smelled the profit, Kenneth did not care. The knife that had not yet fallen was more intimidating than the blood that had splattered.

Kenneth needs these people to spread the word tonight. After tonight, the Clock Tower will be reshuffled, and Kenneth won't care about the scraps left behind. In this feast, smart guys will see the situation clearly. You can't kill all the rats, and all Kenneth has to do is raise his knife and show these people his overwhelming strength.

As they drew closer to El-Melloi, the stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and the cawing of crows became increasingly mournful and shrill. Stimulated by the bloody atmosphere, Chris, who was following behind Kenneth, began to tremble—not from fear, but from excitement. Noticing Chris's change in emotion, Kenneth was puzzled. He hadn't set this up, so why was Chris behaving so strangely?

The lawn beneath his feet was covered in bloodstains. In Kenneth's view, the mansion, with its dim lights and surrounded by crows, looked as bizarre as a haunted house in a horror movie. Stepping through the gates of El-Melloi, the feeling of being watched from behind completely disappeared. Before Kenneth, blood flowed like a stream, and behind a mountain of corpses, Morgan sat elegantly on the cold throne.

"How's it going? Did you have fun?"

"Very good. It's rare to find some decent guys. Indeed, even modern magicians shouldn't be underestimated. A hybrid of fantasy species, dead apostles, and fairies. It seems my material library can be enriched."

The throne dissipated, and Morgan, who had been waiting for Kenneth to return and pose for a photo, finally descended from mid-air. Looking at Chris, who was following closely behind Kenneth, Morgan's eyes sparkled with interest. He gestured for Chris to go and deal with the courtyard first. Kenneth gave Morgan a look and then returned to the hall.

"Are you interested in that body? It was created by me using Einzbern technology, and in terms of physical attributes, it has already reached the level of a fantasy species."

"Is this all the incomplete law can do? It seems we can add another clause to our cooperation."

Looking at the ahoge peeking out from the second floor, the next second, Kenneth and Morgan appeared in the dark underground workshop. In the darkness, beams of light, shimmering with seven colors, shot out from the tip of the gem sword, and at the end of the light, a fist-sized hole flickered in the void.

"Based on the information you provided, I adjusted the startup order, and that's the result. I can't analyze the rest of the legal parts."

Standing on the experimental platform, the aura of law spread out, and magic surged into the gem sword in front of him. The fist-sized hole then expanded a few more times, and the space behind the hole changed rapidly. In the vast sea of ​​parallel worlds, Kenneth found the world he had recorded.

"Parallel world, the second law, indeed, we are all pawns kept on a chessboard. I wonder what I would be like in that other world."

"Who knows? You're an unfathomable witch. I can't even figure out what you're thinking now, let alone someone I've never met."

In response to Kenneth's answer, Morgan's light laughter echoed in the empty workshop. The next second, the lights came on, and Morgan, sitting in a chair that appeared out of thin air, waved to Kenneth.

"Since you don't understand, let's sit down and have a good talk. We are all pawns trying to rebel and overturn the chessboard. We need to communicate more. I have some plans. Would you like to hear them?"

"Then I'm all ears."

As Kenneth moved forward, a tea table and chairs appeared opposite Morgan. While Kenneth and Morgan were planning how to sabotage the Counterforce, in the neon-lit city of Misaki, at dusk, the fairytale witch sat somewhat absentmindedly under the sunlit French windows. The empty teacup was cold, and the fairytale book, which had not been turned for a long time, indicated that the witch's thoughts had wandered far away.

Not only Kuonji Aratsumi, but even the fairytale creatures born from Kenneth seemed listless due to the departure of their creator. The clock chimed symbolically twice on the hour and then stopped. Kuonji Aratsumi, who was in a daze, regained her lost consciousness under the sound of the clock. The sun had already set, and the fairytale book in her hand was barely visible in the dim light. She subconsciously looked to her side, but there was no one in the empty seat.

She got up, turned on the lamp on the other side, and her gaze fell on the fairy tale in her hands again. An inexplicable sense of irritation arose in her heart. With a snap, even though it was not yet time to finish, the witch, who had no intention of sitting down, decided to go back to the bedroom and give up early.

As night fell, the mansion returned to silence. A rustling sound came from the dark hall. Creatures born from fairy tales gathered together at the call of the winged elf with its back turned. Like a speech, the meaningless tone grew louder and louder. With a shout from the elf above, the tables and chairs below scattered to search for magic materials.

With the help of the mansion, the magical materials left behind by Kuonji Yuzu and Kenneth, arranged by these fairytale creatures, formed a circuit that would astound modern magicians. Relying on their connection with the Creator, several magical cores were activated at full capacity, and the long-accumulated magical power spread and distorted the space around the mansion. Amidst the hysterical screams of a passing drunkard, the enormous mansion instantly disappeared into the White Dog Mound.

Inside the mansion, Kuonji Yuzu, huddled up in a ball, was completely unaware of the mansion's desire to wander. Outside the mansion, Aozaki Aoko, who had learned of Kenneth's experience and was planning to return to her hometown to visit relatives, stared incredulously at the empty mountaintop. She rubbed her eyes, then slapped herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The conveyor belt sushi she had packed fell to the ground with a clatter.

Aozaki Aoko: Where's the mansion?! The mansion where I lived for years has just disappeared?!

In London, at the El-Melloi family's residence, a mansion crashed down with a loud thud. Teacups on the small table jumped up, and Aozaki Touko, who was still slacking off, jumped up from her rocking chair and rushed to the backyard where the commotion came from. The somewhat familiar mansion came into view. Just as Aozaki Touko was searching her memory, the mansion's door opened, and Kuonji Yuzu, who was also looking bewildered, met Aozaki Touko's gaze.

The Clock Tower, after three weeks of turmoil, saw its centuries-old power structure reshuffled. The meeting room was still the same, but the people sitting there had changed. The system of the three noble families had become a mere shell of its former self, and the newly born El-Melloi had stepped over the corpses of the old nobles to ascend his throne.

With unprecedented efficiency, the transfer of power proceeded at an extremely rapid pace under Kenneth's supervision. A puppet took over, the newly established Department of Modern Magic welcomed its second monarch, and the Tomb of Albion returned to El-Melloi's control. It can be said that in this power struggle, Kenneth firmly established El-Melloi's transcendent position in the Clock Tower.

Chapter 129 The Witch

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As soon as Kenneth stepped into the courtyard, he was startled by the tables, chairs, and benches scattered all over the place. With a somewhat bewildered look in his eyes, Kenneth found the rather out-of-place Western-style mansion.

The main door opened automatically, and as we entered the familiar mansion, a cacophony of noise immediately filled the air. Beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows, the expressionless Kuonji Yuju, the blushing Lydel, and the mischievous Aozaki Touko formed a three-way standoff.

"Hey, big boss, you're back. Look what I've found: a wild witch."

"Huh? That bastard's back?"

Following Aozaki Touko's gaze, Lydel, whose twin ponytails were practically standing on end, immediately turned her attention to Kenneth. Before the Coal Witch could rush over, the activated mansion automatically deflected her. Kenneth glanced at the circuit on the ground and then at the little thing basking in his praise. He roughly understood the cause of the matter.

"Miss Kuonji, although it's a bit late to say this now, I still want to thank you for your help before."

Sitting in the empty chair, Kenneth skillfully poured himself a cup of tea. He looked seriously at Kuonji Yuzu sitting opposite him. Her dark eyes were also fixed on Kenneth, familiar yet strange. After several seconds, Kuonji Yuzu said calmly, "It's okay."

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the two. Aozaki Touko couldn't quite understand their way of interacting. They didn't talk, they just kept drinking tea. Aozaki Touko didn't understand, but she was greatly shocked.

"This whole thing started because of me. These little guys used the teleportation spell I left in the mansion. Should I send this place back?"

With the teapot empty, Kenneth put down his teacup and looked at Kuonji Yuju, who was also tactically drinking tea.

"That's enough for now. I haven't been back for a long time. I'll let you know if I need anything."

Looking out the window at the sky, then at the little creatures that had become noticeably more active, Kuonji Yuzu finally fixed her gaze on Kenneth.

"Is that so? You can contact me if you need anything."

He got up and, without lingering, walked toward the closed door. As the door opened, Lydia burst in, collapsing to the ground from the force of the impact.

"Miss Witch, please be careful."

Kenneth glanced pityingly at Lydia, who was nearly brought to a standstill due to excessive friction, and strode out of the mansion. The mansion incident was merely an interlude, and the turmoil at the clock tower had come to an end. Kenneth's task now was to continue analyzing the jeweled sword in his hand.

"Chris, record the results of this experiment. Reduce the magic power increment by half. The next experiment will begin in ten minutes."

The fist-sized hole expanded before disappearing in a distorted manner. The jeweled sword's light dimmed. Kenneth removed his goggles, rubbing his slightly sore eyes, and moved away from the jeweled sword, which was practically a light pollution effect. Ten minutes later, the blinding light pollution covered the workshop's lights, the illusory hole eroded the world, the magic power continued to decrease, and the hole flickered a few times before vanishing into thin air.

"Chris, have you found a stable point?"

"Five suspected points have been recorded, Master. Calculations are underway."

Rubbing his throbbing head, Kenneth took a step back and slumped back in his chair. As the second magic-related ceremonial attire, the magic contained within the jeweled sword was giving Kenneth, who also possessed magic, a headache.

"Master, the calculation is complete. All five points are possible."

"Are all five present? Let's go one by one, adjust the parameters, and continue in five minutes..."

With Chris's help, Kenneth's analysis of the gem sword proceeded at an unprecedented speed. Looking at the hole that was now wide enough for one person to pass through, Kenneth finally saw hope.

"That's all for today. We'll start the next phase of verification tomorrow."

Watching the passage disappear, Kenneth had no intention of rushing in. The safety and limits of the passage were still unknown, and Kenneth didn't want to be inexplicably swept into the cracks of the world without being absolutely certain.

Thinking about the next experimental method, Kenneth pushed open the study door. Facing the attacking golden retriever, without Kenneth giving any instructions, Chris, who was standing behind Kenneth, captured Lydell with a swift move.

"Miss Witch, may I ask what brings you here today?"

After sitting down at the desk, he gestured for Chris to release Lydel, who then returned behind Kenneth. Lydel rubbed her aching wrist and glared fiercely at the indifferent Chris. When her gaze landed on Chris's heart, Lydel's expression immediately turned sour.