I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

British design, British brand, British manufacturing, don't think that only Burberry's luxury accessories can show off like this, a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth millions of pounds can also do the same.

The mysterious and noble black color, retro and elegant body, vividly interpret the British aristocratic style. Now such a luxury car that is considered top in the world is running on the road outside London.

The man sitting in the main seat is about thirty years old. His lemon yellow hair is combed into a back style that is favored by British gentlemen. His slightly sharp face is perfectly balanced by the man's calm posture. He is wearing a soft robe that combines classic and modern styles. It adds a bit of aristocratic atmosphere.

This is a vehicle, a man perfectly suited to this country, where he was born to belong.

Three years have passed. It turns out that time can fly by so quickly. Three years can change a lot of things, just like myself.

So, what about those people you care about?

A sneer appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. Some things can be changed by time, but some things cannot. For these things, time is only a witness, not a creator.

Time itself can't change anything. The lords in high positions in this ancient city are probably still the same as they were three years ago. Even without entering the city of London, the man felt it clearly.

"You have stayed here for too long, and you have ignored the changes in the world for so long. Those who cannot recognize this will eventually be eliminated by the times."

The man said to himself, his tone full of sarcasm.

"The same goes for my father and Sophia's family?" the woman next to the man asked.

The woman is a few years younger than the man. Her flaming red hair is tied behind her head in an orthodox lady's bun. Different from the hair color, the woman's expression and temperament are very gentle, giving people a light and watery feeling. The same goes for her outfit, just the right amount of light makeup, a simple and elegant white dress, and no other makeup except for the ring on the middle finger of her left hand.

"Yes, although this answer will make you unhappy, I don't want to deceive you." The man suppressed the sneer on his lips and said to the woman.

"It doesn't matter, what I want to hear is the truth." The woman shook her head gently, not minding the man's blunt words, "If you and I had not left here and gone to Fuyuki, we would not have changed. You are still the same arrogant person. Lord El-Meloy, I am still the noble lady of the Sophie Nally family."

"Do you regret it?" The man made a strange gesture with his left hand, and the maid made of mercury slowed down the vehicle.

"It is impossible to say that I have no regrets at all. Three years of life are indeed difficult, but -" the woman's lips painted with light pink lipstick slightly opened and she exhaled, "Because of this, I realized It’s worth it to see how naive, ignorant and annoying I used to be.”

"You have really changed." The man held the woman's hand, "You were not as peaceful as you were before."

"Yeah, I used to be two extremes. I was cold towards things I wasn't interested in and passionate about things I was interested in. Now it's probably a combination. I don't know if you like me before or like me now?" In the woman's eyes A little more playful.

"I like them all." The man's soft smile softened the sharp lines, "I liked you before, and I like you now."

"You have changed too." The woman sighed softly, "You would not have said such words before. You were so proud at that time."

"Yes, because I understand a very simple truth. I am not the center of the world, not even the center of the clock tower." The man nodded.

"Do you regret it?" The woman asked the same question.

"No regrets." The man's answer explained the difference between him and the woman. "Although the price is high, everything is worth it. I, the Clock Tower, and the United Kingdom all made a mistake. We were too immersed in the glory of the past. Although it is an island country isolated overseas, it still thinks that it is the center of the world. If we cannot wake up soon, sooner or later we will pay a huge price for this arrogance, just like how I almost became a cripple."

"You want to wake them up?"

"The ones I can't wake up are the same people I used to be. They are arrogant and arrogant. Their knowledge of the center of the world is unbreakable unless someone uses violence to destroy it. However, the vast majority of people who want to destroy do not have the ability, and those who have the ability cannot I won’t destroy it—from this perspective, I want to thank the magician killer.”

"Then you still have that attitude towards him." Recalling the strange atmosphere flowing between the two men on the road, the woman felt a little funny. The man and woman who escorted them back to the country left as soon as they entered London, and they walked the rest of the way on their own.

"My magic circuit aches when I see him. Thinking of the pain I've suffered in the past three years, I really can't talk to him properly." The man smiled bitterly, "Maybe I'm not mature enough."

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"If you can't wake us up, don't scream. Instead, unite and cultivate some people who are awake from the beginning."

"Like the one you call the worst student?"

"Don't be sarcastic. I really didn't expect him to do such a good job." The bitterness on the man's lips became more serious. "Although I still think it's sad that he doesn't have the ability to practice magic, but I have to admit that the Clock Tower needs him. The Magic Association needs people like him, he may really be able to change the entire magic world."

"This is the first time I've heard such high praise for students from you."

"Because like Weber, I have grown up. By the way, don't tell your father these things."

"Don't worry, I'm just your wife now. They haven't looked for me once in three years, and I'm completely disappointed in them." The woman's expression was so cold that it was almost indifferent. Only at this time could the man see some shadows of her past.

The man was about to say something when the Rolls-Royce he was riding in suddenly stopped.

The girl with beautiful blond hair spread out on the side of the road, flaming eyes, fair skin, as delicate as a ceramic doll, raised her skirt and performed a ladylike manner gracefully.

"Welcome to your return, Lord El-Meloy, Lady Sora."

Behind the girl, men in suits bowed at the same time.

"Welcome your Excellency to return, and welcome your Madam to return."

The man took the woman's arm and walked out of the car together, looking at the unfamiliar city in the distance, his eyes blurred and vicissitudes of life, revealing nameless nostalgia and sadness. But soon, this complicated emotion was replaced by a gloomy and vigorous spirit.

"Kenneth El-Meloy Archibalud is back."

PS: Kenneth loves Sora, hopelessly. In the activities linked to "Fate Zero" in "Fate Grand Order", it was revealed that Kenneth still has a draft of a love letter to Sora hidden in his study, and that ordering Lancer to commit suicide was also because Emiya Kiritsugu kidnapped Sora.