Day and night alternated.
The ancient city gradually opened its lazy eyes to the faint morning light, emerging from deep slumber.
As dusk turned to dawn, sunlight streamed in through the glass dome overhead.
In the early morning of London, as always, a thin mist pervaded the air, even seeping into this rarely visited abandoned station, lending an air of chilly emptiness.
Waiting for the train to arrive at the platform.
A black-haired man in formal attire leisurely fiddled with the exquisitely sealed invitation in his hand, his face showing a rather complex smile.
"Unexpectedly, you spent a lot of money to buy a dozen invitations to the Mystic Eyes Collection Train. I must admit, that's truly you, Rein..."
Waver sighed with emotion.
He specially put on the Mystic Eyes Killer glasses for this journey, glanced sideways at the figure standing beside him.
"...Must have cost quite a bit, huh?"
The Mystic Eyes Collection Train.
As the most famous trading auction venue for mystic eyes, it only runs once a year.
Its invitations are extremely rare and not open to the public, operating instead on a membership invitation basis.
And Reinhard...
He directly purchased a full dozen tickets, leaving a few leftovers for everyone else on this trip.
"No problem, Professor. After all, you don't have to pay for it anyway."
Reinhard smiled softly.
"If solving problems with money is easy, then it's not really a problem."
"Tsk~ You, my adorable disciple, when will I get to enjoy the freedom of being rich like you?"
"Freedom... huh?
"In fact..."
The black-haired youth spoke softly,
"... It's you who doesn't want to experience it yourself."
Reinhard averted his gaze and looked at his mentor.
As the current Lord of the Department of Modern Magecraft Theory.
If Waver wanted to accumulate wealth, he could have easily become a wealthy tycoon.
Those magus who came to him for commissions weren't people who couldn't afford it.
"By stealing Kayneth's relick, you were indeed at fault first."
"But actually, you didn't have to take on such a huge debt burden. It's more like you couldn't let go."
"Sigh..."
Waver let go of the snow-white cigar held between his fingertips, taking only one puff.
He sighed deeply, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"My not-so-adorable disciple..."
You, my not-so-adorable disciple, why are you like me, always liking to see through everything.
Life is already so difficult, why ruin some things... Can't we just let sleeping dogs lie?
As your mentor, I've always taken care of your little thoughts, nurturing your self-esteem without saying anything.
Waver smiled bitterly.
Indeed... what Reinhard said was not wrong.
Waver Velvet, he couldn't let go.
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Fate/Ultimate Antagonist
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