Fate/Ultimate Antagonist

[73] You Won't Keep Winning Forever

Brushing off the disheveled coat, Reinhard steadied himself against the wall as he staggered out of the compartment's bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Outside the train window, dusk was settling, casting its fading hues upon the landscape. The last remnants of sunlight splashed across the horizon, veiling the distant horizon with a layer of dim yet dazzling light.

But...

...Why is the sun green?

Rubbing his eyes, Reinhard couldn't shake off the greenish hue, almost as if it were tainted with darkness.

"...No, it's just because you need hydration."

A familiar, steady voice chimed in.

"Dehydration can lead to dry eyes, and perhaps even hallucinations, Rein."

As if reading his mind.

Accompanied by the reassuring voice of a man, always composed and reliable, it sounded by his side.

A clear glass of water was handed to Reinhard.

"So... replenish with some water first?"

Gazing at the ripples in the glass, Reinhard's parched lips struggled to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Taking the glass, he glanced sideways, somewhat dazedly, at his mentor.

On Waver's face, there was a subtle yet polite smile.

"Thank you... Professor."

"...No need for thanks. It's only natural for a mentor to care for the well-being of his disciple."

Was this really well-being?

More like just not being dead.

Almost squeezed dry... literally.

Looking at his disciple's rare, weary complexion.

Waver couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Back in the Clock Tower, Reinhard, regardless of the circumstances, always exuded energy, humility, and kindness.

Every moment, one could feel the spring-like temperament he possessed.

Always brimming with ingenious thoughts.

Always seemingly tireless energy.

However... since emerging from that witch's room...

The black-haired youth before him, his complexion gray, his features withered.

Only a semblance of his former self remained.

As if with a gentle push, he could easily topple him like building blocks, crumbling into pieces.

What kind of intense battles had he been through?

Until it dries up to dehydration like this.

Has the bone marrow also been sucked dry?

Such a stark contrast.

It made Waver couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

Women, truly were immensely terrifying creatures.

A woman who had been thirsting for ages was even more terrifying.

Indeed, one must never approach women, lest they become unfortunate.

At this moment, Morgan, in Waver's eyes, had become a hundred times more terrifying and horrifying than King Arthur.

"Gurgle..."