Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald is the Master of Lancer in the Fourth Holy Grail War. He is also known as Lord El-Melloi, as he is one of the Lords in the Clock Tower.
The Lords (Monarchs) are people with a lot of reputation and respect that work as the Department Heads of the twelve faculties. Kayneth is the Lord of the Department of Mineralogy.
This Department is quite interesting in the Nasuverse, as is the class were some of the important characters of this world attend to, such as Rin Tohsaka, Luviagelita Edelfelt, and Yvette L. Lehrman (Lord El-Melloi II).
Kayneth is a very wealthy and successful nobleman, a renowned magus from the Mage's Association, and a Euryphis (Anyone who knows what Euryphis is can tell me in the comments?) lecturer in the department of Spiritual Evocation. Kayneth demonstrated genius level talent during his time as a student. He was the youngest lecturer to grace the podium of the Department of Evocation in its history. He has an ancient magical lineage that goes back for over nine generations. He was born with immense talent and rarely, if ever, encountered any hurdles in life. Due to his great lineage, he had extensive connections. He was expected to form the greatest faction in the Clock Tower. Waver Velvet is one of his students, but Kayneth cares little for him, especially after reading Waver's radical thesis concerning increasing magical potential. Kayneth decided to tear up his student's manuscript after publicly humiliating him during a lecture. Waver, in retaliation, stole Kayneth's artifact and entered the Fourth Holy Grail War. Kayneth originally intended to summon Iskandar, but with his artifact, a piece of the torn mantle of Alexander, stolen by Waver, he instead summoned the Lancer-class Servant, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne.
(Nice copy-paste from the wiki, author. You rock!) (Ignore this lame author comments, exams are killing my self-esteem)
He is engaged to Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri, the daughter of the head of the spiritual evocation division, through an arranged marriage. They apparently do not get along and Sola-Ui considers Kayneth a coward for not going and attacking the opposing Masters face to face. While he loves her, she does not appear to share the same sentiments.
Both of these characters, Sola-Ui and Kayneth, are important characters through the start and past half events of the Holy Grail War. They died after Diarmuid by Kiritsugu's companion hands.
The only reason he participates in the war was merely to increase his own prominence within the Mage's Association. Similar to Diarmuid, he has no specific wish if he win the Holy Grail War, so they technically fit very well together.
In the end, Kayneth was afraid of Diarmuid stealing his fiancé, so he didn't trust him as much. In Diarmuid's final battle, Kiritsugu force him to use a command spell to make Diarmuid kill himself.
With Drako's battle against Diarmuid, he had changed a lot of events mentioned above and much others which aren't mentioned. And the result of that was…
[You have successfully changed a person's fate!]
[1 Fate Point obtained]
[You have successfully changed a person's fate!]
[1 Fate Point obtained]
[You have successfully changed a person's fate!]
[1 Fate Point obtained]
3 Fate Points, one for each of these characters that was no longer going to participate in this Holy Grail War.
Regardless of whether Kayneth and Sola-Ui died after this, it didn't matter. Their deaths were no longer related to the Holy Grail War, at least not the way they originally should have been.
Therefore, Drako no longer cared about what they were going to do from now on. Although Kayneth's Hydrargyrum Volume was an interesting thing, it could do nothing against Drako.
While Drako was thinking about all this, he heard a thunder-like noise.
"So here you are. However, you're a little late," Drako muttered as he looked up to the sky.
A flying object made a straight line through the sky and headed straight for its location, scattering purple sparks of thunder in its path. The sound was undoubtedly created by that.
Irisviel was mute with astonishment as she said in shock.
"...A carriage...?"
From its appearance, it was an ancient carriage with two bows. It was not driven by war horses, but by handsome bulls with muscles waving like waves. Its hoofs plied the space, pushing the luxurious and splendid chariot.
No, the chariot was not merely floating in the air. Its wheels thundered noisily; it was not solid ground, but thunder in which the bulls stood.
Every time the bulls' hooves and the chariot 'stepped' on the empty sky, violet rays spread like nets, raising the air with deafening roars. The prana sprouting from the rays was probably what Diarmuid could release if he used every ounce of his strength.
The difference in level between one Servant and another was quite great.
Drako already knew that the stats of each Servant would not be so different. What really made the difference between one Servant and another was his Noble Phantasm.
The Noble Phantasms of Diarmuid were interesting, but they were far inferior to the Servant that was coming.
Rider.
The person who had arrived was none other than the King of the Conquerors, Iskandar or Alexander the Great, with his "weaker" Noble Phantasm, Gordius Wheel. Although he had nothing of weak, being a Noble Phantasm of Rank A+.
No Noble Phantasm Drako had surpassed Rank A, except Laevatein's sealed attack, Rank EX. That said, a lot about the power of this Noble Phantasm by Rider, not to mention that he had an even more powerful one.
Normally, when enveloped by such a huge aura of lightning and thunder, the Heroic Spirit is most likely some kind of god of thunder. And if he was a thunder god with a connection to the bulls, the first one that came to mind would be the greatest of the gods of Mount Olympus. Although this chariot itself cannot be called a Heroic Spirit, even attached to a Heroic Spirit, it was quite threatening.
This was because, in his life, Iskandar had proclaimed himself a son of Zeus. He even had a Divinity of Rank C because of this.
The chariot went around the skies a couple of times before stopping and settling on the earth. It was placed exactly between Drako and the girls, who were still processing everything that had happened in the previous battle (not even five minutes had passed since Diarmuid's death). The dazzling light ceased as the carriage landed, revealing the figure of a muscular man, standing dominantly in command of the carriage.
"A king has arrived!"
This casual roar was almost as powerful as the thunder in the air. His fierce gaze almost had the power to drive Drako back.
Drako was a King in his own right, a Great Dragon King to be more correct. His aura was not inferior to that of Iskandar, so he would not be intimidated by it.
"It seems that I am late... I did not want Lancer to die so soon," murmured the King of Conquistadors.
He turned his gaze to Drako, and then to Mordred and Artoria, and then continued to speak in a stern tone.
"My name is Iskandar, King of the Conquerors. I am a participant in this Holy Grail War and received the class of Rider."
"My name is Iskandar, King of the Conquerors. I am a participant in this Holy Grail War and received the class of Rider."
Drako was already expecting this, but the rest were truly amazed. This was normal, as, in the Holy Grail War, no Servant would have declared his identity as it could be a key component in his battle plans. Meanwhile, the most agitated person was Waver, who was sitting next to Rider.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you stupid idiot?"
With his fear of Rider's enormous body forgotten in the confusion, Waver shouted at Rider as he held on to the mantle of the King of Conquerors.
Rider struck a finger on Waver's forehead, which made his protests disappear.
"Master!"
Mordred left Artoria and Irisviel to return to Drako's side. She completely ignored Rider, though he didn't care much for her, as he was more concerned about the implication of the way Mordred had used to call Drako.
This boy who had killed Lancer was not a Servant, but a Master?
Besides, who was the real Saber then, the person in heavy armor or the girl in light armor?
Well, that was something to think about later.
"You fight each other to get the Holy Grail... Before you cross your weapons, I want to ask you something. I don't know what expectations you have of the Holy Grail. But now, consider for a moment whether your desires are even greater than the desire to possess all the earth and the heavens."
Although Artoria did not yet understand what he was saying, her instincts told her that those words were full of danger. Her pupils widened involuntarily.
"You... What do you mean?"
"Hum? I was quite clear."
Rider had retained his dignity by this time, but his voice was much more gentle and friendly.
"I have descended upon the battlefield, so do you not intend to obtain the Holy Grail for me? If you did, I would consider you my friends, and share in the joy of conquering the world."
"…"
It was such an astonishing suggestion. Artoria was stunned before she even had a chance to feel anger. On the other hand, Mordred was also stunned and speechless.
Alexander, King of the Conquerors. He is certainly an extraordinary Heroic Spirit. There is nobody else like him in the history of mankind, so full of eagerness to manifest his ambition to conquer the world.
But, even so, what about Rider's suggestion? Coming suddenly, proudly declaring his true name and demanding from others' respects before showing his courage in battle: all those actions made it seem that he did not intend to join the war for the Holy Grail.
This attitude did not surprise Drako. This was the extraordinary outgoing personality of Iskandar, always direct and sincere about his goals. A man who deserved the respect of everyone who knew him.
"Conquer the world? I'm sorry, that's a very complicated task for me. I prefer to spend my days in peace with my family. I admire your audacity in declaring your identity right now, however... I will not consent to your proposals."
Iskandar turned to look at Drako, who was smiling as he looked at him.
"I will destroy the Holy Grail; that is my reason for intervening in this war. And none of the Servants will be able to stop me. Whoever attempts to do so will suffer the same fate as Lancer."
Drako raised his voice, ensuring that all present heard his words. Except for Caster and his Master, all the other Masters and Servants were here listening. Raising his aura to its highest level, which had increased since he had killed Lancer, his presence alone seemed to be able to crush the air. All the people who were not Servants found it difficult to breathe for the seconds that this statement lasted.
Was this the aura that a Master should have, and how could a human intimidate Servants of the rank of Iskandar or Artoria in this way?
This was Drako's official declaration, his declaration of war to all Servants and Masters of this Holy Grail War.
"Does that mean you are rejecting me?"
Rider's smile did not fade as he asked Drako. The words Drako had spoken did not seem to have diminished Rider's ambitions. After all, he didn't care much about the Holy Grail, as this was only the first step in his conquest of the entire world.
"Enough!"
The one who interrupted was Artoria, who was outraged by Iskandar's proposal.
"I am that lord who rules over Britain. No matter what kind of king one is, one could never bow to another lord."
"Saber?!"
Irisviel exclaimed with concern and disbelief. Basically, Artoria had left her identity uncovered.
"It doesn't matter; that boy already knows my identity. From the moment that person appeared, it was impossible to hide my identity. Moreover, it is counterproductive to do so, as he may tell the other Masters my identity, and then I will have to fight them while I think my identity is still unknown. Besides, I am confident in my abilities to win any battle, even if my identity is discovered."
Irisviel sighed. Listening to Artoria's words, she seemed to be right. However, at least she could have hidden her name a little longer. Now the Holy Grail War was getting a little out of control.
But Artoria wasn't the only one who was willing to show her identity.
"Since father has no problem showing himself, how can her heir be less than she is?"
Mordred's helmet recoiled as she said those words, showing a face identical to Artoria's.
"I am Mordred Pendragon, the only legitimate son of Arthur Pendragon."
She presented herself proudly, even sticking out her chest (though it couldn't be seen because of the heavy armor).
"Oh? The King of Britain? And also The Knight of Treachery?"
Rider showed interest in Artoria's statements and raised his eyebrows.
"What a fantastic combination. The renowned King of Knights and The Knight of Treachery are actually two young girls."
Mordred no longer cared so much about that comment, even though her reaction would have been very different four years ago. At the time, she was even willing to attack her Master when Tiamat made a similar comment.
"And would you like to try the blade of that young girl, King of Conquerors?"
Artoria raised her sword as she lowered her voice. The fighting spirit that came vibrating from the edge was more solemn and majestic than when she fought Mordred.
Rider raised his eyebrows and let out a long sigh.
"Wow, so this is the break in the negotiations. What a waste, that's so wrong."
When Iskandar looked down and mumbled to himself, he found the hateful look that watched him from beneath his feet.
"Ri, de, eeeer.... "
He still had the pain of his swollen forehead, but his mortification was more tragic than his pain. Waver's voice passed roughly through the air.
"Now what? Talking over and over about conquest, and people still dislike you... Do you really think you can beat those three?"
The burly Servant faced his Master's question with no sign of remorse, and he began to laugh vigorously.
"Er, well, wasn't there a saying that actions speak louder than words?"
"And your action is just shouting your real name like that!"
Drako took advantage of this moment of confusion to observe Rider's stats.
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[Iskandar]
Race: Human/Servant
Status: Normal
Lv: 50/100
Strength: 6731
Defense: 8413
Magic: 5048
Agility: 3365
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Waver was so upset that his head was spinning. Using his two weak fists, he began to hammer on Rider's dungarees, who was standing there, and began to shed tears. Looking at this sad situation, Irisviel felt neither contempt nor sympathy. She just felt that she couldn't take it anymore.
The atmosphere had relaxed slightly...
"Oh? It's you of all people."
...and suddenly became tense again with the low, resentful voice that crackled on the ground.
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