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

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"It's alright, that child won't talk nonsense. If you're still worried, you can take that child as your apprentice. After last night's conversation, I think you should be quite familiar with each other."

"Ah—! You bastard! How could this be! I've completely lost face! Wait! Maybe it's not entirely impossible, I can use this opportunity to alter her memories... Hehe! Hehehe! That way no one will know how embarrassing I am..."

Exuding a dark aura, Lydel, whose thoughts were becoming increasingly distorted, turned around as if to humanely destroy Rin Tohsaka's memories of last night.

"Ms. Tohsaka, what's this on you?"

"Ahaha, it's nothing, it's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night and accidentally fell. I can heal myself. By the way, is Miss Sakura awake yet?"

...

A maid's voice came from outside the door, and Lydel, who had been in a gloomy state, snapped out of it. After pressing her face against the door to make sure that Rin Tohsaka wasn't talking nonsense, Lydel breathed a sigh of relief and silently sentenced Rin Tohsaka to a suspended death sentence.

As her shame and anger subsided, the lingering scent filled her nostrils. The Coal Witch, who had been 'tortured' all night, slumped against the door, biting her lip. Lydel, whose breathing was becoming increasingly obvious, glared fiercely at Kenneth, who was sitting in the distance.

"You...you bastard! What are you looking at! It's all your fault!"

With an uncontrollable tremor, Lydia, who was already broken, no longer wanted to think about anything.

"Are you feeling unwell, Miss Witch? Chris's medical skills are quite good. Would you like me to have her take a look at you?"

A surge of wicked humor welled up within him, and the neon referee, Kenneth, pretended to pick up the phone on the table. At this point, the limp witch could only glare at the feigning blind Kenneth with shame and indignation.

"You bastard! You pervert, don't you understand?!"

"I understand? What do you mean, Miss Witch?"

Her fingers moved the dial at an extremely slow pace. Understanding Kenneth's twisted sense of humor, Lydia, who could no longer go back, succumbed. Her skirt fell to the ground, and the Coal Witch closed her eyes, trembling, and said:

"You bastard, hurry up, and I'll take pity on you and give myself to you."

"Oh, so Miss Witch is reluctant. I don't like to force people."

Her body grew increasingly weak. Even though she couldn't see Kenneth's face, Lydia could already imagine the expression on the man's face behind her. Gritting her teeth, the Coal Witch finally gave up her stubbornness.

"You pervert! All you ever do is bully me! I want to... please!"

With the activation of the workshop's barrier, Lydia felt a surge of hope as she leaned forward.

Chapter 174 The Peeping Gaze

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After breakfast, Rin Tohsaka, who had recovered, looked up at the second floor with a flicker in her eyes. Based on Kenneth's attitude, Rin Tohsaka believed Lidel's introduction, but when she thought of the unbearable events of last night and witnessed the world of "Duanglang," she became extremely dazed.

"Head of the Tohsaka family, Miss Sakura is ready. Please follow me."

"Oh well."

Following Sera, Rin Tohsaka, sporting dark circles under her eyes, mechanically walked towards the door. Shortly after Rin Tohsaka left, the study door opened, and Lydel, her legs trembling, made her way to the exit after confirming that no one was downstairs.

"Liz, is that witch injured?"

In the second-floor corridor, Ilya, witnessing Lydel's embarrassing moment, innocently asked the maid a question.

"Miss, she must have been injured by the pile driver."

With a sniff, and with an animalistic instinct, Lyselite used her unique and wonderful metaphor to protect Ilya's purity.

"Pile driver?"

"Yes, a pile driver, with a guide frame consisting of two guide rods, is used to control the direction of pile driving, so that the pile can be accurately driven into the stratum according to the design orientation. It is a commonly used engineering machine."

Ilya: Oo?

A great deal of confusion flashed in her large eyes; Ilya simply couldn't connect the scene before her with the pile driver.

"Miss, it's getting late, you'll be late for your classes this morning."

With a nonchalant tone, Lyselette abruptly ended the conversation. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes as she glanced at the clock in the hall. Now a schoolgirl, Ilya ran frantically down the stairs. Driven by the racing prodigy and headmistress Irisviel, the all-black sedan launched off with a screeching tire screech.

Good morning, Master.

Not long after, the study door opened, and Lizzie, who was cleaning the hallway, bowed to Kenneth, who appeared in the stairwell.

"Oh, it's Liselle. How's your recovery going?"

"It has been fully recovered. Although it is not as good as Lady Chris, its overall performance has improved by about three times."

As the magic swept through, Liselle's functions were clearly displayed in Kenneth's mind. In addition to the leap in physical improvement, the consciousness hidden in her soul had also grown significantly compared to the previous period.

“Very good, Lizzie, your growth has exceeded my expectations. Prepare some breakfast for me and bring it to the lobby.”

"Please wait a moment, Master."

Watching Liselit gradually depart, Kenneth, sitting in the hall, analyzed Liselit's soul aura. Chris was a creation of the mature Third Law, her soul meticulously crafted by Kenneth, lacking any developmental process. But Liselit was different. As a failed creation of the Einzbern family, Liselit's soul and consciousness were extremely thin. With the Third Law's enhancement, Liselit's soul was constantly growing, and this growth process was undoubtedly the best example for Kenneth to comprehend the Third Law.

"The soul is the vessel of the spirit, consciousness is the extension of the spirit, and the body is the container of the soul; soul, body..."

While Kenneth was deep in thought, Lizzie placed the prepared breakfast in front of him, bowed to him as he continued to clean the mansion.

"Hey! What have you done? Why has my father become like that?!"

With the smugness typical of a brat, Mordred, with her ponytail and leather jacket and trousers, plopped down opposite Kenneth, grabbed his breakfast, and started stuffing it into her mouth without a second thought. Kenneth actually liked Mordred's outgoing personality; it always gave him the illusion of chatting and joking with his old friends from a past life.

"The taste is surprisingly good! You know how to enjoy life."

With a spark of interest, Mordred, whose appetite was far superior to that of an average person, devoured Kenneth's breakfast in just a few bites. Wiping his mouth with a lingering sense of satisfaction, the ever-unconventional Mordred simply draped his arm over Kenneth's shoulder.

"Give me two more servings, this isn't enough to fill me up. Also, what happened? How did King Arthur become like that?"

To be honest, if Kenneth hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that Ahoge had gone from a knight who trained diligently every day to a glutton who only drank tea and ate all day and now even wielded his sword with a perfunctory attitude.

"You'll have to ask Morgan about that. My relationship with that Knight King is only so-so."

After gesturing for Lizzie to prepare a few more breakfasts, Kenneth gave Mordred a look that said, "I don't understand either." Hearing Kenneth mention Morgan, Mordred felt a sudden chill; who knows how long she'd been shocked by Morgan's transformation.

"Forget it, I don't want to get hung up and beaten by her. By the way, you should be able to give me a different body, right?"

Mordred rubbed his hands together like a fly, giving off a "give me one too" look.

"You want to change bodies? No problem, I have no objection as long as Morgan agrees."

After taking the breakfast, Kenneth immediately shifted the blame to Morgan, and seeing Mordred's frustrated expression, Kenneth's mood instantly improved.

"If she had agreed, would I still have come to you? Honestly, why did you give her my Command Seals?! Do you know how much I've suffered these past few days?!"

In the past, even if Mordred was mentally cowardly, she could still physically resist Morgan; but now, with the Command Seals, Mordred was completely in Morgan's grasp, which made the rebellious Mordred uncomfortable.

"You bastard, we've fought together before, can't you lend me a hand with our close relationship?!"

As someone who can't stay still, the Command Seals restricted Mordred's range of activities. Even her desire to have a heart-to-heart battle with Ahoge was thwarted by a single look from Morgan. Heaven knows how frustrated Mordred has been these past few days.

"Do you want to go out and explore or do you want to fight King Arthur? If it's the former, I can think of a way to help you. But if it's the latter, I won't get involved."

"Go out and have some fun! Pshaw! Go out and play! I've been so bored these past few days, and you're really quick to help! Come on, think of something!"

With his arm around Kenneth's shoulder, Mordred moved right up to him, looking just like an old man selling merchandise under a pedestrian bridge. Shaking his head, Kenneth, feeling relaxed from Mordred, tapped his finger and imprinted a massive amount of magic onto the back of Mordred's hand.

"Forget about your body. You have enough magic to squander. Just don't cause too much trouble. If Morgan hangs you up, I won't plead for you."

"Alright, you're surprisingly nice. I'm off now!"

Mordred quickly shoved breakfast into her mouth and dashed out the door. A few seconds later, the flustered Mordred stood back in front of Kenneth.

"Hey, can I borrow your car? That thing is pretty interesting."

It has to be said that Mo Zai's personality really suits Kenneth's taste, provided, of course, that he doesn't act like a brat. Smiling, Lizzie beckoned, and stopped working to come to Kenneth's side.

"Go to the garage with Lyselle, don't cause any trouble, and especially don't use your Noble Phantasms recklessly."

"okay!"

Following Lizzie, the impatient Mordred vanished in an instant, and the hall returned to silence, where Kenneth continued to enjoy his breakfast.

"It seems you have a good impression of her?"

"Indeed, it's quite easy to talk to her; she reminds me of things I've almost forgotten."

Morgan, who had been sitting in Mordred's place, picked up his teacup and looked at Kenneth, who exuded a sense of ease.

"Forgotten things, yes, we have all forgotten a lot of things without realizing it."

With a strange sense of melancholy, Morgan fell into memories. After a while, he came back to his senses and focused on Kenneth, who had finished his breakfast.

“I have already implemented your ideas, but you still need to put them into practice using the connection method to achieve the specific effects. There are also some other things, let’s talk about them somewhere else.”

Noticing Morgan's subtle glance, Kenneth knowingly entered the study. The surface barrier detached, the aura of law surged, and the space began to sink, completely concealing this space with the highest-level mystery of the Moon World.

"I must say, as expected of you, you understood what I meant so quickly."

"Not at all, isn't it only natural to be familiar with our partners?"

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kenneth adopted a serious expression. The fact that Morgan deliberately emphasized the need for secrecy indicated that what he was about to say would reveal something significant. And indeed, Kenneth was not disappointed; Morgan's next words instantly heightened Kenneth's vigilance.

“Someone, or something, is watching us.”

Kenneth narrowed his eyes and looked at Morgan, who also looked serious, with a somewhat solemn expression. Without keeping Kenneth waiting long, Morgan immediately expressed his perception.

“I’m certain that something is watching us. Sixty percent of it is on you, thirty percent on Lily, and one-tenth on me. The other party’s methods are very clever. If they hadn’t given themselves away this morning, I might not have noticed that gaze.”

Upon hearing this, Kenneth's expression instantly became somewhat subtle. He knew perfectly well what had happened that morning, yet something was amiss. Was he being used as fodder for conversation? Noticing the subtle change in Kenneth's expression, Morgan, who knew Kenneth's schedule quite well, instantly guessed something. A slight smile played on his lips; Morgan knew exactly how Kenneth was going to deal with the guy lurking in the shadows.

"Can you identify who it is? Or have you recorded their presence?"

"If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening!" Having been spied on without his knowledge and even used as material, Kenneth is now planning to give the other party a taste of the Star Realm's greetings.

"Unfortunately, the other party's methods are very sophisticated. In order to avoid alerting them, I did not intercept that leaked aura."

After listening to Morgan's words, Kenneth closed his eyes. Having some knowledge of the Moon World, Kenneth began to eliminate all possibilities. The person who could silently spy on him couldn't be weak; the person only interested in the three of them must have some connection with them; but that's the problem: how did Kenneth come into contact with Morgan and Ahoge? The individuals whose strength matched the criteria didn't overlap at all in their circles of contact.

Is it Merlin?

After much thought, Kenneth could only come up with this one scoundrel. But it still didn't make sense; if it were Merlin, the lion's share should have gone to Ahoge, and Morgan would have been the first to beat this scoundrel to a pulp.

[I'm certain it's not him. Although they look similar, the aura is off.]

"So it really wasn't him? Wait, Morgan, you said the aura was very similar?"

[That's right, the aura is very similar. If I hadn't met that guy recently, I might have been fooled too.]

From beginning to end, Morgan treated it all as a cover for the other party. Kenneth, however, was different. Having read the script, Kenneth was already certain who was using him as a pretext—the worst of the worst, Meryl! Considering Old Sword's earlier statement that he would be watching him, the possibility that it was Meryl was extremely high.

"You know who the other person is?"

Morgan was puzzled by Kenneth's change in expression; he couldn't understand how Kenneth had managed to lock onto his target with just a few words.

"It's just a guess, it still needs to be verified, and I'll need Morgan's cooperation then."

He couldn't be too definitive. Thinking of that slippery, despicable woman, Kenneth was determined to give her a piece of his mind. How dare she use him as a meal? Kenneth was determined to show that scumbag the harsh realities of the world!

Chapter 175 The Attire is Complete

At the place where Aozaki Touko was teaching, Kenneth, who hadn't been a lecturer for more than half a year, stood on the podium again. In front of Kenneth were five lolis of different appearances. One had horns on her head, one had shining eyes, and another was unusually excited. Kenneth picked up the questions compiled by Sakura and began to answer the backlog of questions one by one.

According to the traditional lineage of magic, disciples usually start as assistants to their teachers in magical research. The talent and foundation of the little girl below are also suitable for this teaching method. However, the things that Kenneth is researching are too profound. In the entire El-Melloi, apart from Morgan, there may only be Chris who can assist Kenneth. If these little girls are tutored during the research, Kenneth's workshop will really be in danger of losing a few members.

As midnight approached, Kenneth walked out of the classroom under the dazed gazes of several little girls. In the workshop, Chris, the new tool who was assisting Kenneth in constructing his costumes, had already tidied up the workbench.

"How is the lower-level technique setup progressing? What are the verification results?"

"Master, the setup is complete, and the fit has reached the expected 87%."

Her calm voice betrayed a hint of resentment. By day, she was pinned down by Kenneth at the clock tower, and by night, she had to work overtime all night. In her spare time, she had to guard the house and clean up after her lover. Chris could be said to have done the work of both a secretary and a maid.

"You've worked hard these past few days. Karna has found my apprentice. The year is almost over, and then we can hand over the Clock Tower work to him."

Kenneth skillfully painted a rosy picture for his tool, and without a care in the world, he was already planning to hand over the clock tower work, which had increased several times over, to Weber. Whether Weber would be overworked was not Kenneth's concern. Kenneth declared: "Your body is plentiful, your soul is immortal, the medical team is on call 24/7, and if all else fails, I'll set up a bed for you in the office. You'd better just obediently contribute your remaining value."

"Thank you for your understanding, Master. I will continue to work hard. (Sound of stewing juice)"

After offering a curt compliment to Kenneth without any expression, Chris continued working on the materials in her hands. Looking at Chris's expressionless face, Kenneth felt that she was just giving him the runaround.

"Master, the magic base is complete, and the magic part can begin."

Looking up, Chris met Kenneth's gaze and, without complaint, moved aside to give the testing table to him.

"Let's record the operation process and build a few more of the same base. Tonight's work is going to be very heavy."

"I understand, Master."

After adjusting the calculator in the workshop, Chris, who was absolutely obedient to Kenneth's orders, once again began her arduous and tedious work. Looking at Chris's expressionless face, Kenneth finally sensed her resentment, shook his head, and proceeded to process the mercury before him according to plan.

For the third magic-themed Mystic Code, Kenneth ultimately decided to base it on the Moon Spirit Essence. Firstly, the Moon Spirit Essence base was not difficult for Kenneth to optimize. Secondly, it was based on his own role. Kenneth is not a warrior, so swords, spears, axes, and halberds can be directly ruled out. As a mage, the Moon Spirit Essence, which combines attack and defense, is the most suitable and versatile Mystic Code for Kenneth.

Kenneth took out the spare Moon Spirit Essence Liquid and controlled the simulated circuit that emitted white light to merge into the mercury. The remaining circuit was connected, and the flowing mercury heated up rapidly under Kenneth's gaze. The barrier on the table was activated, and the clump of Moon Spirit Essence Liquid wriggled and exploded into primordial droplets with a pop.