The battle involving the three Servants, Rider, Lancer and Archer, was closely watched by Caster, who had concealed his presence. With the end of the battle, Caster decided to go and report everything to his Master who was in a hotel room.
Clovis, hearing his Servant's report, commented:
« It is not yet time. »
He sat in the armchair reading several documents that had been given to him by the Rote Mäntel. The pages talked about the Holy Grail and the different information the organization had on it. All the information about the Holy Grail was clear on one thing: it was known that it would appear in London but the organization was not aware of where it would appear.
Caster asked, interested:« Do you have a plan, Master? »
« Yes, it's definitely not the one to get me killed. Those three Masters with their Servants could be quite difficult to deal with. Especially the Master of Lancer:
Murakawa Tetsuya. »
« What do we know about him? »
« Before participating in the Holy Grail War he was a T6 agent, an organization of paid magi to kill certain targets. In short, magic bounty hunters. Murakawa Tetsuya was a hitman who was kicked out of T6 because his methods were considered, I quote: "Immoral, typical of a man completely devoid of empathy for others." »
« Said by an organization of assassins, it sounds somewhat ironic. »« True. But the fact remains that this Master is dangerous. Very dangerous. »
« How do you propose to act, Master? »
« I don't want to face him knowing I have other problems. I want to wait. I want to act knowing that I have everything under control. »
The next morning Clovis woke up on his bed. It was half past eight. He got up and after being in the bathroom got dressed, had a quick breakfast and finally decided to turn on his cell phone. He saw a call from Dr. Meyer.
« Holy shit! » Exclaimed Clovis shaken.
He had to call the doctor back immediately. Maybe he had good news, but what if he did what he would do? He still didn't know. He had no idea but he absolutely needed to hear about Freda.
The doctor called back:
« Hello? » It was Dr. Meyer.
« Hello, doctor. Good morning. I saw that you tried to contact me. So is there
any news? »
« Yes, but ... it's not good news. »
Clovis's heart stopped. The man began to sweat and had a slight dizziness. With a stammering voice he said:
« Dr. Meyer, please tell me ... that everything will be fine. Tell me my daughter will recover. Tell me my daughter will recover! »« No, this is unlikely to happen. Your daughter has a form of tuberculosis known as TDR-TB or totally drug-resistant tuberculosis. There is no medicine that can heal your daughter, Mr. Wolff. I'm sorry. »
« Fuck you! » Screamed Clovis throwing the phone against the wall.
He overturned the table and threw the chair screaming, again:
« Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Christ! It's not fair, God, it's not fair, FUCK! »
He put his hands trembling on his head and closed his eyes. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want to be weak but he couldn't help crying for his daughter, who had counted hours.
At that moment Caster came, slightly astonished by his Master's anger. He looked around and calmly asked:
« Something troubles you, Master? »
Clovis then realized that it wasn't all lost. The Holy Grail would have saved his daughter. Winning the war meant saving Freda. It was time to act. For this he had decided to participate in the Holy Grail War. It was not selfishness that guided him but the need to save his daughter at all costs.
He would have no mercy for the other Masters.
He stood up. He clenched his fists. He wiped his tears and answered Caster:« We will win this war, Caster. We will win this war at any cost. I don't care how many will have to die for me to win, I don't care. We will win this war. »
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