My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Mordred took a deep breath, raised the King's Sword, and launched another attack. In any case, the time stop was lifted, which was a good thing. In terms of numbers, Chaldea still had more people.

Faced with a relentless barrage of attacks, Mordred Diego, whose stamina seemed limitless and inexhaustible, was forced into a steady retreat.

"Diego, there's only one reason for your defeat: you angered me, King Red!"

On the surface, Mordred had the upper hand, and Paimon couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

"You... you've completely disgraced Lord Solomon, who was crowned as a god."

Paimon said with a hint of helplessness. Hearing his words, the director said sarcastically, "It seems the person you chose isn't very good. He was beaten into this state by my subordinates."

After some discussion at Jeanne Alter's castle, Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to temporarily act as Mordred's master and provide her with magical power.

The contract that hasn't been carried out yet, which I planned to establish through the ritual when the magic circuits were fully restored, is different from ordinary contracts.

This relationship is simply a matter of transferring magic; things like Command Seals cannot be used to assist or command Mordred through such rituals.

However, even if it were possible, the director thought that the possibility was not very high, considering Red King's outrageous combat ability. Beings of that level were no longer affected by most mental magic.

Once one's strength reaches a certain level, one will more or less possess some mental resistance, and the director's guess was not wrong.

In Red King form, Mordred's field shield has a similar effect; most mind-based spells become ineffective the moment they come into contact with that shield.

Meanwhile, Mordred, who was engaged in battle, was aware of what was happening here, but he paid no attention to the subordinate.

By now, Mordred had a general idea of ​​the director's personality, and guessed that he probably just wanted to annoy Diego.

He didn't feel the same way his subordinates were saying at Chaldea; they treated him like a friend.

The only downside is that they prepared far too little food; it wasn't nearly enough to eat.

Fighting on an empty stomach is a major taboo for warriors, and unfortunately, Chaldea's food reserves can only be described as pessimistic.

Having inherited the king's stomach, Mordred's appetite was naturally incomparable to that of ordinary people. The combined food consumed by all the other members of Chaldea was not even as much as Mordred alone.

Mordred, who claims to be the only legitimate heir of King Arthur, did indeed inherit one thing from King Arthur, which directly solved most of the food problems that the Chaldea group had prepared.

Fortunately, she was physically very strong, and her speed in gathering food through hunting was remarkable.

"But this doesn't seem to concern you. As everyone knows, my subordinates' subordinates are not my subordinates, so what are you so proud of?"

If anyone should be proud, it should be your subordinates.

Upon hearing this, the director retorted, "The real reason you're saying this is because none of your Demon God Pillars are actually useful, right?"

Paimon's expression froze instantly upon hearing this: "No, there is still one demon that is useful. A friend of mine is very useful."

……

The director fell silent. It seemed these demons were in a pretty bad situation.

Is the friend you're talking about actually yourself?

However, since they ultimately have different stances, adding insult to injury at this time might give them a greater advantage in the ensuing conflict.

The director is already considering capturing Paimon and sending him home to check his thoughts, but the moment he thought about sending him back to Chaldea, he felt his mentality collapse.

It seems that Paimon isn't the only one whose defenses have been breached this time; I'm one of them too.

Thinking of those tall, obviously inhuman monsters, the director closed his eyes tightly to forcefully calm the turmoil in his heart.

When she opened her eyes again, she said with a determined tone, "Chaldea, I will take it back with my own hands."

On the other side, Mordred, the heir to the royal stomach, who had eaten the Chaldea group out of house and home, seemed to have the upper hand, but she had a bad feeling about it.

I can't maintain this state for long, while Diego seems completely unharmed.

While he had a slight edge in attack, he was utterly outmatched in defense, unable to break through Diego's defense at all.

Seeing Diego Mordred frantically smashing things with his own road roller, Mordred frowned, realizing he needed to find a way to break through Diego's defenses.

"How foolish! What a foolish way of fighting! This ancient way... Are you from a primitive society?"

"Damn it, what kind of beastly fighting is this? Diego, you've wasted the meager knowledge bestowed upon you by King Solomon!"

Paimon, watching Diego smash things around, revealed an expression that suggested he couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at the extremely enraged Director Paimon, who continued to condense his magic incantation, he said:

"Looks like you're about to have another useless subordinate."

The director waited quietly, knowing that once his technique was completed, everything would be over.

Since pure attacks are unlikely to suppress them, we should use other methods to fight them, such as banishment.

Talking about this makes him wide awake. If the next technique he's preparing is completed, Diego can go into space, become an astronaut, and stop thinking.

Chapter 725: What bad intentions could a tool person possibly have?

"What's the meaning of you just watching the show and letting me get beaten up here? Senior Paimon, don't forget we're in this together."

Diego, who was being overwhelmed, shouted with a livid face that he could hardly be a match for Red King with his own strength.

He already had an idea of ​​how to break the current deadlock: to use a group attack.

He's not a good person, so there's no need to get hung up on defeating the formidable enemy in a one-on-one fight. Times have changed; teamwork is the new way to win.

"We're in cahoots? Aren't you overestimating yourself? Right now, you're just a newbie undergoing an audit."

Paimon had no intention of helping Diego. Looking at Diego, he spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if everything before him was nothing more than a game.

However, from a character perspective, everything that is happening right now is indeed a game played by Paimon. All Paimon needs to do is hand over that power to a human.

As for what fate awaits that human, that's their own business; Paimon was merely a tool to deliver power.

What bad intentions could a mere tool have?

No.

Paimon seemed quite relaxed, but Diego, who was being remotely controlled on the other side, was far from relaxed.

“Red King, you have the power of a king, and I have the power of a king. We both have power, so aren’t we on the same side?”

Diego attacked Mordred while speaking, clearly indicating that he was going to try his hand at deception this time.

"Let's set aside the fact that our King's Power is a force, while your King's Power is an armor, and the two are not the same type at all."

What were you thinking, assuming I'd be persuaded in this situation?

Mordred's tone was full of doubt, but at that moment Diego's lips suddenly curled up.

"I never thought my persuasion was unsuccessful; all I had to do was go through the motions."

Once this prerequisite of persuasion is fulfilled, I will be able to unleash the power bestowed upon me by Her Majesty Ilya, enough to allow me to pick up the first napkin in this world.

Mordred's expression changed the moment he heard those words. Could this be some kind of ritualistic attack method?

It wasn't actually a purely physical attack; the moment Mordred had that thought, Sakura's eyes began to glaze over rapidly.

"My body... has become strange."

Sakura Matou spoke haltingly, her tone filled with confusion, and it was at that moment that Diego suddenly revealed a wild smile.

"My plan is complete. This guy from another world, who holds a key to changing fate, is now at my disposal."

This is the true power of the Assimilation of Heavenly Voices, bestowed upon us by Lady Ilya.

Diego then directly stated the name of the power he possessed, and Mordred frowned the moment he heard it.

"Assimilation of Heavenly Voices... Could it be the ability to influence the thoughts and will of others?"

Looking at Matou Sakura's empty gaze, Mordred felt somewhat certain.

"That's right. Anyone who agrees with my ideas, my beliefs, my life, etc., even in the slightest will be assimilated and manipulated by the Heavenly Voice."

The power of assimilation of the voices bestowed upon me by Lady Illya is invincible. The first person to come into contact with that power, Matou Sakura, has already taken control of my body.

As for what happens next… you're next, Mordred!

Diego controlled Matou Sakura to speak at the same time as himself, while Mordred silently raised the King's Sword after estimating the time he could maintain his strength.

While Heroic Spirits possess physical abilities far exceeding those of humans, they haven't reached the point of being truly absurd. When using the power of the King to borrow the power of another world, there's a crucial point.

That is his own limit of endurance. It is because of this limit that he can only become Red King for three minutes.

"You and your light cannon are nothing in my eyes, Matou Sakura, let her see your power."

As Paimon finished speaking, Matou Sakura, who was being controlled, began to clench her right hand fingers one by one, until only her index finger remained unfisted.

"I bet your magic is chaotic and uncontrollable."

Sakura Matou's voice rang out at this moment, and the next second Mordred suddenly felt the magic power in his body begin to be exposed.

"What... is going on?"

Her tone was somewhat doubtful. There were only a dozen or so seconds left, and she needed those few seconds to completely eliminate Diego.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a second, Mordred had a clue about the matter.

"A causal magic? That's troublesome, but wouldn't it be better to just get past you and continue the fight?"

With this thought in mind, Mordred glanced at Matou Sakura and then went all out. With a strike of all his power, Diego was sent flying hundreds of meters away.

It's still unclear what the purple-haired girl's abilities are, or whether they have any range of application. In any case, let's try to fight Diego until we're out of the girl's sight and see what happens.

This idea quickly proved her right, and Mordred regained the upper hand at this point.

Diego, who had been under pressure from Mordred, finally managed to hold out for three minutes, and at the same time, the director activated the half-finished spell.

"Goodbye~"

After saying something in a relaxed tone, the director, who had just activated the spell, watched Diego disappear from her sight, and then turned her gaze toward Paimon.

"A demon god cannot be defeated by the same move twice. Do you think I would be unprepared for your move?"

"Don't worry, I have no intention of dealing with you directly right now. You have considerable potential, and it would be perfect if Lord Solomon could utilize that potential."

Paimon spoke casually, but upon hearing this, the director immediately uttered a harsh threat:

“I, Olga Marie, would rather die than help the Solomon you serve. Your idea is pure wishful thinking.”

Having become the director of Earth's UO, she had become arrogant. In her eyes, if she were to get serious, she could easily take care of Paimon and the like.

Paimon didn't seem angry at the answer. He shrugged and looked at Director Paimon calmly, saying:

"Now that the goods have been delivered, I'll take my leave. By the way, we are not entirely hostile to you."