Type-Moon Simulator: Start the game by attacking the Greek goddess!

Fadius had learned that the negotiations between the higher-ups and the Clock Tower had almost ended in a break.

In other words, the top leaders have already decided to throw the can down to pieces and don't care even though they know there are British people in the city.

They just want to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

As for, international conflicts and so on.

That can only be discussed before the Ugly Country collapses.

If this Holy Grail War were allowed to continue, Fadius didn't know whether the Ugly Country would still exist.

"How should we act?"

"Evacuate within tomorrow. Although the curse set by Tsubaki Uchiha's servant still remains, it should be breakable with ordinary ceremonial equipment.

Rather, the fact that ordinary people without the ceremonial attire couldn't escape was a blessing in disguise. Furthermore, the hurricane completely severed Snowfield's internet and radio connections. Now, with the storm overhead, there was no need to worry about anyone observing what was happening in the air.

Fadius showed no emotion at all about the impending sacrifice of the innocent people of the entire city. This was not something he needed to care about.

After all, everything had been decided long ago.

There's no need for surprises.

The one who needs the most attention right now is Ishtar, and Fadius has a plan for this matter.

Even the new king of Britain.

Fadius believed that the other party would not provoke a war. He was one of the rule makers of the world representing Britain.

In the existing world system, the new king is already at the top of the pyramid, so there is no need to go to war with the Ugly Country at this time.

Although the other party's actions are always unexpected.

But, Fadius had a hunch.

The other party is not the so-called warmonger, nor does he show any signs of subverting the rules of the world.

The reason why he thought Ishtar was the most dangerous.

That's because the other party seems to be a being from the ancient age of gods, and is trying to interfere with the world with mystery.

——Although I’m not sure which goddess it is yet.

——But, she is too unstable.

This world can no longer accommodate the intervention of gods.

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Once the other party descends as a goddess.

The first to suffer would be the Ugly Country, and then the entire world. This was something Fadius would never allow to happen.

To this end, he will give Hassan his final orders.

Let a servant interfere with the gods.

Such an order is tantamount to asking the servant to seek death.

Although servants are essentially familiars.

But, for them, being summoned is like experiencing a second life.

No one wants to die.

however--

"Contractor, there is no need to hide."

The dark aura moved.

Fadius couldn't help swallowing.

He had said everything that needed to be said about the seriousness of the incident, and he also emphasized that it concerned the safety of all mankind.

I originally wanted to hint at it indirectly.

Unexpectedly, Hassan saw through Fadius's thoughts at a glance and knew that the Master wanted him to die.

"You know very well that the time has come to use up the full value of my spiritual power."

It was as if the darkness itself was speaking.

Fadius broke out in a cold sweat.

After spending a few days together, he had a better understanding of Hassan's character and felt that he would not be too impulsive.

This gave Fadius the courage to continue speaking.

He had to give the order anyway.

"...Yes, that's right... Hassan... As your master, I... command you to die. But I'm not asking you to commit suicide. I'm simply giving you an order with a high mortality rate. You're free to do whatever you want with it afterwards."

"......"

The shadow didn't respond.

There was no hostility, no killing intent, and no sign of giving up on the Master.

As if believing that his master had not yet finished speaking, he remained silent in the swaying shadows.

He listened silently to the Master's final orders.

"After completing your next order, you don't have to come back here. As the person in charge... I will never leave the command chain to protect your so-called beliefs, but... I will give up my identity as a participant in the Holy Grail War."

Chapter 686: A Gamble to Carry Out Beliefs [Subscribe! Flowers!]

Snowfield, City Centre, Crystal Hill.

Because of the battle between Enkidu and Zhuyue, and the influence of Ishtar casting the temple outside the forest.

The police department also had to make a difficult choice.

After being drawn into the barrier by the Pale Knight, they realized how vulnerable they were in this Holy Grail War.

In order to maintain the original oath.

Stand for justice.

They sent an alliance request to Britain, hoping to overcome the coming difficulties together.

To this end, the police rushed to the tallest and most luxurious building in Xueyuan City.

In fact, for all police officers.

They all had complicated feelings.

At the beginning, Moran crushed them like ants, and all the members were beaten to their knees.

Originally, they hoped to win back a game later.

As a result, the Holy Grail War became increasingly intense.

The "Monster of Twenty-Eight" realized how ridiculous their idea was. Trying to fight these real monsters with mortal strength would most likely result in death along the way.

Not everyone can perform miracles like John.

"...Want to form an alliance with me?"

Moran said with a faint smile.

His frivolous attitude aroused the anger of the police officers.

Originally, they were unwilling to succumb to the terrifying monster that had once overrun the police station. If it weren't for Chief Orlando's order, most people probably wouldn't have chosen to come here.

However, the police officers' thoughts seemed to be seen through.

Lorelai snorted coldly, "Hmph, standing before you is the Supreme King of Britain. The symbol of Great Britain.

If it weren't for my king's instructions, your disrespectful attitude alone would have been enough to kill you a thousand times over. Don't forget, it's you who crave my king's power."

It was like waking up from a nightmare.

The policemen saw Moran's unchanging faint smile and the strange feeling he felt in a trance.

Subconsciously, my mind recalled what happened inside the barrier.

The King of Light wipes out the scourge of death.

The golden light was so dazzling that it could melt a person's bones and soul, and it was so beautiful that it was almost terrifying.

When they came back to their senses, everyone's backs were soaked with cold sweat.

The anger seemed to be extinguished by cold water.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake in discipline. I hope you can forgive me."

Among them, Director Orlando was the only one who could look Moran in the eye and speak normally.

"Haha, I'm not that picky. A gift forced upon someone is like a disaster to someone who doesn't want it. I understand things like that. So, it can be considered a cancellation.

Let's get back to your desire to form an alliance with us...

Regarding this matter, Director Orlando, don't you think we are not allies at all? This is an unequal transaction."

"......"

Orlando fell silent in the face of this question.

Moran is not in a hurry either.

He regarded the police chief with amusement, the same attitude he would use to view an interesting wild animal.

This time, the police officers who followed did not express their opinions.

They just clenched their fists.

The police officers were well aware that this Wang was a being far superior to themselves, and they also understood that the positions of the two sides were almost completely different.

However, there are also areas where people cannot give in.

They participated in the Holy Grail War with the intention of dying, and they could not accept being treated as worthless in this way.

"So how do you think this deal should go?"

“Haha, that depends on how much you are willing to pay—become a member of Great Britain.

It’s okay to think of it as a deal with the devil.

I don't mind being a bad guy either.

Judging from your current situation, you've probably reached a point where you can't continue without borrowing power from the devil, right?"

Moran casually offered the deal.

Orlando's pupils shrank involuntarily.

If he became a British citizen, it would mean that even if he won the Holy Grail War, the Holy Grail would still belong to Britain in the end.

It was almost like giving up the Holy Grail War.

The information in Moran's words also made Orlando extremely concerned, as if he knew that the top leaders of the Ugly Country had abandoned them.

"Take your time to think about it. Don't rush. I still have time."

Moran was at ease from beginning to end.

Because, for him.

The "Twenty-Eight Monsters" of the police station is his way of having fun in his spare time.

He may offer help to those he cares about on a whim.

But, it is also possible to do nothing.

Even if the other party faces destruction or glory, Moran will just regard it as an interesting story.

The meaning of that ending belongs only to the parties involved.

He was just a spectator.

If you ask Moran what he thinks of the police station now, he is more appreciative.

In this battlefield that transcends human intelligence, these mortals are still unable to abandon the ethics and morals that human beings should have.

In order to uphold their beliefs, they chose to stand in front of the enemy who once humiliated them and seek help.