Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"Your childish dream ends here."

After saying this, Makoto Haramura did not linger there any longer and left with Misaki Shokuhou.

The Amakusa-style Cross Cult members, along with Kanzaki Kaori, did not hesitate and immediately followed Haramura Makoto away.

"Ugh!"

Queen Eliza sighed softly, a hint of sorrow flashing in her eyes as she looked at her once proud daughter in such a miserable state.

"That's fine, Kelissa."

"Take your time to recount your sins. There's no way to help you now that you're in this state."

Is it a pity?

That's for sure. Even if Kelissa did something so outrageous, she's still her daughter.

She still wanted to give her daughter a chance.

She had already decided that as long as her daughter did not die in this process, she would send Kelissa to the battlefield.

War is inevitable.

The battle with Rome was imminent, and she could barely save her daughter if she could make a contribution in the fight against the Roman Catholic Church.

While the dignity of the royal family may be damaged, family ties are equally important to her.

of course!

She can still protect her daughter now, after all, her daughter has already lost both arms, so this punishment is enough.

so!

Eliza raised her head and followed the direction in which Makoto Haramura had left.

"Did you plan all of this?"

Chapter 402 The Sword of Judgment

For Britain, for London, it must have been an incredibly long night.

Dawn finally returned to this country, allowing its people to once again feel the warmth of light.

Early in the morning, Queen Elizabeth I immediately issued a proclamation to the entire nation after regaining power.

The mastermind behind the coup, Princess Kellysa, was captured by representatives from Academy City.

His subordinate knights were also dismissed and are awaiting investigation by the royal faction.

In particular, the Grand Master of the Knights, who was supposed to be an example for all knights, not only failed to set an example but also became a member of the coup party, which shocked all the British people.

The Puritans also contributed greatly to the recapture of power, but apart from being verbally praised by Queen Elizabeth, they received no substantial rewards.

Queen Elizabeth, Princess Lemeria, and Princess Vivian all returned to Buckingham Palace after the coup.

Queen Elizabeth, as the monarch, and Vivian, who has always represented the royal family with benevolence, have been stepping forward to reassure the public and stabilize the minds of the British people.

Similarly, as the biggest contributor to the recapture of power, Makoto Haramura's actions were largely concealed by the British royal family.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, this was a rebellion within Britain itself, and it was even instigated by members of the royal family.

Britain's own problems are ultimately solved by other countries, and it's embarrassing to talk about that.

That's not all.

The credibility of the royal faction among the public was already precarious.

If the public knows that their queen was merely a bystander throughout the entire process and only managed to snag a prize at the end, discontent will only escalate further.

Of course, Eliza obtained Makoto Haramura's consent before doing so.

Anyway, Makoto Haramura wasn't interested in this so-called credit.

The reason I came here is because of Aleister's request.

However, it seems there's been a problem now.

Execution Tower.

It was a giant stone tower that, from the outside, was just an old stone tower with a rich historical atmosphere. The whole tower was built of huge stones, and the walls were barely white. However, judging from the mottled marks and gray spots, the stone tower must have experienced a lot of wind and sun and was very old.

Generally speaking, buildings with historical significance like these are often packaged as historical sites by the British tourism authorities under the guise of generating national interest, and then opened to the general public and foreign tourists in order to generate revenue.

However, this execution tower is clearly not that kind of building.

After all, a building imbued with magic is simply not suitable for receiving tourists.

The execution tower was surrounded by a very strong barrier, separating the inside from the outside. The interior was filled with warning and trap spells, making it look like a magical prison.

In reality, it was a prison. It was used to imprison high-ranking members of the royal faction, the Puritans, and the Knights who had committed unforgivable errors, as well as heretics and witches who posed threats in other ways.

For example, if someone was a bishop of the Roman Catholic Church, they would be considered a heretic and imprisoned in the execution tower.

The royal faction leader who instigated a coup but failed and was captured, as well as the leader of the knight faction who assisted her in the rebellion, would also be imprisoned here.

Therefore, Kellysa and the Knight Commander are currently imprisoned in this execution tower.

Makoto Haramura's arrival here today was quite simple.

He came to see that overconfident princess.

It was in a cell on the top floor of the stone tower.

“Kellisa is inside.”

Kellysa, who had lost both arms, sat there, her light blue eyes revealing nothing but indifference.

It's worth mentioning that although she had no hands, her ankles were bound by ancient-looking instruments of torture, and not a trace of magic escaped from her body, making her look like an ordinary person who had never been exposed to magic.

The instruments of torture in this execution tower are almost all spirit armor, and most of them have the effect of suppressing magic power.

"I didn't expect it to be you. What, did you come here specifically to see the miserable state of your defeated opponent?"

"I have no interest in that."

"At the end of the day, why would you think I would care about someone like you?"

Makoto Haramura chuckled softly, then turned and left.

To be honest, Kelissa is actually quite good-looking, especially now. Her arms are barely touching the ground, yet Kelissa's face has a poignant beauty that she would never normally have.

"I already said that from the beginning, didn't I?"

"I have something to ask you."

"You took Kamijou Touma and Index away, didn't you?"

"Where are the two of them?"

That's right, it's Touma Kamijou and Index.

To be honest, he completely forgot about those two people yesterday.

He completely forgot about the two people who were the targets of his mission.

It was Xiao Qi who reminded him this morning that made him remember.

That's why he approached Eliza, who was on her way to prison, and came specifically to ask her about it.

After all, the last time he saw those two after they parted ways was when they were at the palace.

"Oh!"

Upon hearing Haramura Makoto's question, Kellysa's expression became much calmer.

"You said those two that they ran away when I got Katina."

"I did send knights to search for it later, but they didn't find it."

Leaving aside Imagine Breaker, Index is very useful to Kelissa.

She needs to use Glastonbury to achieve her dreams.

However, she cannot use Glastonbury.

Only the Queen of England could initiate Glastonbury.

So she wanted to use her knowledge of the Catalogue of Banned Books to control Glastonbury.

Therefore, when Imagine Breaker took the opportunity to take Index away, she immediately gave chase.

For some reason, I chased him for half an hour but still couldn't catch him.

Later, they had no choice but to give up temporarily, since the plans here were more important than those there.

"Oh?"

Makoto Haramura's eyelids drooped.

"In that case."

Makoto Haramura hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and left.

"I have a pretty good idea of ​​what happened."

"Queen Elizabeth, you should handle this yourself."

……

Walking on the ruins, Makoto Haramura did not, as he had done in the prison tower, say that he knew what had happened and go directly to Index and Touma Kamijou.

Instead, it felt like I was wandering aimlessly through the streets.

"They've been following me for a while now."

"Aren't you coming out yet? Even I have a limit to my patience."

"Aha!"

This is a rather nasty sound.

"As expected of the great hero who saved Britain, he actually discovered my existence."

"So, are you looking for this?"

This is a voice that seems to declare that its owner doesn't care about the will of others, is self-centered, emphasizes its own one-sided advantage, and has never doubted that it is inferior to others, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

"clatter……"

Those were extremely leisurely and relaxed footsteps.

Like an ordinary person who has stumbled into a battlefield and is completely oblivious to their surroundings, he seemed so lacking in tension, presenting an extremely unusual sense of incongruity with his surroundings.

Fang Li stared ahead and saw the source of the footsteps.

"What a wonderful show! I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thank you for your hard work and dedication in putting on this performance."

With such arrogant words and a haughty attitude, the owner of the voice appeared in front of Makoto Haramura.

That's a man.

A man dressed in red, with an ordinary physique who seemed to have not undergone any special training, yet exuded a very unnatural and oppressive aura.

The man's face wore an expression that perfectly matched his steps.

That's right.

It was that relaxed and carefree expression, as if he was completely oblivious to his surroundings.

However, it is precisely because the other person has such an expression that outsiders can understand.

This man didn't take the ongoing war in London seriously at all.

Of course, what's more intriguing isn't the man's sudden appearance, but rather what he's holding.

Those are two people.

Both the man in red in front of him, the one he was with, and the person he was dragging along were all within Haramura Makoto's expectations.

Index

Standing next to the man in red was a petite figure in white.

She was dressed in a pure white silk monastic robe, the edges of which were decorated with precious gold thread. It was far more luxurious than ordinary monastic robes and did not seem like the kind of clothing that ordinary nuns could wear.

That's right, it's Index.