Rin heard her teacher’s extravagant words.
This tone of not treating money as money really made Rin want to punch him hard.
Too extravagant, too rich!
Rin still follows the Tohsaka family’s consumption concept.
Little did she know that her teacher, as a member of the royal family, has a treasury funded by the British cabinet and parliament on the surface.
Privately, Moran just needs to make a phone call to spend money.
There is no need to worry about spending too much.
If Moran is too frugal, it will make the old men in the parliament feel a headache. As the King of Britain, how can he be petty?
This will make others look down on Britain.
The King represents the will of the British people and is the embodiment of the glory of the entire island, so he must be dazzling.
Even if Moran doesn’t spend money.
Those old parliamentarians would not agree.
In their opinion, the King is the spiritual face of Britain, and his clothing, food, housing, and style of doing things must highlight the King’s majesty and boldness.
In short, it is - we are not short of money.
Being petty, wouldn’t that make people look down on us?
We must spend money in a handsome way!
At this moment, not all the women were in Crystal Hills. Morgan accompanied Medea, Gray, and others to go shopping.
Melusine had been sunbathing all day.
Now, she had just woken up.
Rather than participating in the Holy Grail War, they were more like they were on vacation.
"Oh? Very energetic, they have already started building , making that vast forest dance to this extent."
Moran stared at the forest on the west side through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Connecting to the ley lines, he could sense it.
Now, the forest was like a breathing beast, ready to move like a living creature.
Needless to say, this was Enkidu’s masterpiece.
She had already started building the base.
For this war, Gilgamesh and Enkidu were serious, only in this way would they not waste the rare reunion.
Moran thought the same way.
"Teacher, Teacher! Look! It’s Teacher Kayneth! He’s on TV!"
Suddenly, Sakura’s shout came.
Sakura, who planned to watch TV programs to pass the time, saw the local station playing as soon as she turned on the LCD screen.
It was broadcasting local news from Snowfield.
"This is in front of the city center opera house, where part of the building has collapsed. What exactly happened to this opera house, which boasts more than fifty years of tradition?!"
A reporter from a local cable TV station in Snowfield was doing a live broadcast in front of the half-destroyed opera house.
After the reporter interviewed several people, he continued to ask the woman next to him:
"Excuse me... are you a local resident?"
"Huh! Did they interview me? This is a TV interview? That means a lot of people are watching? Hello! Ohayo!"
On the screen, the person being interviewed was a blonde woman.
The reporter was in a daze the moment he saw her.
There was no other reason, the woman was too beautiful and moving.
"Ah, I’m not a local! I just happened to come here for sightseeing and to find someone...
As for this opera house, I don’t really know what happened, but when I was sleeping, I felt a thump in my chest! So I looked in the direction of the opera house, and there was a bang, and then the walls started to collapse!"
The blonde woman spoke vividly, with her eyebrows dancing.
She was still gesturing with her hands.
But no one found this action vulgar, on the contrary, they only found it pleasing to the eye.
Her outstanding beauty was enough to increase the ratings, and even make the audience forget the disaster at the opera house.
Moran was stunned when he saw her on the screen.
Then, he muttered, "This idiot... how did she end up here while shopping... and even get on TV?"
"Moran! Are you watching? I’ve been looking for you for a long time! You said you would come back to Millennium City with me, right?!"
The blonde woman faced the camera with her head held high.
Looking like she was angry.
As if she didn’t realize that this was a live broadcast, but used it as a personal fax machine.
"Teacher... is she looking for... could it be you?"
"Ah... well... hahaha..."
Sakura turned her head to look at Moran next to her.
Well, explaining it would be too complicated, so Moran chose not to explain it for the time being.
On TV, the blonde woman was too eccentric.
Given her striking beauty, the reporter originally intended to continue the interview.
However, when the reporter noticed movement in the direction of the opera house, they stopped questioning the woman, thanked her softly, and ran off.
"The police team that entered the theater earlier is now coming out! The police team seems to have arrested someone! Could it be that the opera house was not an accident caused by an explosion, but a deliberate act?"
The TV camera broadcasted the person coming out of the scene live to the entire Snowfield area.
The person shown was a young man wearing clothes from the wrong era, being led out of the theater in handcuffs by the police.
Meanwhile, in the northwest of Snowfield.
Colesman Special Correctional Center.
"How could this happen? The summoning of the most important Saber part went wrong... That’s an area Francesca is involved in, isn’t it? Could it be that her old habits have returned?"
Faldeus received a report from his subordinate.
The monarch of Britain broke into the opera house and stole the Heroic Spirit that should have been summoned by their United States.
It is unclear how Britain obtained the information.
However, rather than dealing with the stolen Heroic Spirit first,
this civil servant has more important matters to handle. "It’s me, say that the opera house incident was a fire accident caused by the paint used for the renovation project..."
Before he could finish speaking, he couldn’t help but interrupt the conversation.
"Excuse me, I’ll contact you later."
Faldeus hung up the phone.
His gaze turned to one of the countless screens monitoring Snowfield City.
It was a live broadcast from the city’s cable TV station.
Then, when he saw the person reflected on the screen, he first suspected that he had fallen into an illusion cast by an enemy magus.
Perhaps the more familiar a magus is with the Holy Grail War, the more likely they are to have the same doubts.
In any case, although it was a cable TV station broadcasting only within the city—the live broadcast showed a genuine Heroic Spirit.
The mystery that should have been hidden was brought to the big screen.
This magus was completely dumbfounded.