"Moran? I understand roughly..."
The female assassin wore a puzzled expression.
She didn’t know what she had done to make Ciel stop rejecting.
Or perhaps, this Executor of the Holy Church,
Did she also know that King of Britain?
"As a Master, there’s no basic magical connection with your Servant, and you don’t even have Command Spells for control.
Plus, even your Servant doesn’t acknowledge you as their Master. It seems the issue is settled."
Ciel delivered her judgment to Jester.
For a moment, he stared at the assault rifle in her hand, engraved with sacred words, and with the female assassin watching intently.
Jester’s situation was precarious.
Staying here would only lead to his death.
But the entire hospital was surrounded by that square bounded field, leaving him nowhere to escape.
"Tch, damn Executor... Why do you have to be so meddlesome and ruin my plans!"
Jester glared at Ciel.
Now, he only had one option left to implement.
Otherwise, there was no chance of survival.
If he could use Tsubaki Kuruoka to trigger her Servant characteristics, there might be a chance to overturn the situation and disrupt the rules.
For Jester, not doing so meant certain death.
Doing it carried great risks, but also a considerable chance of survival.
The choice was obvious.
Just as he was about to act,
Another voice interrupted him—
"It’s been a while, but you still love playing cat and mouse, don’t you, Ciel?"
When did a fourth person enter?
Upon hearing the voice, Ciel showed a complex and subtle expression.
There was a sigh, disgust, aversion, and surprise.
In short, none of it was positive.
As if the arrival was a walking disaster, leaving only terrible impressions.
"You and Noel were hiding things from me, weren’t you? Didn’t we agree to stop playing these deceitful games?"
Golden hair shimmering in the moonlight.
A pristine and exquisite body, untouched by impurity.
Though a Princess of the Night, she evoked the image of sunlight.
But she was clearly different now.
Arcueid exuded a different aura than before.
"If I hadn’t come to this Snowfield City, I don’t know how much longer I would have wandered in other countries.
You and Noel seem to know where Moran is, don’t you? Knowing that, you didn’t plan to tell me?"
Arcueid’s words were filled with resentment.
Since waking up in the Millennium Castle,
She had traveled to various countries searching for Moran, piecing together clues by reading the memories of the land.
She had been to Japan, France, and Germany.
Finally, she went to Britain.
However, she was almost always a step behind, only clearly sensing Moran’s presence after arriving in Snowfield City.
"Arcueid, weren’t you having fun wandering around on your own? Several of the countries you visited are in a panic over concealing the mysteries because of you."
"Ahem, can’t I take a break?
Besides, it’s your fault! If you had honestly told me where Moran was, would I have gone to so much trouble?!
In the end, you two just wanted to monopolize Moran! Ciel, you’re more despicable than me!"
"Oh? You say I’m despicable... Do you plan to inform your sister Altrouge? She is still your dear sister."
The air suddenly became heavy.
Two beautiful figures, one blue and one gold, glared fiercely at each other, their pressure causing both Dead Apostles and Servants to tremble.
Especially the Dead Apostle Jester.
Everyone knew the name of the True Ancestor Princess Arcueid.
She was the supreme apex of the Dead Apostle world.
In the eyes of many Dead Apostles, she was a monster more terrifying than the Holy Church, an unfathomable darling of the planet.
Over a thousand years ago,
She had slaughtered countless Fallen True Ancestors, and the number of Dead Apostles she had killed was countless.
If Moran were here, he would definitely have a stomachache more than anyone else.
Now, the female assassin and Jester saw Arcueid arguing and throwing mud at Ciel.
Like children insulting each other.
And the center of their argument seemed to be a man?
A True Ancestor Princess and an Executor nun fighting over a man??
Jester felt a little dizzy.
If it was true, he didn’t know if the world had gone mad, or if he had gone mad first.
Central Hospital, first floor lobby.
As the silver blade gleamed, time seemed to stop in the lobby.
The one who broke the long silence was the man with the knife to his throat.
"Lorelei, what is the meaning of this? Don’t tell me you intend to rebel against me? If this is a joke, I don’t mind playing along, as guiding subordinates is part of leadership."
The man, resembling Moran, remained calm.
Maintaining his frivolous and casual attitude.
Some of the members of the Chelon Canticle Brigade showed signs of wavering, their expressions twitching, clearly wanting to say something.
From his behavior to his tone,
He was the King they knew.
Why was Lorelei drawing her sword against the King? Was the Clock Tower rebelling against Britain?
The Chelon Canticle Brigade members hesitated.
On one side was their supreme King, on the other was the leader they followed.
"Impressive, truly identical to our King. Both the casual demeanor and the frivolous tone are exactly the same."
"No, the real King has already gone to the building where your Master is. And even if you imitate him perfectly, there are still some things you can’t replicate."
Although Lorelei didn’t state the reason,
From the very beginning of the Holy Grail War, Moran had given his personal tokens to those close to him.
—Blood beads made from the Principle Idea Blood.
Although they couldn’t turn people into familiars like Noel, they could secretly protect them.
Kayneth also had one.
These blood beads made from the Principle Idea Blood not only had the above effects but could also distinguish between friend and foe.
Lorelei was so sure that the person in front of her wasn’t Moran
Because she didn’t sense his Principle Idea Blood.
The person before her was merely disguised as Moran, trying to steal the King’s authority and deceive them.