I'll kill you after I finish this game!

As stage puppets with their own consciousness, rebelling against the 'established order' is their inevitable destiny.

"In the process of receiving magical training from the Vice Leader and Prince Gray, we all felt the enormous gap between ourselves and them."

That's what inferiority feels like. It's very noticeable when facing mercury, especially after actively accepting eternal destruction (serpent's venom), you can feel it even more clearly.

Most people would run away from fear, but the Black Round Tablet, when faced with the fear of the unknown, would only try to eliminate the other party.

So getting them to act on the orders of someone they hate and fear is essentially impossible.

"So... you mean that was humiliation? How utterly boring."

However, Reinhardt clearly scoffed at the Chalice's answer, stating directly:

"When teaching the way of flying, where can you find a bird that hates its mother?"

“We are no match for Your Highness Heydrich; we were nothing more than earthworms back then.”

Father Valyria bluntly stated his, and indeed the entire Black Round Table's, most fundamental view of the Vice-Chief and himself:

"Therefore feeling ashamed and fearful, giving wings to insects on the ground to make them fly, this kind of opera... the vice leader's demonic act, I really can't appreciate it."

Heydrich was able to fly because he was born to be an eagle soaring through the sky.

They can fly, but it's just that insects have grown wings, and they were given them wings.

The price to pay is also obvious: to be sidelined by that golden beast that craves war.

After all, war cannot be fought by a single entity, so Heydrich needed subordinates and formidable enemies.

Loving, leading, and destroying—that's the only way Reinhardt could live.

Reinhardt asked with a hint of interest, "Don't you yearn for the sky (wish)?"

"Haha, Lord Heydrich... This is what I'm thinking: What is the sky of insects?"

No matter how much mortals yearn for it, it is still insignificant to certain beings.

Insects have such a limited field of vision, how much of a vast sky can they possibly yearn for (desire)?

The higher you fly, the smaller you appear in each other's eyes. This statement is very apt for the reality of this world and the sky (wish) that some members of the Black Round Table yearn for.

To grasp one's own desires is still a struggle, but it's insignificant compared to beings like the eagle (Heydrich, Mercury, Gray).

Father Valyria gave a self-deprecating and helpless smile, then stated bluntly, "You've asked a rather foolish question. What I want, now and in the past, is only one thing."

As the priest spoke, the space around the black round table trembled once more.

Even with reverence for Reinhardt, the priest still had to suppress a smile and couldn't laugh out loud at this moment.

He wondered to himself whether the beastly prince would like it or laugh at his subject's foolishness.

No, Reinhardt just chuckled and spoke in words whose meaning others couldn't understand, continuing, "I see. So, you only need to do this, but what about those beings who want to be birds of prey? You think that's how it should be done, so you have to do it?"

Not all beings are like the priest. At least the three knights under Reinhardt, the captain and his men, are definitely not beings who are relegated to the status of mere insects.

What happens when subordinates have conflicting desires?

That was certainly something Heydrich was happy to hear, and even though he already knew about it, he still found it interesting.

The Holy Communion Cup, or Father Valyria, who knew Heydrich relatively well, smiled and replied, "The role of the insects isn't something that particularly needs confirmation. I am the Holy Communion Cup, the God-Carrier... your faithful servant."

“As the acting leader, I know exactly what I should do. Can’t Your Highness trust me? This me who is your shadow.”

"Not really."

Reinhardt answered the question quickly and directly.

"As I said before, it is precisely because you are untrustworthy that you are most trustworthy and the most suitable person to act as my proxy. So, the Holy Communion Cup, just continue to have your desires. Although the soup (drama) you have created is hard to swallow, it tastes quite good."

"Of course, Karl and I have our opinions on this aspect of you, so don't disappoint us. Just continue with your madness, hehe..."

Echoing the laughter that resounded throughout the Black Round Table Hall, an unusual spiritual pressure enveloped the surroundings.

The priest and the countless spectators who were watching with bated breath seemed to feel as if the golden, supreme universe was overflowing in the area, making them feel as if they were being crushed, suffocated and in pain.

To a wild beast, this is nothing more than taking away and pampering a beloved pet; to a priest kneeling on the ground, it is like the hand of a giant pressing down.

However, he himself has probably become accustomed to this absolute power disparity.

He remained completely at ease under immense pressure that would likely cause a brain explosion in an ordinary person.

"So, you mean I can still command the battles that follow?" the priest asked expressionlessly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Didn't I say it's up to you? Do as you please."

Reinhardt chuckled with amusement and said, "If your methods are interesting, or in the end... that's possible, but..."

Halfway through his sentence, there was a sudden, mocking, and prankish pause. The beast spoke to the priest, who hadn't even looked up.

"Want to take a gamble?"

"...A bet?" Father Valyria asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it refers to the thing that can be replaced."

Reinhardt spoke in a code word only the priest could understand, affirming and granting the other's request, and then asked with interest:

"What is your view on the current situation?"

"So......"

Upon hearing this, the priest carefully considered the intelligence and developments in his mind. At the very least, he needed to report on the deputy leader's replacement and the agent of Lord Grey.

"The lady who danced with you doesn't care about us, or rather, she doesn't pay attention to us. She probably only has eyes for you. She won't stop our actions, and the other one hasn't joined the dance."

"Hahaha, this doesn't mean I'm popular, but I really look forward to those two ladies who fascinate me dancing together again." Reinhardt laughed heartily, but the terrifying spiritual pressure that intensified with his emotions made the priests present suffer.

"They are such beautiful ladies, so tragic, so noble, so passionate, so worthy of love, with their fiery swords and unstoppable fists... I will dance with them again, but I will never tire of the reunion."

"Then you will probably have another dance partner. The deputy leader is growing very quickly by that person's side."

Father Valyria thought of Fujii Ren's growth, which was nothing compared to his [Creation] rank.

But since they are the ones who grow stronger by Skadi's side, it's not the Black Round Table who should be worried about her growth.

Given that Skadi is such a formidable opponent, and that she seems to care so much about Ren Fujii, the surprises she reveals are unlikely to disappoint them.

But that's precisely why the beast's next line made the priest wonder if he had misheard.

"Then, I'll go for a turn."

"...What a joke!" The priest's face twitched slightly.

Father Valyria was not unaware that his own leader, this monster, would act on his own, and that this would lead to certain consequences.

Is that what you think?

It felt like a wild beast was laughing happily.

The other party is merely a phantom-level existence; the priest can only intervene in the true form for a few minutes or less.

Even so, it's still dangerous, and the shadow is about to leave the stage at this point.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a dimensional reduction attack. Whether it's Fujii Ren or the priest, everything he wants to do will undergo unpredictable changes due to Reinhardt's fate.

"...Does even this ritual have to be disrupted, Lord?"

"That's why I was saying earlier, 'Should we take a gamble?'"

The priest had unknowingly forgotten his manners, and the beastly voice, as if mocking the priest who had raised his head, carried a certain passion.

"I want to see your methods, check on my friends' condition, and also find out how effective Karl's proxy is. Let me see for myself," Reinhardt said like a playful, greedy child. "It's just curiosity. I don't doubt your report, but if it's weak, the rest is up to you. But—"

That being said, at that moment, the priest felt a murderous urge to break down.

My whole body trembled, and over time, fear welled up from within me.

Reinhardt was serious; if any of those lowlifes like Starscream were at a ball that caught his attention...

"If there are still idiots, just eat them on the spot. As for unexpected things, I will surpass them with my friends."

Father Valyria was speechless.

"What's wrong, Holy Communion Cup? Do you really want me to go to sleep?"

“…Not really.”

In any case, the outcome isn't a big problem. If Reinhardt were to finish the whole thing all at once, everything he desired would just be a mirage.

“Then I will make the preparations. You may leave everything to me until then,” Father Valyria said cautiously, while considering his own mindset and the possible scenarios he could envision. But the answer was already clear.

So, in this situation, what should you do to best benefit yourself?

Unfortunately, there probably isn't another way.

It seems that the family games with Theresa are coming to an end.

This might be a bit unfriendly to that Fujii Ren, since the big boss suddenly barged into the early stages of the beginner village, and Skadi probably didn't have time to take care of him.

Hearing this, the audience became tense for Fujii Ren, whose leader, who had made the priests so careful with their words, had personally said he was going to step down on stage.

To make a monster submit and revere, and even kneel as its subordinate, one can imagine just how extraordinary its terror must be.

【Gap Witch】: The leader of the Black Round Table is about to leave the scene, and I feel that what will happen next is even more unimaginable.

[World Destroyer]: Well, just sensing the presence of the number one being at the Black Round Table makes me absolutely not want to meet him.

[Kabuto]: Just as no one likes to encounter disaster, even a misty illusion has an aura that one really doesn't want to get close to.

【Vehicle Killer】: It can make the Black Round Table, which gathers a group of monsters, bow down. It must be that it is superior to them in terms of power.

【DIO】: Hehe, I see. The fact that this priest, who is quite powerful, is so respectful is quite obvious information.

[Lord of Hueco Mundo]: Moreover, this priest, as the acting commander, has his own personal wishes, which may be no different from those of the Black Rebels.

[Guest of the Hall of Rebirth]: However, the leader of the Black Round Table implied in his words that he knew the priest was untrustworthy and roughly knew what he was going to do, yet he still indicated that he would not stop him, as if...

[The Bard]: It was as if he knew from the beginning that what the other person desired was impossible to achieve. Was it a hint given to him by that so-called premonition?

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Following Fate, Crimson Agent—Shana

The leader of the Black Round Table, who has never officially appeared, told his deputy that he wanted to personally take part in the event. The audience also learned from Starscream that the transmutation circle in Suwahara City was originally set up to welcome back the leader and deputy leader of the Black Round Table.