I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The witch seemed to have grown tired of the tedious enjoyment and left the scene, which was now nothing but bloodstains.

Only one thing remained, a feeling that, though slightly unsettling in the silence and darkness, was nonetheless absolutely certain.

Tonight, the third transmutation altar will open here; this is an undeniable fact.

Moreover, this is a self-evident fact that everyone can perceive.

Those who understand will understand. If ordinary people have extraordinary senses, then the massive burst of light from their souls, which cannot be dulled by such things, is like fireworks exploding for their quiet waiting.

"Humph......"

Wilhelm stood alone on the Suwahara Bridge, watching the fireworks of his soul drift away in the direction of the club, and it's hard to know what he was thinking.

Because this reality is strange: the hot-blooded Earl of Piercing, a believer in blood and tyranny.

Considering his personality, he should have volunteered to participate in this trial.

But he didn't take any action, accepting the role of remaining silent and inactive, which can only be described as peculiar.

Furthermore, it's strange that he didn't show any anger despite all this.

Although he wasn't exactly calm, he didn't seem particularly angry either, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking.

"So, what exactly do you want?"

Wilhelm, his face ashen and cold, turned without turning his head and said to the man behind him in a low voice, "You've been following me all day. What are your plans, Lord Chalice?"

As if in response to Wilhelm's cold call, a tall figure immediately appeared behind him, which had been empty.

Valyria Trifa… He appeared behind Wilhelm, a normal smile on his face.

Judging from the dialogue just now, could it be that this man sabotaged Wilhelm's operation?

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to bother you, Bey. If I've upset you, I apologize." Valyria of the Holy Communion smiled and apologized to Wilhelm.

"Unpleasant? Ha... I'm not angry or unhappy."

Wilhelm stared at Valyria with a chilling red light emanating from his crimson eyes behind his sunglasses, and said coldly, "I just feel disgusted."

If this guy were following him around, Wilhelm wouldn't be surprised if he got killed sometime later.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. I just had to go to where you were." Valyria shrugged, saying helplessly, "I didn't expect it to make you so unhappy."

"I feel like I'll be killed if I move behind your back. Even so, I laugh at myself. Holy Grail, what exactly do you want?"

Wilhelm retorted with a cold laugh, his tone filled with undisguised suspicion and disgust.

Although he was a pioneer, he wasn't foolish enough to go berserk when there were suspicious people behind him.

Although he was a man of genuine talent and learning, it was precisely because of this that he paid special attention to the information inside.

Smiling like an old fox, or rather, like a smiling tiger, Valyria still didn't seem inclined to give a direct answer.

"So, I also have business to attend to where you should be... no, well, I came anyway. Although I genuinely wanted to hide, it doesn't seem to work on you. Should I feel ashamed of my unknown identity, or ashamed of myself?"

"Stop beating around the bush with me!" Wilhelm snapped.

Valyria, rebuked in this way, showed a helpless expression and sighed, saying, "Yes, you are very perceptive in this regard. Lisa, the witch, Lionheart, and others are no match for you."

"Praising me for being good at killing is useless."

Wilhelm scoffed, saying that the priest was where he should be... which meant he had to secretly infiltrate the third transmutation altar.

Although it was unclear what he intended to do there, it ultimately did not come to fruition.

The miscalculation was that Wilhelm failed to take action after noticing the stalker, resulting in people holding each other back and creating this situation.

"The witch has reaped the benefits of this operation without lifting a finger," Father Valyria said with a smile, glancing at the location where the third altar had been opened. "However, it's a stroke of luck amidst misfortune; there should still be room to salvage the situation."

"...What's the meaning?"

“This is what makes things convenient for me,” Valyria said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Wilhelm's crimson eyes behind his sunglasses seemed to be saying something—what else could he possibly say?

"Do you think you can use these kinds of words to evade responsibility by bothering me for your own benefit?"

"Although I would love to do it, it seems unlikely."

Father Valyria shrugged, sighed, and slightly opened his cold, sharp eyes to look at Wilhelm, saying:

"Yes, like I said, you are a perceptive person. You have a keen sense of smell, or rather, a keen intuition. Therefore, I believe that it is futile to try to hide things that you are not good at. I would like to say something about this matter."

Upon hearing this, Wilhelm narrowed his eyes and asked what he wanted to ask.

"What exactly did you have Red Spider investigate?"

This sudden question, seemingly unrelated to the matter, actually hits the nail on the head.

Father Valyria's silence eloquently illustrated this point, to which Wilhelm laughed scornfully, saying:

"Hey, I'm really bothered by this. That guy's death is like a suffocation, isn't that what you think?"

“It was Zarathustra who killed him, not me.”

"You're the one who sent him to deal with that brat, aren't you?"

"Yes, I don't deny that."

As he spoke, Father Valyria laughed, his shoulders trembling, and Wilhelm laughed along with him.

"Weren't you going to finish what you were saying, the Holy Communion? Your upbringing, the number of women you've been with, none of that matters, right?"

"Okay, it's about Red Spider, right?"

Seeing that he couldn't change the subject or hide the truth from Valyria, he took his glasses off his face and opened his cold eyes wide, eyes that could erase his kind face and demeanor.

His long, blond hair fluttered in the night wind, obscuring his expression.

Somehow, a shadow inexplicably formed, making the priest in front of me look like a completely different person.

"Babylon, Lisa's child, you should still remember this, right?"

Hearing about something from so long ago, Wilhelm paused for a moment, then replied, "I remember. What does this have to do with you?"

"The first generation of the Sun Prince, it can be said that today is only possible because of its birth."

Father Valyria gazed at the entire city of Suwahara, surveying the remaining number of altars, and continued, “The Undead Creation, the core of this city-scale relic that is the Altar of Transmutation, was created in the past… by the Fountain of Life mechanism under Lord Gray’s command… Yes, it was the long-cherished wish behind it all, and Lisa Brenner beautifully fulfilled it, though it wasn’t complete at the time.”

"Even if not, on the day Berlin and the Second World War completely collapsed, Lord Heydrich and the captains would fly to the 'Castle' to conduct experiments until the complete Sun Child and the transmutation circle appeared, and the substitute for the Vice-Chief played its role... In the sense of attempting to create a holy relic, the first Sun Child was useful, after all, it was just an experiment, so he did not die."

"But have you ever thought about what would have happened if he had died at that time?"

Father Valyria chuckled and revealed a rather significant secret about the Black Round Table.

The truth of the matter puzzled Wilhelm, the berserker, as he never got involved in scheming and intrigue.

Therefore, even if there are questions or doubts, they are always addressed directly.

"What do you mean, 'how'? That's... "

Wilhelm was stunned as he spoke.

Then, after a few seconds of thought, uncontrollable laughter burst forth like a dam breaking.

"Guhahahaha... I see, I see, we're such fools, Valyria."

"There's nothing to be ashamed of; it's a flaw we all share."

Valyria shook his head and laughed, because Intoxication possessed great power, so he saw a higher-level monster and did not notice him.

The beasts are like that, and so are the people who plan all of this.

If you are told that the first one will not die, you will firmly believe that he cannot die.

They didn't consider the possibility of what would happen if he died.

"If the first generation had died back then, there wouldn't have been a second or third generation, and the person behind it all would have been helpless. Why didn't we even discover this?"

Lisa Brenner's children are twins, Valeria said, with blonde and silver hair respectively.

Destiny twins born long ago.

However, it is said that the Silver Sons on the other side destroyed themselves because they could not withstand the load on the city's core.

That's what I heard in Valyria, or so it must be...

"Is the other person really dead? Where is he? If there are remains, what about DNA? If he's still alive, where are he and his descendants? What are they doing now...?"

Was the choice of any character alongside Fujii Ren, who is Zarathustra, truly accidental?

Is this Shambhala, constructed using the magic of the deputy leader's subordinates, going to be selected for such a purpose? No, no, no, that's precisely why it might be so difficult to understand.

but--

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Wilhelm waved his hand dismissively, interrupting Father Valyria; he had lost interest in listening any further.

“I’m not interested in such things, but…Valeria, did you really only notice this recently? My gut feeling is that…”

A few seconds later, their eyes met, and after a while, Father Valyria gave a sad, bitter smile.

"More than my own affairs, for Lisa's sake, I want to talk about the Black Round Table."

Lisa Brenner probably didn't see children separated by death as a good alternative; this is just speculation. She hoped that her children could find ordinary happiness in some distant place unknown to her.

"That's why even my mother's love has been led by the nose by the deputy leader's faction and held back by this transmutation altar... I don't want to tell her if possible, but because of this failure, it has become difficult."

Seemingly moved even by his own reasoning, Father Valyria's eyes revealed an undisguised sorrow.

Almost everyone at the Black Round Table knew about his relationship with Lisa, so whatever interpretation others made was exactly what the priest wanted.

"You mean your mother, right?"

Seeing Wilhelm's suspicious expression, Father Valyria smiled like a benevolent father, then pointed to Wilhelm's stomach and chuckled:

"Shouldn't your mother be here? Can't you remember?"

Each member of the Black Round Table possesses partial intelligence about the others. As a member of the Black Round Table, Wilhelm, a lieutenant, has little information about himself that cannot withstand scrutiny.

Wilhelm understood perfectly what Father Valyria was referring to, so he gave a disapproving snort and said with disgust:

"Anyway, I'm just a bastard born in a garbage dump, I know that. Anyway, I understand what you're doing to some extent, whatever, do whatever you want."

"If there's nothing wrong with this transmutation altar, then what the [core] is has nothing to do with me."

The other person only said that one sentence, then turned and left without looking back, as if the matter was already over.