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Well, it’s too complicated to explain, so Moran chose not to explain it for the time being.

On TV, the blonde woman was too out of line.

Given her striking beauty, the reporter had planned to continue the interview.

However, when the reporter noticed some movement in the direction of the opera house, he stopped questioning the woman and simply said thank you and ran away.

"The police team that entered the theater earlier is now out! It seems they have arrested someone! Could it be that the explosion at the opera house wasn't an accident, but a deliberate act?"

Television cameras will broadcast the people coming out of the scene to the entire Snowfield area through live broadcasts.

The person reflected was the young man wearing clothing from the wrong era who was handcuffed by the police and walked out of the theater.

Meanwhile, northwest of Snowfield.

Kozman Special Correctional Center.

"...How could it be that something went wrong with the summoning of the most important Saber... That's the area Francesca was involved in, right? Could it be that her old problem has come back?"

Fadius received a report from his subordinates.

The British monarch broke into the opera house and took away the heroic spirit that was supposed to be summoned by their United States.

It is unclear how Britain obtained the intelligence.

However, first we need to deal with the matter of the stolen Heroic Spirit.

He, a civil servant, had important matters to attend to. "It's me. I'll say the opera house incident was caused by a fire accident involving paint used in the renovation project..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but interrupt the conversation.

"Excuse me, I'll contact you later."

Fadius cuts off the call.

His gaze turned to one of the countless screens monitoring Xueyuan City.

That was a live broadcast from cable TV in the city.

Then, when he saw the person reflected on the screen, he first suspected that he had fallen into an illusion cast by a hostile magician and was seeing an illusion.

Perhaps the more familiar a magus with the Holy Grail War is, the more likely he or she will have the same doubts.

Regardless, although it was a cable TV station limited to broadcasting within the city—the live broadcast showed genuine Heroic Spirits.

The mystery that was supposed to remain hidden was brought to the big screen.

The magician was completely stunned.

Chapter 554: Public Speech by the Imprisoned Heroic Spirit [Subscribe! Flowers!]

The crowd gathered around the opera house.

They looked at the man wearing noble armor, who seemed to have traveled through time and space to the present world.

Everyone was talking to each other and it was very noisy.

Considering the location of the opera house, everyone thought that the man should be an actor in the opera house.

A few hours ago, an oil pipeline exploded in the desert.

Maybe it was a gas leak this time too.

Reporters and the public all subconsciously thought so, thinking that this was most likely an accident.

However, the man who was about to be taken away by the police jumped onto the roof of the tallest fire truck while handcuffed.

He relies entirely on leg strength.

He jumped onto the roof with just this, and the onlookers exclaimed in surprise.

The police officers picked up their stun guns and pointed them at the man.

"Listen up, people! I have an announcement!"

The man's voice resounded incredibly far away.

If there were a magician here, he would understand that he was using magic to make the sound spread more widely.

"I am deeply ashamed of having destroyed this inviolable opera house, a place where poetry and stories have been recited and performed since its construction. This is all my fault, and I will not defend myself."

The sound spread in a strange form447.

It was as if the whole world was speaking, strangely lacking in reality, yet possessing absolute coercive power.

"However, in lieu of excuses, I pledge to you all! I swear to our great ancestor of chivalry, Moran Pendragon, and to the songs that linger in my homeland—the triumphal songs of the great knights! I will stake my own honor to pay for the destruction of this opera house!"

There was no hint of charm or mind manipulation in the man's voice.

However, the people listened silently.

If someone else said something like this, others would just laugh it off as if they were crazy.

For some reason, the words uttered by this man carried an inexplicable power and an incredible sense of fantasy that shook the hearts of the people and made them lose their minds and focus.

That is the charm that belongs only to the king.

However, more people believe that this is just an excuse the man used to save face after destroying the opera house.

"Thank you for listening! I pray that your lives will be filled with the most beautiful songs!"

Only silence lingered at the scene.

However, the man didn't care at all. He let out a sigh of satisfaction.

It's like a huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders.

He leaped back to the police.

Then, Kenneth, who looked confused, got into the police car and was escorted back to the police station together.

Those people simply cannot understand.

The sheer amount of information received in just a few minutes made Kenneth sit in the car for a long time before he came to his senses.

Although it only took a few minutes, for the citizens of Snowfield, the mysterious man's speech and the blonde woman's presence became a very memorable event that was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

This was true not only for the onlookers at the scene, but also for those who heard the man's voice through cable TV.

And even the magi who witnessed this scene through their familiars or surveillance cameras were also affected.

Programs broadcast on television.

Moran, the Tohsaka sisters, and a group of wives also saw the confession speech made by the godly man with his chest puffed out.

It doesn't matter if it's just a speech.

The key point is that among the people mentioned by the man in his speech, one of them was Moran's name.

"Hahahaha! Absolutely brilliant! I never thought there would be such a talented person among the British kings of later generations! I'm dying of laughter!"

Mordred slapped his thigh and laughed.

Tears welled up from the corners of my eyes.

"Ugh... t-this is too embarrassing...! What on earth was that king thinking?! This is utterly humiliating! Is he trying to make Britain a laughingstock?! This is outrageous!"

Mary clenched her fists angrily.

Her cheeks were red, as if she was angry.

There is no gap without comparison.

As expected, Moran, whom she serves now, is better. The heroic spirit on TV is too outrageous.

To the extent that Mary couldn't remember which generation of British king it was.

Giving a public speech while handcuffed and like a prisoner is simply bringing shame to Britain!

She now felt ashamed and annoyed.

Since the British admired every generation of kings, they would basically make certain modifications and beautifications to the life stories of each generation of kings after their death.

Therefore, it is not possible to determine the identity at a glance.

At least she couldn't recognize the heroic spirit.

"It's really interesting... Such an interesting guy has emerged among the younger generation, and they're using my name to announce it..."

Moran whispered with amusement.

He didn't feel as embarrassed as Mary did. Instead, he felt that the man was principled through his speech.

As a king, he is qualified.

Moran also knew the identity of this junior.

"King! We can't let him go on like this! It will be too late if Britain's reputation is ruined!"

Mary said to Moran hastily.

However, Moran just smiled faintly, patted her little head and said soothingly, "Okay, okay. I'll make time to meet him later... Actually, I think he's quite interesting."

"Wang! You can't learn bad habits from him!"

Although Mary respected the British kings of all generations.

But, if you have to make a choice.

She would only choose Moran in front of her, because only Moran was the king that she, Olga Marie, served.

"After that, I have to go to the police station~"

The corners of Moran's mouth rose slightly.

Watching the live broadcast footage that was repeatedly broadcast, the king gave a graceful speech in front of several cameras.

Really, it makes people laugh.

Especially when he thought that this guy was his successor, Moran didn't know what to say.

Is it okay to boast that your offspring are talented enough to go to prison?

What kind of prison-type servant is this? A pure prison-style youth.

This is too cruel a punishment. It makes people feel like they are in handcuffs just by looking at it.

"You, you actually swore an oath in the name of the first king... Do you know what this means? From which era of Great Britain are you a Heroic Spirit...?!"

Kenneth's forehead wrinkled into a shape of a "川" (river character).

He tried to think about who had been summoned.

You know, not everyone can swear an oath in the name of the first king.

Only the British understand the meaning of this.

Because, to the British, it is really not empty talk.

It does have certain constraints.

"I originally wanted to tell you these things, Master... It seems that you are indeed British. In that case, it would be better for me to directly reveal my identity. It will be easier for you to understand later."

The man showed a serious expression.

Kenneth also realized that the man was serious.

Immediately, he mobilized the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid to activate the technique, setting up an anti-eavesdropping isolation barrier in the back workshop.

Chapter 555: Which King Will It Be? [Subscribe! Flowers!]

"My name is Richard! King of Normandy and Great Britain!"

Richard spoke his real name in a resonant voice.

His bright eyes seemed to be sparkling with brilliance, and one could feel his pride in his past life's deeds from his words.

"But since I'm dead, I should be considered a former monarch and king. Compared to my real name or status, my name, the Lionheart King, should be more widely known..."

To Kenneth who looked dazed.

Richard smiled a mischievous, childlike smile.

In fact, Kayneth guessed that the Servant in front of him was one of the Heroic Spirits who was famous in Britain in the past.