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The female assassin showed a confused expression.

When she saw that Xiel no longer showed any refusal, she didn't know what to do.

Or rather, this is the agent of the Holy Church.

Did she also know the King of Britain?

"As a Master, there is no basic magical connection between you and your Servant, and you don't even have the authority to command the Command Seals.

Furthermore, since even the servants do not recognize your Mastership, it seems that the issue has been concluded."

Hiel faced Jesta and passed judgment.

For a moment, he stared at the assault rifle inscribed with the Holy Word in her hand, and the female assassin staring at her eagerly.

Jesta's situation was almost precarious.

If you continue to stay here, you will probably be killed.

However, the entire hospital was surrounded by the square barrier, and he had nowhere to escape even if he wanted to.

"Tsk, damned Agent... why did he have to be so ungrateful and ruin my plans!"

Jesta glared at Hiel.

Now, he only has one plan to implement.

Otherwise, there is no way to survive.

If we can utilize Tsubaki Uzumaki to trigger the characteristics of his servant, we might even be able to overturn the table and disrupt the rules.

For Jesta, not doing so would mean certain death.

Although there are great risks in doing it, there is a good chance of survival.

In comparison, everyone knows how to choose.

When he was about to take action.

Another person's voice interrupted it.

"It's been a while since we last met, but you really do enjoy playing cat and mouse, Xiyeer."

When did the fourth person step in here?

No one noticed.

At the same time as hearing this voice, Xier showed a very complex and subtle expression.

There were sighs, disgust, aversion, and surprise.

In short, none of them are good emotions.

It was as if the object that arrived was a walking disaster, leaving people with only a bad and chaotic impression.

"You and Noelle are hiding something from me, right? Didn't we agree that we won't play tricks like this anymore?"

"El...Quite..."

Her golden hair shone brightly in the moonlight.

A pure and graceful body without any trace of filth.

Although she is a princess of the night, her appearance reminds people of a girl in the sunshine of day.

But, she is obviously not like that now.

Elquet exudes a different atmosphere than before.

“If I hadn’t come to Snowfield City, I don’t know how long I would have wandered around other countries.

You and Noel seem to know where Moran is? You know, but you don't plan to tell me? "

There was a strong resentment in Elquet's words.

Ever since waking up in Millennium City.

She traveled to various countries to look for Moran, searching bit by bit by reading the memories of the earth.

I've been to Japan, France, and Germany.

Finally, I went to Britain.

However, they were almost all a step too late, and only after arriving in Snowfield City could they clearly sense Moran's presence.

"Arquette, weren't you having a lot of fun wandering around? Many of the countries you visited were struggling to keep their secrets hidden because of you."

"Ahem, can't I just relax?

Besides, this is both of your fault! Just tell me where Moran is. Why would I go to all this trouble?

In the end, you all just want to monopolize Moran! Xier, you are much more despicable than me! "

"Eh? You're calling me mean... Are you planning on informing Altruci? She's still your sister after all."

“Grr…!?”

For a moment, the air was deadly heavy.

Two beautiful figures, one blue and one gold, were glaring at each other fiercely. The pressure they exuded made the Dead Apostles and Heroic Spirits tremble.

Especially the Dead Apostle Jesta.

Everyone knows the name of the True Ancestor Princess Elquet.

The other party is the pinnacle of the Dead Apostles world.

In the eyes of many Dead Apostles, she is a monster far more terrifying than the Holy Church and an unfathomable darling of the planet.

Once upon a time more than a thousand years ago.

She didn't know how many Fallen True Ancestors she had slaughtered, and the number of Dead Apostles she had killed was countless.

If Moran were here, he would have a worse stomachache than anyone else.

Now, the female assassin and Jesta saw that Elquet and Xier were throwing dirty water at each other.

Just like children swearing at each other.

And the center of this topic seems to be a man?

The True Ancestor Princess and the Agent Sister are fighting over a man?

Jesta felt a little dizzy.

If this was true, he didn't know whether the world had gone crazy or he had gone crazy first.

Central Hospital, first floor lobby.

As the silver blade gleamed, time in the hall stood still.

The person who broke the long silence was the man held at knifepoint.

"Lorelai, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to rebel against me? If this is a joke, I wouldn't mind playing along. After all, teaching subordinates is part of leading people."

The man who looked like Moran was calm and composed.

Still maintaining that frivolous and casual attitude.

Some of the choir members around were shaken, their expressions twitching, and they obviously wanted to step forward and say something.

Whether it is from 010 behavior or tone.

Those were all kings they were familiar with.

Why would Lady Lorelei, their leader, draw her sword against the King? Could it be that the Clock Tower is rebelling against Britain?

The choir members hesitated for a moment.

On one side is the supreme king, and on the other side are the adults who are to be followed.

"Amazing! He's exactly like our king. From his casual demeanor to his frivolous tone, he's exactly like him."

"Because, I am myself."

"No, the real King has already gone to the building where your Master is. And no matter how well you imitate, there are still some things you can't imitate."

Although Lorelai didn't give a reason.

But, she could be so sure.

As early as the beginning of the Holy Grail War, Moran gave his personal tokens to those close to him.

——A blood bead composed of the principle blood ring.

Although he cannot transform people into followers like Noyer can, he can still protect people secretly.

Kenneth also had a drop on him.

The blood beads formed by this principle blood ring not only have the above functions, but can also distinguish the true and false between enemies and friends.

Lorelai was so sure that the person in front of her was not Moran.

I just didn't sense the principle of his blood ring.

The person before them was merely a thief who had disguised himself as Moran, attempting to steal the king's authority and deceive them.

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An extremely strong pressure emanated from Lorelai.

The man who looked like Moran nodded and said:

"I see. I understand now. The Principle Blood Ring... something beyond the capabilities of a Heroic Spirit, I lack the ability to copy. Even if I could, it would take an inordinate amount of time. It seems your King truly possesses foresight."

The man didn't get angry when his plan was discovered.

He just stood there and spoke with great emotion, allowing Lorelai to put the blade on his neck.

"Of course. Our king is the embodiment of Great Britain, the one who leads us into the future. How could others easily see through that?"

Lorelai's eyes sparkled with pride.

Full of respect and love for the king to whom he is loyal.

Viewing it as the only sun and believing in it, such belief is a treasure no matter where you are.

"...Hmm?"

Suddenly, Lorelai noticed something strange.

Dozens of doctors, nurses, and patients walked out of the corridors and stairwells connecting to the hall.

They stared at the choir with cold eyes.

As early as the very beginning, the choir gave hints to the people in the hospital and set up a barrier to block cognition.

They found the choir to be unusual.

There is only one reason to explain the current situation.

That is, these guys are not ordinary people!

"Everyone on alert! Meet the enemy!"

The members of the choir immediately formed a battle formation.

They were like a pack of battle-hardened wolves. In the blink of an eye, they took on the enemy's stance and pointed their swords at the enemy.

These fifty people are all the elite among the elites.

They were all led to the extreme by the queen.

"You, aren't you worried about your Master?"

"Of course I'm worried. But, I can't get out until the barrier is lifted, right? If anything goes wrong, the Master will use Command Seals on me. If the situation really gets to the point where even Command Seals are useless, then being teleported there won't be any use, right?"

The man made his words very clear.

By previously disguising himself as a member of the choir, he had already read information about the King of Britain.

The opponent's strength was far beyond Jack's imagination.

His ability is not enough to confront Moran head-on.

If it really came to the point where Kiritsugu had to use the Command Seal to summon him, all Jack could do was take Kiritsugu and escape.