The young police officer’s na was John Wingard.
From a young age, he had a special feeling about the police profession.
His deceased mother, like him, had worked as a police officer.
When he was still too young to really understand, he witnessed his mother’s end on television.
John’s father imdiately turned off the TV, not wanting his son to see the scene of his mother surrounded by flas—but that mont of fire was deeply imprinted in John’s heart.
To comfort John, who had lost his mother,
his father chose to tell John stories about his mother whenever he couldn’t sleep.
Although this wasn’t a wrong choice as a father,
it also led John down the sa path his mother had taken, and he beca an ideal police officer.
No, it could be said to be a curse.
John didn’t discover until he was an adult that his father was a magus.
At the sa ti as the truth was revealed, he was also told that he had been sold to the country by his father in a transaction.
Even though the United States was a powerful country, compared to the Holy Church and the Mage’s Association, the United States was always a few steps behind in dealing with the mysterious.
Things like taking in magical talents.
It wasn’t a strange thing for the United States.
John was afraid of magecraft.
Because from the mont he discovered magecraft, he, who had originally believed in science, realized that many unsolved cases had mysterious figures behind them.
He could understand the concept that magecraft should be hidden.
However, John couldn’t accept that people’s lives should be used as the price to pay in order to hide magecraft.
When John was confused,
it was Orlando who pointed him in the right direction.
–The unreasonable things caused by rules beyond cognition can also be solved by thods beyond cognition.
After that, John was promoted to the direct unit through continuous efforts.
And was dispatched to Snowfield City to deal with the Holy Grail War.
He still rembered what Orlando had told them at that ti, the shocking truth about this Holy Grail War.
"This city is about to beco a battlefield for magi. Since the country is taking action, this war is bound to be unstoppable."
"Fighting against the country is also a path, but that is a foolish ans worse than having no plan."
"In that case, what we should do is to maneuver around the war and continue to maintain order. We can only prove to magi all over the world that there are guards here who protect the boundary between the world and the world of magecraft."
"Rember. If we fail, the worst situation is that 800,000 citizens will be sacrificed."
When he learned that the country was manipulating this matter,
what John felt was incomprehension and anger.
Using 800,000 citizens as pawns for holding the Holy Grail War, could a country that committed such cruel acts still be considered a country?!
John wanted to try to stop it.
However, he realized that it was too late. The United States had been planning the Snowfield City Holy Grail War for half a century.
This was by no ans sothing he could overturn alone.
On the other hand, Orlando’s idea was the most reasonable.
They had to control the developnt trend of the Holy Grail War and suppress all situations before the citizens were hard.
If they could do it, John believed it would be proof.
As long as they could control the power of the top-tier familiar "Heroic Spirit," just being there would greatly restrain the magi and prevent them from acting rashly.
However, John was still too naive.
As a magus with little experience, he didn’t understand the cruelty of the mysterious, nor had he seen true monsters.
Just like, at this mont.
The King of Britain, who far surpassed the Dead Apostle Jester, easily played the police in the palm of his hand.
"Oh? Not running away? If you run away now, you might still have a chance. It’s not impossible for to rcifully spare your lives."
Like a devil throwing candy.
Moran scanned the police officers who could still stand, with a relaxed smile on his face that didn’t reveal any hostility.
However, no one wanted to run away.
Seeing this scene, Moran seed to frown in dissatisfaction, but deep in his eyes, a hint of appreciation erged.
"Hoh? No one wants to run?"
As soon as Moran finished speaking, John stood up and said, "Haa... If I think about it calmly... of course I want to run. After all, no matter how hard we struggle, we can’t win against you. Fighting will only lead to death."
"Of course, you can’t win against ."
Moran stated as if stating a truth.
His tone didn’t contain a trace of arrogance, and the police officers could only swallow their anger at the facts.
"Yeah... we can’t win against you... but that’s not a reason for us to back down. Rather than dying, letting a monster like you roam the city and putting 800,000 citizens at risk of death... I think choosing to survive in that way is the most terrifying!"
The mont he said these words,
as if the words were imbued with power, the blade in John’s hand humd and trembled, as if responding to its master.
This detail was so small that it was hard to notice.
The police officers, whose spirits were worn down to an unbelievable extent, didn’t notice it, but that didn’t an Moran and Orlando couldn’t see it.
It was a sign of approaching True Na Release!
Even John himself didn’t realize that the magical power in his body was gradually expanding, beginning to break free from the realm of humans.
However, this didn’t an they could launch a counterattack.
Orlando knew that even if John truly beca a Heroic Spirit, he might not have the qualifications to fight Moran.
The difference was only from a tiny ant
to a slightly larger ant.
What’s more, John’s body was in terrible condition right now. One arm had been cut off, and he had varying degrees of injuries all over his body.
He was completely holding on with courage.
It could be said that his whole body had been destroyed, just waiting for Moran to co and deliver the final blow.
"Oh... is it them?"
Suddenly, the grim atmosphere dissipated.
Moran looked up at the corridor on the third floor and smiled, "You guys are lucky, you got your lives back."
There, two figures erged.
It was Kayneth and Richard, who were openly breaking out of prison, and they had already arrived in the hall.
Hearing the sounds of fighting,
Richard poked his head out from the third floor, secretly observing the situation in the hall with great curiosity.
However, the mont he saw the center of the hall,
his expression froze.
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