The most difficult to control was Britain.
Faldeus noticed that they were making big moves in Snowfield.
But he couldn’t stop them alone.
The one who ca here was the British King, and even the White House hadn’t given him a reply yet.
If he made a rash decision, it might cause a diplomatic incident.
Although Faldeus was one of the masterminds behind the Holy Grail War, there were too many things here that he couldn’t control.
"Things have progressed to this point, victory must be firmly in our hands... Too many hidden dangers are a big problem. However, I still have to do everything I can to reduce the problems. Bazdilot is very dangerous..."
Faldeus wanted to create an opportunity for victory.
To this end, he turned his attention to the Scladio family, who were currently disloyal to the country and even attempted to usurp their master.
Faldeus couldn’t afford to offend Britain.
However, the Scladio family was supported by the United States.
They were no longer bound by the results of the Holy Grail War. If this continued, the reins in the hands of the United States would be released sooner or later, thereby cultivating a dragon that would devour itself.
The evidence was that the White House’s deploynt against the Scladio family had failed, and even with the total combat power, they still lacked the ans to stop them.
The Scladio not only had the technology to turn humans into magical crystals, but also the black mud given by Francesca.
If these were shared with other magi by the Scladio family, their strength would greatly increase.
Although they should be able to contain the Clock Tower or the Holy Church by then... but similarly, the governnt would not be able to control them.
Therefore, Faldeus had to deal with the hidden dangers that could be resolved, and missing a step might an missing a good opportunity.
Fortunately, his Servant had been summoned a day ago.
Now was the ti for the assassin to act.
"There’s no one here. May I speak directly, Assassin?"
Faldeus walked to his doll workshop.
This was the safest place he believed.
"...Speak forth, the calamity that tornts you."
The assassin seed to have known about Faldeus’s troubles for a long ti.
The lights in the workshop went out as a sign of arrival.
The assassin’s figure could not be seen with the naked eye.
As if the other party was the embodint of the darkness in front of him, the wriggling shadow made Faldeus tremble.
"I..."
Just as Faldeus was about to speak, the voice stopped him one step ahead: "...Once you take this step, there is no turning back."
The pressure of darkness was gradually increasing.
The assassin, like a demon who had signed a life-and-death contract with his master, constantly put pressure on his master.
"Do you have a belief worth severing human life?
...It is best to rember that when belief becos false, the curse will all return to you, and then devour everything. If you are so prepared, then speak... the na of the calamity."
The assassin asked the master as if making a final confirmation.
Bearing the heavy pressure comparable to the arrival of the Grim Reaper, Faldeus took a deep breath, his eyes still extrely firm, unchanged:
"—Galvarosso Scladio.
Assassin, the first thing you have to kill is not a Heroic Spirit or a magus, but an ordinary human who can be easily killed as long as he lacks magical protection."
Faldeus gave the assassin the first order, and also explained so precautions.
In a normal Holy Grail War, if a Master chooses to summon an Assassin, he will definitely summon one of the Old n of the Mountain.
——Hassan-i-Sabbah.
The word Assassin is the dium to summon them.
However, the Snowfield Holy Grail War is not normal, and the False Assassin is not the leader of the successive Hassan.
She is a fanatical believer in the Hassan sect.
Until now, Faldeus only knew that his Servant was called Hassan-i-Sabbah. He knew nothing else.
He hadn’t even seen the other person’s appearance.
Every ti they t, the assassin was like a ghost without a physical body, a nihilistic darkness to the naked eye.
He had never heard of an Old Man of the Mountain like this.
However, this Hassan’s concealnt ability was terrifyingly strong, as if he had rged with the world.
Faldeus still didn’t know the truth.
Of course, he would never have imagined—
This Hassan, who had transford into darkness, had once climbed on foot to the depths of thousands of mountains and valleys, reaching the holy temple in the gap between the underworld and the world.
His past had long since lted into the abyss of nothingness.
In the Throne of Heroes that carves the deeds of Heroic Spirits in the world, his past was also uniquely missing.
Even if the mory of the planet cannot be truly concealed, even if the world is aware of it, if no one can recognize it, it is the sa as non-existence.
At the end of his life’s journey, he ca to the holy temple.
He t that supre person.
——The first Hassan.
It was also at that ti that he chose to beco the shadow of this venerable one, turning into a shadow left in this world.
The man had erased his na.
If he really wanted to give him a na that could be called, then only one word could call him...
Its na is - Hassan of the Fathomless Rift!
Snowfield, city center, Crystal Hill.
Currently, Lorelei is serving Moran, relaying and explaining the intelligence gathered by MI6.
"Oh? That kid Faldeus, he entered the puppet workshop? And issued instructions to the assassin?"
"Through the spells set up by MI6, we can confirm this, but... regarding the specific situation of the assassin..."
Lorelei paused here.
From her hesitant appearance, it can be seen that she didn’t achieve much in this regard.
The most sophisticated intelligence unit in Britain was mobilized.
Combined with the Clock Tower’s most outstanding mysteries, and the British governnt’s excellent modern technology.
In the end, they couldn’t even see the shadow of the opponent’s Servant.
Even though spells had been planted in Faldeus’ body, such a problem still occurred.
This really made Lorelei angry.
As a perfectionist, she couldn’t accept it.
This war is to spread the na of Britain far and wide, and to show the world Moran’s kingly deanor.
What is needed is a complete victory!
Just like the forr king’s great defeat of the magical dragon Vortigern, pursuing complete victory is Lorelei’s standard.
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