Snowfield, City Center, Crystal Hill.
Due to the battle between Enkidu and Brunestud, and the influence of Ishtar forging a temple outside the forest,
the police departnt had to make a difficult choice.
After being caught up in the bounded field by the Pale Rider, they understood how vulnerable they were in this Holy Grail War.
In order to uphold their initial oath,
and stand on the side of justice,
they sent an alliance request to Britain, hoping to overco the upcoming difficulties together.
To that end, the police force arrived at the tallest and most luxurious building in Snowfield.
In reality, for the police officers,
their feelings were mixed.
In the beginning, they were crushed like ants by Moran, with all mbers beaten to the ground.
Originally, they hoped to turn the tables later on.
But the subsequent Holy Grail War beca increasingly fierce.
The "monster of twenty-eight people" understood how ridiculous his thoughts were. Attempting to fight against these true monsters with the power of mortals would most likely result in death along the way.
Not everyone could create miracles like John.
"...You want to form an alliance with ?"
Moran said with a faint smile.
His frivolous attitude aroused the anger of the police officers.
Originally, they were unwilling to submit to the terrifying monster who had once invaded the police station. If Chief Orlando hadn’t given the order, most of them probably wouldn’t have chosen to co here.
However, the police officers’ thoughts seed to be seen through.
Lorelei snorted: "Hmph, standing before you is the supre king of Britain. The embodint of our Great Britain.
If it weren’t for His Majesty’s instructions, your disrespectful attitude alone would have been enough to warrant death a thousand tis over. Don’t forget, you are the ones seeking His Majesty’s power."
As if waking up from a nightmare,
the police officers saw Moran’s unchanging faint smile, and the strangeness they vaguely felt.
Subconsciously, their minds recalled the events within the bounded field.
The King of Light swept away the calamity of death.
The golden radiance was so dazzling that it could lt people’s bone marrow and souls, beautiful to the point of being terrifying.
Returning to their senses, the backs of the people were soaked in cold sweat.
Their anger was extinguished as if doused with cold water.
"I apologize, there was a failure in discipline, please forgive us."
Among them, Chief Orlando was the only one who could look Moran in the eye and speak normally.
"Hehe, I’m not one to hold grudges. A gift forced upon soone who doesn’t want it is no different from a disaster. I understand such things. So, it’s considered mutually offset.
Let’s get back to the matter of you wanting to form an alliance with us...
Regarding this matter, Chief Orlando, don’t you think we can’t form an alliance at all? This is an unequal trade."
"..."
Orlando fell silent in the face of this question.
Moran wasn’t in a hurry either.
He scrutinized the police chief with an interested gaze, maintaining an attitude similar to looking at an interesting wild animal.
This ti, the police officers who ca along didn’t express their opinions.
They just clenched their fists.
The police officers were well aware that this king was far beyond their own existence, and they understood that the positions of the two sides were almost worlds apart.
But, there were also things that the people couldn’t give up.
Having participated in the Holy Grail War with the determination to die, they couldn’t accept being seen as so worthless.
"Then how do you think this transaction should be conducted?"
"Hehe, that depends on how much you are willing to pay—beco people of my Great Britain.
You can think of it as making a deal with the devil.
I don’t mind being the bad guy either.
Judging from your current situation, you’ve probably reached a point where you can’t continue without borrowing power from the devil, right?"
Moran casually proposed the deal.
Orlando’s pupils shrank involuntarily.
If they were to beco people of Great Britain just like that, it would an that even if they won in this Holy Grail War, the ownership of the Greater Grail would still belong to Britain.
It was almost tantamount to giving up the Holy Grail War.
The information in Moran’s words also made Orlando extrely concerned, as if he knew that the US higher-ups had abandoned them.
"Take your ti to consider, there’s no need to rush, I have plenty of ti."
Moran was leisurely from beginning to end...
Because, for him,
the police departnt’s "monster of twenty-eight people" was just a pasti to find amusent in his spare ti.
He might help those who caught his attention on a whim.
But, he might also do nothing.
Even if the other party t with destruction, or welcod glory, Moran would only see it as an interesting story.
The aning of that ending only belonged to the person involved.
And he was just an audience mber.
If asked how Moran viewed the police departnt now, he had more of an appreciative attitude.
In this battlefield that transcended human intelligence, these mortals still couldn’t abandon the ethics and morals that humans should have.
In order to uphold their beliefs, they chose to stand before an enemy who had once humiliated them, seeking help.
Such a scene is truly interesting.
And these people are also so-called magi.
However, they are of a different kind.
Moran, of course, generously offers praise for their steadfast adherence to their beliefs and humanity.
Therefore, he allows the audience and their disrespect.
This disrespect is also a part of human brilliance.
It is further proof that they have not forgotten their own beliefs.
Therefore, Moran will not be angry.
Although it may be due to the vast difference in their levels, he even finds their disrespect to be so adorable.
Such feelings do arise.
But this is also the truth.
"...I, Orlando Reeve, leading twenty-eight monsters under my command, am willing to swear allegiance to you, the supre King of Britain—I implore you to grant us the glory of victory!"
Orlando is a seasoned magus.
He understands the assessnt of the situation better than anyone.
At the sa ti, he understands that this is the only way to ensure that his beliefs are not shattered and to continue moving forward.
Even if he doesn’t know where the road ahead leads.
But looking at the king before him.
What he saw was Moran’s kingly power displayed in this war, and the majesty that was enough to make all things submit.
So, he chose to take his n on a gamble.
A bold gamble to uphold their beliefs.
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