Although Dumas cooking for everyone was absurd, according to him, it would be a waste not to have a banquet on this rare occasion where so many heroes of this world had gathered.
Finding it very interesting, Moran gave Dumas permission and allowed him to show off his skills. If the British faction hadn’t stopped him, Moran himself might have cooked a dish or two.
The supre King of Britain cooking himself was simply incomprehensible.
Lorelei and the others firmly prevented Moran from doing so, emphasizing that Moran should maintain his dignity.
Being a king in people’s minds wasn’t easy.
Moran just smiled helplessly.
He joked, "That’s your loss; even the taciturn Heracles praised my cooking."
Of course, Dumas’s skills weren’t bad either.
Although he was an author Servant with no combat abilities, his cooking was surprisingly delicious.
The food he prepared with the help of Projection Magecraft truly satisfied everyone present.
The reason he could cook so deliciously was mostly because he had ticulously studied cooking in his lifeti and written about it in his works.
After dinner, everyone rested for the ti being.
This was also an order from Moran.
The final battle was about to begin, and they would end this great Holy Grail War on the day the Aurora Operation arrived.
"This arrangent should be fine. I feel a bit sorry for Ishtar, but it can’t be helped..."
Moran gave instructions to the choir.
The Divine Descent Plan would be launched imdiately.
With Ishtar’s help in transforming the land into the Age of Gods, Britain would also bring a god to the earth.
Of course, what intrigued him the most was the blonde woman who fought Enkidu. He recognized her identity at a glance.
That noble tone, that arrogant deanor, could never belong to Arcueid.
That clumsy girl couldn’t be so dignified. The blonde woman could only be the Moon Princess in Moran’s mories.
"I didn’t expect... she would be so impatient... to forcibly take over Arcueid’s consciousness and manifest..."
Moran couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.
His mories were also brought back to the immaculate castle and the quiet garden filled with moonflowers by that pure white figure.
No one understood Crimson Moon’s thoughts better than him.
"Judging from her using Moonfall, she probably wants to end this Holy Grail War... She’s as reckless as ever."
Moran was a little amused.
In Crimson Moon’s eyes, this lively Holy Grail War was likely just a trivial farce that didn’t need much attention.
If one were to approach it from the perspective of her wanting to end the Holy Grail War, one could understand why she "disappeared."
She was definitely still in Snowfield City, but that didn’t an Crimson Moon wanted to change her plan to destroy the Holy Grail War.
"Most likely, she just finds it troubleso... and wants to wait until everyone gathers together before cleaning them up all at once."
Moran saw through the truth that no one could guess.
No one would have imagined Crimson Moon being so reckless.
Because people didn’t understand Crimson Moon’s true power and her arrogant mindset as the strongest species.
But Moran had experienced it firsthand.
She was almost a self-centered galomaniac with even more troublemaking abilities than Arcueid.
The closest thing they had in common was "result justice."
The process didn’t matter to them as long as the result was good.
It sounded fine, but the standard for the result was based on Crimson Moon’s own perception. Therefore, it wasn’t hard to imagine how terrible it could be.
Currently, the only one who could stop Crimson Moon was probably Moran.
But even Moran himself wasn’t sure if he could really persuade her.
"Well... let’s take it one step at a ti."
Moran didn’t plan to think too much.
In any case, the ritual must be prepared, and the Holy Grail War must continue.
Just as Moran was thinking about this, his gaze shifted to another part of the room.
"What? Is Dumas’ cooking not to your liking?"
"No... Moran, I want to confirm sothing with you... What are you pursuing at the end of this Holy Grail War?"
The one who ca was the female assassin attempting to subvert the Holy Grail War. She suddenly asked Moran this question.
Seeing the hopeful look in the female assassin’s eyes, Moran smiled calmly and said, "What I seek is the best stage and the greatest story... So, I don’t want to have any regrets."
"...Even if this city is destroyed... I hope that Tsubaki Kuruoka can survive. This is my current wish. For this reason, this Holy Grail War must end."
"Heh, you’re no longer confused, that’s good... Did soone enlighten you?" Moran asked with great interest.
The female assassin paused and replied, "I t the leader of the sect that guides us..."
"Oh, is that so..." Moran imdiately released his aura perception. However, he never detected anything unusual.
This proves one thing: that Hassan’s stealth ability is so powerful that it can blend into the world, even stronger than Enkidu’s aura assimilation.
Of course, Moran doesn’t think the other party can threaten him. But, with such a remarkable person, he is still quite surprised.
No wonder even Britain couldn’t find any trace of that Hassan. If even he can’t easily capture the target’s trace, then there’s no need to ntion Britain’s intelligence departnt.
It is estimated that only when this Hassan regards him as a target will Moran be able to perceive the other party’s existence.
This kind of powerful concealnt ability, if he’s not mistaken, Moran guesses that the other party must have a very deep connection with King Hassan.
"It seems you have already obtained the answer... In that case, you should follow your heart. In this Holy Grail War built on desire, we don’t need to hide anything.
By my command spell, I order you to act according to your heart."
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