Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Undercurrents Surge, the Drama Begins

"A puppet... how... how is that possible!?"

"Oh my, his skills are really amazing. He actually brought out a puppet of this level this time.

Even if it’s beaten into this state, as long as these magic circuits find a host, they can survive. I estimate that they can be fully resurrected in a few days and continue to participate in the investigation. He really wants to complete the mission. Who is he trying to curry favor with?"

Faldeus said as if it were none of his business.

However, the subordinates next to him only felt chills down their spines.

That old man didn’t seem human at all.

He was more like a demon seen in science fiction movies, an evil spirit that could survive by occupying someone else’s body even if it was crushed to pieces.

"In that case, wouldn’t the conversation just now be completely leaked?"

"It doesn’t matter, it’s all within my expectations~."

"Ah...-?"

"The reason why I said so much to him was to let him bring the news to the Association and the Church."

Faldeus talked a lot about the Holy Grail War before starting the fight with Langal.

Because the system created by Makiri, Einzbern, and Tohsaka was too exquisite, it was impossible to perfectly replicate it.

Although Faldeus intended to start the Holy Grail War in a perfectly replicated state, the Third Holy Grail War, which he referred to in order to imitate the system, was full of problems, and in the end, he could only create such a flawed product first.

Fortunately, holding the Holy Grail War was not a problem.

This Holy Grail War is not seven Servants, but thirteen. This is a Holy Grail War with only one Saber.

"—Because, this is our way... a warning and declaration to the magi."

Faldeus stood on the pool of blood made up of fake flesh.

He said with a satisfied smile.

Then, starting from this day, from this moment,

—the feast of humans and Heroic Spirits dancing on the stage of the false Holy Grail begins.

London, Clock Tower.

The state machine and the Mage’s Association, under orders, are working together, and the two organizations are operating rapidly.

Information from all sides from the other side of the earth is constantly being sent.

Magi are busy and orderly processing information.

There is a time difference between London and Snowfield.

When the students of the Clock Tower don’t know if they have started their morning classes, the Holy Grail War has already begun in the Snowfield desert.

This is the first top-down organizational mobilization in Britain in decades.

It’s like a steel behemoth that has been silent for a long time suddenly awakening.

The muffled roar made people’s hearts tremble, and a surge of excitement rippled in their chests.

There is no other reason, just that one—

This Holy Grail War is a war that the King will participate in, and they are to make the King’s first victory even more glorious!

"How is it? That little punk didn’t see through you, did he?"

"Heh, being deceived once is enough. In this situation, if I can still be seen through, then I might as well just offer my head to our King."

"Hahahaha, it seems to be going well!

Hey, that Kayneth guy really seized the opportunity, and Lorelei was actually able to participate in the Holy Grail War with the King... Hmph, a unlucky guy like me who was one step late can only guard the Association."

Two men strode quickly towards the lecture hall of the Department of Modern Magecraft Theory.

Leading the way was the monarch of the entire General Fundamentals Department, McDonell, with the slightly slower elder being Langal.

"If not for the King, I would still be very surprised that Faldeus is actually a spy for the United States... The King’s wisdom is indeed beyond our comprehension..."

"Hehe, that is our King of Britain. Every generation of kings has saved us from dire straits countless times, the monarch above all monarchs."

With that, respect shone in McDonell’s eyes.

Faldeus thought he had been hiding very well, undetected by Britain and the Mage’s Association.

In fact, his espionage skills were indeed strong.

But that was only before Moran came to power.

Among the many arrangements Moran made after taking office, one was to cleanse the spies planted in Britain by foreign forces.

As the Island King of Britain, he could freely mobilize the memories of the land and directly read information.

Screening was done through bloodlines and auras.

Then, the memories of the land were checked. With this process, no spy could escape.

It can be said that on the land of Britain, no one has any privacy in front of Moran.

Countless spies were blacklisted.

Overnight, various foreign authorities lost contact with them, realizing that the spies they sent had been exposed.

The method was unknown, and the action was too swift.

It was impossible for Britain to have obtained a list of spies. Foreign powers couldn’t understand why the spies were discovered.

Everything was fine before that king came to power.

Faldeus was one of them.

"There’s no need to eliminate this guy immediately. Since the United States dares to send spies to our Britain, then we might as well play a Trojan Horse with them... Wouldn’t that be more interesting?"

Moran, high on the throne, revealed an amused smile.

He spoke to his many subjects in this way.

Despite discovering Faldeus, he was not purged. Instead, magical surveillance was implanted in the spy’s body.

Then, the person was sent back to the United States mainland.

Allowing him to return to the enemy’s organization.

"A double agent... Truly worthy of being the King... Hmph, that kid Faldeus really thinks I was killed because of carelessness.

Based on my judgment, this incident involves three to four forces with different wills. At the very least, one can vaguely perceive forces trying to conceal information, and forces trying to spread information to publicize the matter...

And what is quite clear is that these forces, even with different ideas, still want to work together."

Langal spoke of his intelligence information.

He investigated various forces including underground gangs, Dead Apostles, local magical families, the Holy Church, and the United States...

There were too many of these organizations, and the waters were too deep.

If Britain’s intelligence agencies weren’t strong enough, they wouldn’t have been able to easily step into this muddy water.

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