Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 533: The Curtain Raised by a Traitor

Lorelei could command subordinates, but communication was a concern, and her personality was not suitable for logistics support.

Morgan was not familiar to the British high-level officials, so that wouldn’t work either.

Besides, she herself wanted to go to the front lines with Moran to have some fun.

The person who could take on this position had to possess a certain reputation and connections, and have excellent management and leadership skills.

Therefore, Kayneth was just right.

"Afterwards, once the archeology department has investigated the main year of that tomb, relay it to me."

Moran arranged things a bit; he was still somewhat concerned about that imitation tomb.

However, he didn’t have time to investigate it.

The Holy Grail War was about to begin in a week.

If Moran’s prediction was correct, then the reason for creating the stolen sarcophagus might be a misunderstanding.

"Noel, are you planning to directly participate in the Holy Grail War, or are you planning to stay here?"

"Hehe, which one should I choose~ It’s been a while since I’ve seen Moran, and I want to stay by your side and say a lot of things..."

Noel stared intently at Moran.

In the past, she occasionally saw that nostalgic memory, and only recently did it feel real.

There was a subtle feeling.

As if in the distant past.

The little girl secretly gazing at the fake priest in the coffee shop.

That feeling of anxiousness and excitement.

Made her even more certain of the reality of the man before her.

"Hey! That’s rude! You should know that before you stands the supreme King of Britain!"

Marie glared at Noel with hostility.

The identity of a nun from the Holy Church, coupled with the other party’s ambiguous attitude.

This made Marie somewhat unhappy.

This unhappiness didn’t need any reason.

"Of course I know, but, as a woman, I can always have some privileges~ Little girl, you’re still very green."

Noel returned the gaze without backing down.

Like a battle nun welcoming the opponent’s sword, defending her territory with the weapon in her hand.

"I’m green?! I’m the next head of the Animusphere family of the Department of Astromancy, you say I’m still green? You church people! I don’t think you’ve come to the king’s side with good intentions!"

Marie was like a cat whose fur had been ruffled.

She disliked people bringing up her age the most; she had been doing her best to stay by Moran’s side.

She had obtained the only king who affirmed her.

She liked, adored, and loved him.

Therefore, she wouldn’t allow anyone to offend Moran more than anyone else.

The confrontation between the two women escalated again.

Hearing her words, Noel was also surprised.

The noble lady of the Animusphere family; looking at Marie’s maid-like behavior just now, one couldn’t tell at all.

If she usually encountered this level of existence.

She would probably avoid it.

But, now, she didn’t want to back down.

Only because the man she liked was here.

Plus, Noel had a dislike for children who were so much younger than her waving their power in front of her.

Although men have a fondness for showing off in front of women, when multiple women face the same man they like, this competition is even more fierce and cruel.

Often, men cannot intervene at this time.

Simply put, this is a love triangle.

"This is... ah..."

Moran had already smelled the familiar scent.

He knew that this time there was no avoiding it.

At least, before welcoming the arrival of the Holy Grail War, the two women might continue to have this attitude around him.

He felt a bit of a long-lost sense of hopelessness.

However, this was a luxurious bitterness.

Western United States.

This city, located slightly north of Las Vegas, is surrounded by such a wonderful balance.

To the north is a vast canyon reminiscent of the Grand Canyon, to the west is a deep forest that is out of place in the arid region, to the east is a wide lake area, and to the south is a vast desert area.

Even though it is unrelated to farmland, surrounded on all sides by land of this nature, the city sitting in the center becomes a heterogeneous existence, standing out from its surroundings.

A new city that strikes a balance between nature and artificial creations - although some people comment on it with bright eyes, the reality is that this city vaguely reveals an idea that is more arrogant than arrogance.

Just entering the twentieth century, it was recorded that this place was land with nothing other than scattered indigenous peoples.

However, it began to develop rapidly from about sixty years ago, and now, crossing into the twenty-first century, it has been transformed into a city with a population of 800,000.

This is Snowfield City in Snowfield.

Puchi——!!

A dull sound like a jelly exploding.

Sticky, bloody juice stuck to his fingers.

Smelly, soft.

Everyone who saw it knew it was the trace of human organs splattering.

"Since when... Faldeus... have you betrayed the Mage’s Association... betrayed Britain!?"

Old blood flowed from the old man’s mouth.

Inside, there were meat fragments mixed with organs.

There was a hole in his chest, and the blood flowing out was dyeing his blue-black robe even deeper.

This was the outskirts of the forest area extending to the west of the city.

Looking through the slightly sparse trees, one could see the lights of the tall buildings in the distance.

A battle between magi was taking place here.

"You really live up to your name, Mr. Langal. Or rather, is it thanks to Britain’s Age of Gods magecraft? Even with your heart ripped out, you still haven’t lost your ability to act. I’m really a little impressed."

In front of the old man was another young man wearing a black robe, holding a throbbing heart in his hand.

The young man and the old man were master and apprentice.

In the magical world, mutual killing between master and apprentice is not uncommon.

The old man’s name was Langal, a British magus belonging to the Mage’s Association and MI5. This time, he was sent to intervene in the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City.

However, he was betrayed by his own disciple, Faldeus.

He was backstabbed with a wave of justice.

"Faldeus... that’s not your real name, is it... Just who’s side are you on, you little punk!?"

"Well... we’re not a magus group, so I hope you don’t mind. We have to be careful when dealing with you monsters from Britain."

Faldeus’s eyes revealed a dignified expression.

Even after taking the heart of a British magus, he still maintained an attitude of absolute vigilance.

You see, when facing these guys who possess ancient mysteries,

one wrong move could mean their death.

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