Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 538: The King Who Reigns Over Snowfield City

"Not governing, but coexisting...

As you guessed, if we leave the land of Snowfield, our clan is just ordinary people."

"A mongrel is just a mongrel, whether they know magecraft or not, it doesn’t make much of a difference."

The girl did not refute Gilgamesh’s arrogant remarks.

In fact, it was not difficult to get along with Gilgamesh. Take the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, which Moran knew, as an example.

Tokiomi Tohsaka’s relationship with Gilgamesh was okay.

At least, before Tokiomi’s idea of using his last Command Spell to order Gilgamesh to commit suicide was exposed.

The relationship between the two was lukewarm.

In Gilgamesh’s eyes, Tokiomi was just a too rigid and boring aristocratic magus.

However, Tokiomi’s elegant way of life

also had a unique aesthetic.

To give an example, it was like a delicate artificial flower.

It looked beautiful and vivid, but it was too stiff and rigid, without vitality, so it could only make people take a few more glances, and there was not much value other than that.

That was Gilgamesh’s view of Tokiomi.

Up to this point, he at least still recognized Tokiomi’s identity as a Master.

Until the moment Tokiomi’s disrespectful thoughts were exposed, he was no longer regarded as a subject by Gilgamesh.

Instead, he was a treacherous subject who deserved to die ten thousand times.

If one sincerely acknowledged Gilgamesh’s identity as king and interacted with him based on that, there would be no problem.

Of course, one would have to endure his foul mouth.

In Moran’s eyes, Gilgamesh was a rather easy-to-deceive and worrying younger brother.

Because this guy simply didn’t know how to read people’s expressions.

If it hadn’t been for Kirei Kotomine’s leak,

Maybe until the last moment, Mr. Gold wouldn’t have guessed that Tokiomi had left a Command Spell to make him commit suicide, and he would still think that he was a revered king.

Gilgamesh was not good at dealing with conspiracies and tricks.

And this was also the reason why Gilgamesh was obviously very strong, but he always lost in a very aggrieved way.

Although this problem was somewhat changed in his later years.

But, in the final analysis, his personality was still the same.

"Then I’ll ask again. Are you a magus who knows my arrogance but still relies on the King’s glory...?"

The Servant who exuded golden majesty asked.

The existence hailed as the hero among heroes, the king of kings—

The girl nodded strongly and powerfully to him and bowed again with respect.

Night, Snowfield Central Crossroads.

This place is the seventh district, centered on the Crystal Hills Casino Hotel and the City Hall, where many important facilities in the city are gathered.

"Wow, so this is Snowfield City?!"

Irisviel walked with light steps, looking left and right.

She joyfully observed this city, which was completely different from Britain.

Her creamy white skin, snow-like, immaculate, soft hair, and the curvaceous figure that could not be concealed by the black dress.

She had a charming charm that should not exist in the mortal world.

What’s even more eye-catching is that such a beautiful woman is actually walking arm-in-arm with another man.

"Ah, this Snowfield City, as expected, seeing it once is better than hearing about it a hundred times."

He had a very interested smile on his face.

Wildness and elegance combined in waist-length black hair, matched with a soft yet heroic face.

That slender figure and beautiful physique are like an ancient sculpture, a masterpiece carved by Michelangelo himself.

The man who can frolic with Irisviel like this.

In this world, naturally, only Moran exists.

"Look, isn’t that... an artificial human?"

"Yes, with such high purity, it must be from the Einzbern family. The man beside her... I can’t see through him..."

"As expected, they came? The Holy Grail War system has been copied, and the Einzbern family, as one of the Three Families, will definitely not sit idly by."

"Wait... that man... could he be... from Britain...!"

Several magi in the distance were whispering to each other.

In the eyes of the residents of Snowfield City, Moran and Irisviel are like a prince and princess from a fairy tale.

Just seeing them at first glance makes people stop in their tracks.

Lingering for that beauty and handsomeness.

Some magi recognized Moran’s identity.

Although Moran has not officially revealed his identity to the British, most people in the mystical side know him.

This can’t be considered a secret.

When several magi in the dark saw Moran and recognized his identity.

They were so shocked that they trembled all over.

They once thought they had mistaken him.

How could the supreme King of Britain be in this small Snowfield City? This is the King of the End of Britain!

A monster with the power to destroy a country in legends!

One of the few miracles of the Age of Gods that still exists in this world!

"Moran, are there many people staring at us?"

Irisviel glanced somewhere.

Just in a trade building fifty meters away, she sensed more than ten magi.

From all over the town, she could hear low whispers mixed with vigilance and suspicion.

She knew that she and Moran were attracting attention.

"They’re just small fries, no need to pay too much attention. Or are you embarrassed to be seen by others in our current state?"

"Hmph... you, you’re teasing me again...!"

Irisviel glared at Moran coquettishly.

She doesn’t know how many eyes are staring at her and Moran, it’s her first time being the center of attention like this.

A shy psychological effect made Irisviel cling to Moran.

Her red little face pressed against his arm.

"How can you say it’s teasing? We’re so loving,

Hmph, I’m doing this because I want others to envy me for having such a cute Iris."

Moran also spoke to Irisviel’s heart.

A trace of sweetness flowed into her heart.

"However, we can’t forget the main thing we came out to do... Iris, have you found Philia yet?"

Moran and Irisviel came out for this.

Trying to see if they could run into her.

"There’s a trace of her presence here, but, it’s strange, this whole city feels strange. However, according to the formula my great-grandfather taught me, Philia must still be in Snowfield City. If she leaves, I’ll definitely notice."

Irisviel showed a troubled expression.

There are too many suggestions and formulas in Snowfield City.

The entire city’s billboards and buildings have suggestions, and there are hidden formulas in inconspicuous places.

It can be seen from the beginning of the city’s construction what the creator was thinking.

Snowfield City is a pool for fighting the Holy Grail War.

The 800,000 residents are constantly hypnotized by these suggestions, and the formulas are also set by the US authorities and foreign magi.

The large number of them has caused a lot of interference to Irisviel.

It’s the first time she’s seen a city like this.

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