Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!-Chapter 546: A King Without Principles?

Snowfield, Northwest.

Several kilometers away from the skyscraper-lined building group in the suburbs.

There, a building was located.

At first glance, it was a fortress built to protect the town, although it had such a height, it was slightly insufficient. Around the building with a wide plane, several watchtowers were built.

This facility was heavily guarded, with a fence with barbed wire as a boundary, clearly separating the outside world from the inside of the building.

Colesman Special Correctional Center.

This is one of the private prisons that are not uncommon in the United States.

The so-called private prison is a privately-run prison that is operated in the form of a commission from the state or federal government, and also includes a business model that allows prisoners to work to manufacture products to generate profits.

Given the current situation in the country where the number of prisoners easily exceeds two million, the number of people that state-run prisons can accommodate is not enough to bear all of them.

As a result, prisons run by private companies exist throughout the country, and the fact that Snowfield has this prison is not a strange situation worth mentioning for ordinary citizens.

Rather, in the minds of citizens, there are more people who do not know that this building is a prison.

What’s more, those who know the inside story of the prison must have been unable to be classified as ordinary citizens.

This is also one of the facilities monitored by Britain.

Not for anything else, according to intelligence from the British Military Intelligence Service 5, this is where Faldeus’s organization is hiding.

One of the masterminds behind the Snowfield Holy Grail War.

Hiding in the basement of this prison.

In that dim room, several men and women stared at the screen in silence, continuously checking and switching screens.

The office area alone was large enough to be compared to a football field.

It was filled with all kinds of monitoring equipment, but only a small part of it was used to monitor the inside of the prison.

The other screens were monitoring Snowfield City.

From public cameras to hidden cameras to familiars. They did not let go of every corner of the city.

Among them, there were even pictures of obviously hotel private rooms, and there was no intention to hide the voyeurism.

The combination of science and magecraft.

This is fully reflected in this monitoring intelligence agency.

"I didn’t expect... he actually came."

Faldeus frowned and stared at a screen.

It was a camera located on Central Street in Snowfield, and a man and a woman appeared on the screen.

They walked together like a couple of gods.

The woman among them, just from her beautiful face that was unlike humans, and her almost characteristic snow-white silver hair.

He saw that this was a member of the Einzbern family.

"Einzbern... the former Three Families, have fallen under the command of Britain. It seems that they have a great relationship with this new king..."

Faldeus muttered expressionlessly.

During his time lurking in Britain.

Although he was Langal’s disciple, Faldeus, who avoided delving into the Clock Tower in order to avoid being seen through his true identity, knew more about the King of Britain than anyone else.

The King of Britain reigns over Snowfield.

It goes without saying how weighty this is.

At least, Faldeus could see Britain’s attitude from this matter, and the situation was worse than he thought.

"If I’m not mistaken, I’m afraid that both the British government and the Mage’s Association are planning to fully support the new king... In this case, this is not just a simple Holy Grail War."

Faldeus was very troubled.

This looks like an ordinary Holy Grail War, but in fact, the water is so turbid that it has already involved the competition between countries.

The King of Britain is everything in Britain.

His will is Britain.

If not handled properly, it may rise to the level of a national war.

Just thinking about it makes your scalp tingle.

The former King of Britain left too much fear to the ancestors of the United States during the War of Independence.

That mysterious power is enough to rival a country.

If the King of Britain had not chosen to cease the war in the past, the United States would probably not have had the opportunity to establish an independent country.

This is also why the current United States is so pursuing mystery.

It is precisely because they have tasted the pain of near death.

Therefore, they are eager to pursue and obtain this power.

This is one of the reasons why the United States chose to hold the Holy Grail War.

Whether it is science or mystery...

They want to become hegemons in both fields.

"Isn’t this too reckless! Doesn’t he know what he represents!? Does he have no principles as a king! He didn’t even issue a diplomatic visit and stepped into Snowfield! If the senior officials in Washington know about this, I’m afraid this matter will not be easy to handle."

Faldeus really wanted to curse.

A monster who is invincible as long as he is in his own territory actually traveled thousands of miles to Snowfield to play.

Only a ghost would believe that there is no ulterior motive.

They had just expressed their refusal to the Mage’s Association and the Church, and then they welcomed the King of Britain.

However, Faldeus felt that if he wasted a little bit of his tongue, he would still be able to stabilize the people in Washington.

——As the King of Britain, a living myth.

——Yet, he doesn’t intend to conceal his mystery at all.

When Moran used water mirror magecraft in the street, Faldeus’s eyelids were almost twitching.

He actually used this kind of magecraft in public.

Completely disregarding concealing his mystery.

From this, it can be seen that this person is also completely arbitrary, no different from the two Heroic Spirits who caused a big explosion in the desert.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call them potential terrorists.

"Sigh..."

Faldeus sighed as he watched the video from the camera. The moment he wanted to look away—

for a moment, he met his gaze—

The man standing in the central street of Snowfield, the great king intertwined with beauty and solemnity.

The king cast his gaze without any concealment.

He stared at the camera with a faint smile for a few seconds, as if seeing through the thin film of electronic equipment.

A terrifying thought emerged.

——Could it be, he saw me!?

"...Listen!"

Faldeus staggered back a few steps, almost falling.

Even if this king only showed a smile, it seemed like a tsunami or avalanche to ordinary people.

They would be swallowed, and even their self would perish!

Faldeus’s intuition was screaming such terror.

His eyeballs were wailing, urging him to quickly shift his gaze.

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