London, Buckingham Palace.
Magnificence and brilliance are synonymous with this palace.
After the Sumerian mythology simulation.
Moran returned to this king's residence again.
There is still a week left before the Snowfield City Holy Grail War. In the past few months, Moran has not been doing nothing.
"How is the handling?"
Moran was reading information about the church.
At the same time, he did not forget to ask Olga Marie, who was next to the office desk, about the arrangement of "that matter".
"Under your order, the magi of the Mage's Association and the Fifth Division have infiltrated Snowfield City. However, in addition to us, there are also many external personnel from the association and other magi…"
Marie paused while speaking.
It was like she had an idea, but didn't know whether to say it or not.
"Speak your mind, Marie. I'd like to hear your thoughts. It's just you and me here, in this private setting, so there's no need to be too concerned with formalities with me. You know my personality."
Moran's attitude was gentle and natural.
Like he was talking to the girl next door, full of tenderness.
He didn't put on any airs as a king, but he didn't lack any of the brilliance he should have.
"Yes!"
Marie's pretty face flushed slightly, and her heart beat faster.
Private, special treatment, no need to be formal.
All of these things combined.
Although Marie often saw various political struggles in the Clock Tower, with Moran, she saw the magnanimity of a great man, as well as the sincerity and unpretentiousness of a lord.
Very special, really very special.
In Marie's eyes, Moran was different from any other man she had ever met. He radiated a jewel-like brilliance.
After all, Marie was a noblewoman in the prime of her youth.
She also had moments of girlish infatuation.
Compared to those inhuman magi, Moran's brilliance was even more dazzling.
"Your Majesty, our undisguised actions have attracted the attention of many external magi. Even the United Nations and organizations in the United States have noticed us. Moreover, even external magi have been drawn to Snowfield City because of our actions…"
Marie was flattered, but when it came to serious matters, she didn't lose her composure at all.
Like a diligent little secretary, she told Moran her views and concerns.
"It's fine, I don't intend to hide it from them. We can't hide the fact that we want to participate in the Holy Grail War. We're too big, too many people are watching us, and trying to hide would only slow us down, making it not worth the effort."
Moran had certainly considered this.
Britain has the reputation of both a Mage's Association and the last land of the Age of Gods.
Countless eyes in this world are watching them.
Especially with Moran as the new king.
In the past, every time a new king ascended the throne, Britain would launch a thunderous and fiery campaign.
A major overhaul from top to bottom.
Overseas and domestic action policy guidelines.
The King of Britain is there to ensure the prosperity of Britain, and they are kings chosen by methods that transcend common sense.
A divine nation with a high degree of integrated consciousness, coupled with an extraordinary king who wields power comparable to nuclear weapons.
Any country that sees Britain will be wary and defensive of such an unreasonable existence.
In particular, the primary responsibility of the King of Britain is to maintain Britain, and they will eliminate factors that are detrimental to Britain.
Each new king's ascension is accompanied by bloodshed.
If it weren't for the fact that the kings of the past were inclined to be conservative, the bloodshed would probably be even greater.
This time, the new king has been slow to show his face.
On the contrary, it is rather abnormal.
Many ministers and magi are confused by Moran's style of doing things, which is different from that of past kings.
But, more often than not, when they see Moran.
Their confusion dissipates.
You should know that Moran is the first King of the Island.
Even if he doesn't reveal his identity, as long as he stands in Britain, he represents the entire island of Britain.
His power far surpasses that of any previous king.
"So, if we're going to act, then we must show a demeanor befitting our majesty. It's the same on the battlefield; the soldiers going to the battlefield must show a dashing smile.
I am the king, how can my will be bound by ordinary people? If there is an obstacle, break it with one blow. It's that simple."
Moran said with a chuckle.
Indeed, many people are watching Britain.
Since there's no way to hide it anyway, might as well let them watch enough, so that it's convenient for their people to take action.
Besides, very few people can see through their thoughts.
"Our intervention will only make these people recognize the value of this Holy Grail War. At that time, it will only make the stage more exciting. I don't think there's anything wrong with that?
If they can guess our true purpose, that's also a skill. However, after guessing it, if they still have the courage to interfere, I think it's also worthy of admiration… I don't mind meeting them."
Moran jokingly made a rather humorous joke.
He even winked at Marie.
Marie was stunned for a long time, her heart fluttering.
I don't know what she was thinking.
Most of the magi dispatched from Britain to Snowfield City are showing the goal of becoming masters and winning the Holy Grail.
This is also what most outsiders think.
However, how could Moran care about a mere Holy Grail? His King's Treasure also has a Uruk Great Cup lying in it.
Is the Uruk Great Cup worse than the Snowfield City Holy Grail?
How is that possible? Are you kidding me?
Moran's goal has never been the Holy Grail.
"At present, the cornerstone of human reason is not complete, giving me enough opportunities. This Snowfield City Holy Grail War is my stage alone. I will make a corner of the Age of Gods that once ended appear there."
Moran said with high spirits.
The chess pieces in his hand have already been thrown out.
The Snowfield City's behind-the-scenes forces delusionally want to drag the Third Magic down from the altar, so why can't he take over this ball?
He will make the true gods descend in Snowfield City.
Even if someone sees through Moran's thoughts.
But, how many people can really stop him?
Rather, Moran is looking forward to someone standing in front of him, so that he can see the power of the current era.
That would also be an interesting thing.
It is cold at the top, and it is a great fortune to have an opponent.