Orlando knew that in the past, there had been several cases where a broken monster, called a superior Dead Apostle or Ancestor, turned an entire city into hell overnight.
At that time, the Holy Church used its connections and mystery to successfully conceal this matter, with remarkable results.
"Hehe, if we let those guys from the Church come, I'm afraid that instead of canceling the plan, they are more likely to think that launching the bomb in two days is too long, and they should launch the bomb in three hours."
Moran said in a joking tone.
He knew the internal style of the Church better than anyone.
The Holy Church, which has the largest scale in the world, has always regarded mysteries other than the "Lord" as "heresy".
Naturally, they would only use heavy punches to deal with a heavyweight heresy like Snowfield City.
They might even think that "it is more than worthwhile to sacrifice these 800,000 lives to eliminate this scale of heresy."
"Um… even if we ask the Church for help now, things will probably be the same as what Moran said, so instead of relying on the Church, let's rely on ourselves… hahahaha…"
Ciel showed an awkward smile.
She also knew what the higher-ups of the Church were like.
Hearing this, the police officers' hearts were successively covered with haze, and they felt very uncomfortable. However, they were not discouraged by this.
Because, they saw Orlando's firm eyes.
And Moran's composure.
"Hmph, not bad… If you give up because of this little thing, then I will order you to commit suicide here.
What I need are fighters with fiery hearts, not losers who only know how to wail."
Moran said with great pleasure.
While praising his subordinates with comforting words, he also revealed the domineering and ruthless nature of a king.
He was like the hottest and brightest flame in the world.
Everyone loved that warmth, yet feared being scorched and incinerated by its excessive heat.
"My King, I am prepared. Please forgive my willfulness. Now that Faldeus and the others have abandoned us, my subordinates and I do not intend to be swayed by their opinions.
However, I am still the police chief of Snowfield City, and for the sake of those who live in this country, I must prioritize the safety of the citizens."
Orlando knew how excessive this was.
He could already feel the palpable killing intent emanating from the British faction.
Olga Marie was so incensed that she stood up.
Lorelei and Kayneth remained seated at the table, but a glint of coldness flashed in their eyes.
If Moran hadn't been there, a deadly battle would have been unavoidable.
To be a subject of the King, yet not center around him, prioritizing the safety of citizens from another country—what disloyalty!
Loyalty that isn't absolute is absolute disloyalty!
Orlando endured immense pressure.
Only the respectful gazes of the police officers behind him, who stood by him to show their will, supported him.
"Everyone, be patient."
Moran's words quelled the agitation.
"Before being my subjects, Chief Orlando is a police chief deeply trusted and loved by the people of Snowfield City. To demand that he sever these bonds because of mere formalism… I am not so heartless.
Such love for the people and such a heavy sense of responsibility are rare and precious in this chaotic era.
Isn't this a good thing?"
Moran said with a smile.
The British faction had nothing to say.
They could only glare resentfully at Orlando and the others while kneeling before Moran once more.
"However, after this war ends… Orlando, I am curious about the choices you will make.
After all, since you have paved the way for the citizens, you must also bear the responsibility that follows. Otherwise, you will only end up with futility. You must understand this."
Moran spoke calmly.
Orlando's expression tightened.
He understood the deeper meaning in Moran's words.
Even if the citizens were temporarily protected, the United States would still eliminate the filth to conceal the mysteries.
Blocking it once would not be enough.
If he truly sought justice, he would have to devise a way to completely eradicate the threat for these citizens.
This was the responsibility Moran spoke of.
After all, one cannot simply speak empty words.
Moran also liked fine words.
But he wasn't one to just talk; he mostly delivered on his promises. Therefore, Moran would use himself as the standard to measure his subordinates and use his values to guide them.
This was a very kingly approach.
Of course, it was also very overbearing.
If not domineering, how could one be a king?
"Yes! Your subject is deeply grateful for the King's generosity…!"
Orlando's heart gradually submitted.
Even knowing that he cared for the citizens of another country, the King still showed such tolerance and acknowledged him.
The King understood him and gave him recognition.
It was as if he embodied the very definition of righteousness.
Understanding between people is always the most difficult thing, yet the king before him had achieved it.
How could he not feel admiration?
How could he not want to offer his loyalty?
How could he not respect such a king?
"Hahahaha, are you going to fight to the very end and turn the tide? Excellent! That's my good brother!
If you start drowning your sorrows and moping around just because you're clinging to the boss's coattails, I'll have to rewrite your entire life."
Dumas grinned.
He stood up, stepping on his chair.
His posture was even more exaggerated than Moran, who was sitting on the throne, and it once again provoked dissatisfaction from many in the British faction.
However, Moran simply chuckled and waved his hand.
He quite liked Dumas's genuine nature.
The British subordinates sighed wearily; they were at a loss with their king.
"Hey, hey, hey, get the food ready! It's not every day that everyone gathers like this; we can't do without food and drinks!"
Dumas had no intention of holding back.
He even tied on a chef's apron.
Rolling up his sleeves, he looked ready to cook himself, much to everyone's surprise.
The police officers were already struggling to withstand Moran's pressure.
Yet he still had the mind to fool around like this.
In a way, it was admirable.