The red convertible drifted around a corner, dodging dozens of Black Keys and countless Sacrants thrown from behind.
Watching the pedestrians on both sides of the street who were constantly screaming and dodging, and the Executors on the surrounding rooftops who were keeping pace with her vehicle at a speed unimaginable for ordinary people, Mordred clicked her tongue in annoyance. Her fine brows furrowed, her pretty face filled with impatience.
"These guys are really persistent..."
But almost imdiately, the girl turned her head away as if she had a headache from soone's lecturing, talking to herself.
"Ah, I know, I know. I see the person up ahead. Don't worry, I don't plan on getting ordinary people involved, Bedivere."
She slamd on the brakes, spun the steering wheel to avoid a pedestrian who couldn't get out of the way in ti, and with a deft movent, restarted the engine. The specially modified sports car shot out again, leaving several Inquisition Knights, who thought they had a chance to catch her, with a face full of dust.
"We're just taking back what's ours, and these guys are so shaless... What? You're saying from their perspective it's a relic used by the 'Son of God' and has special symbolic aning, so it's understandable?"
"I'm telling you, Bedivere, there's a limit to being understanding. These guys clearly stole it from us, okay!?"
As if exasperated, Mordred glared at the smooth, round, stone-like fragnt on the seat next to her—a piece of a much larger object—and scolded it irritably.
The existence dwelling within the stone fragnt seed to realize its own misspeaking and fell silent.
However, just as the girl was feeling smug about having finally won an argunt for once, before she could even smile, after she rounded a corner, dozens of Executors in black priest vestnts and wearing cross pendants suddenly appeared ahead, forming a human wall that blocked the road.
Mordred pursed her lips. Just as she was about to throw the car into a sharp reverse and find another route, the personnel from the Holy Church who had been chasing her all this ti arrived, surrounding her in the middle.
"A human wave tactic, huh... About 300 Executors, over 100 Inquisition Knights, and even a Cardinal is on the way... I say, if I wait a little longer, are you planning to send the whole Burial Agency after too?"
Faced with such a large number of Church personnel, the girl closed her eyes to sense her surroundings, showing no sign of panic. She casually picked up the Round Table fragnt from the seat next to her, put it in a small backpack, and at the sa ti, unhurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. She strapped a longsword wrapped in cloth strips to her back and slung the backpack over her shoulder.
"The mbers of the Burial Agency are currently on missions in various places. If not for that, you wouldn't have found an opening so easily. Alright, to prevent this matter from escalating further, I must trouble you to hand over the Holy Sword, Miss Mordred Pendragon."
A sowhat helpless yet dignified voice ca from the sky. Just from the sound of the voice, one could imagine its owner was likely an upright young man.
However, after hearing this voice, Mordred looked back at the golden-haired youth who was standing on several thin threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, suspended in mid-air and dressed no differently from the surrounding Executors. As if discovering sothing, she couldn't help but let out a sneer.
"I was wondering who it was. If it isn't Bestino? So, how does it feel to have turned yourself into this state in pursuit of such an absurd thing? I rember the last ti I ran into you, you were still called John Nattore Bestino. What's your na this ti?"
"...You may simply call Bestino, Miss Mordred. Also, those who already possess sothing cannot understand the emotions of those who desire it. Please do not ntion this matter again. Of course, if you are willing to return the Holy Sword peacefully, we can continue our chat."
As if the girl had exposed sothing, the gentle smile on the golden-haired youth's face, which had been filled with a sense of justice, turned sinister for a mont. But he quickly controlled his emotions and, with a shallow smile, warned the girl.
"Heh, if you want it, co and get it yourself! I don't rember the people of the Holy Church being so polite."
Mordred's lips curled into a fearless smile. Her holy, cerulean eyes, which seed to be ringed with gold, swept over the restless Executors and Inquisition Knights around her, a look of interest between her brows.
"...In that case, please forgive our discourtesy."
Bestino sighed softly. The hands wearing gauntlet-like Mystic Codes shaped like musical instrunts moved, his fingers dancing in the air silently and nimbly, as if playing an instrunt.
Soon, among the Executors forming the human wall below, dozens suddenly cried out in surprise. As if their bodies were no longer under their control, they shot out from the crowd with a swiftness that defied the laws of physics, Black Keys in hand, and flew toward the girl.
"Still resorting to the sa old tricks, 'Puppeteer'!"
Mordred let out a battle-hungry grin. An imnse surge of magical energy erupted from her body without warning, and a violent gust of wind swept through the air, instantly blasting away the Executors who had closed in.
And at the mont the next wave of Church personnel was about to use their full strength to arrest her again, the girl suddenly took the longsword from her back, ripped off the cloth strips covering it, and fully exposed it to the air, shouting loudly.
"To see the sword is to see the person! Isn't that what you all are always emphasizing? In that case... the 'Son of God' is here, how dare you still draw your weapons!"
The group of Church personnel, who had been aggressively trying to capture this audacious "thief," couldn't help but freeze upon hearing these words, their forward charge coming to a halt.
Bestino, standing in mid-air, frowned slightly and said.
"This is a special situation, pay it no mind. I will take responsibility."
As the highest-ranking Censor present, Bestino's guarantee indeed got the Executors and Inquisition Knights moving again.
But due to the deterrent effect of the girl's earlier words, their movents were a step too slow.
The mont the young Censor's words fell, Mordred stomped on the hood of the convertible, viciously denting the tal panel, and her body soared high into the sky!
The girl let out a loud laugh and reached out her hand into the air.
In the next second, the whump-whump-whump of helicopter blades sounded in the previously empty sky. As if tearing open a sky-colored curtain, a black helicopter "drilled" out of the air, and Mordred grabbed the rope ladder it had lowered, her small body instantly being carried high into the sky.
"If you've got the guts, try and steal it back like last ti! Co and get if you're not afraid to die! Hahaha!"
Watching the girl get farther and farther from the ground as the helicopter rose, Bestino stopped the Church personnel who wanted to continue the pursuit and frowned.
"An illusion? To be able to invade the wards of the Vatican without any reaction, and to hide until now without being detected... Tsk, what a pain."
Putting away the Mystic Code on his hands, Bestino landed lightly on the ground. He had intended to return directly to the Papal Office to report the situation, but a seemingly new Executor blocked his path.
"Lord Censor, why did we abandon the pursuit? Even if she is the sole heir of the Pendragon family and has deep ties with the Mage's Association, how can we allow a Holy Sword to fall into the hands of others!?"
"Fool. Do you really think the Church has been letting that person go all this ti for that reason?"
Bestino glanced coldly at the Executor before him, causing the other's body to stiffen. Then, as if talking to himself, he complained.
"That's a direct order from His Holiness the Pope. No harm is to co to that person; at most, she can only be arrested. Because according to the revelation from the 'Lord', that person has a great connection to the 'Son of God'."
As if no longer caring about his "mask," the golden-haired youth showed a hint of impatience. He planned to report this matter and then get himself out of this incident.
As for accompanying that spoiled, ill-tempered young lady and playing "cat-and-mouse," he'd let soone else have that headache. As for him...
He had recently received news that a certain Dead Apostle was starting to act up again. It was about ti he made a trip to the Far East.
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