The sound of heavy, hurried footsteps echoed through the rain-soaked dark alley. The downpour had long stopped, but on the way, the warning Alexandre Dumas had written earlier kept repeating in Orlando's mind.
If Dumas' prophecy was correct, the boy nad Matou Yuu must not be hard under any circumstances.
If that boy died, it would beco an irreversible natural disaster for the entire Snowfield City.
From a rational standpoint, Orlando should have completely understood Faldeus' tactical logic. In this cruel Holy Grail War, bypassing powerful Servants and directly assassinating the vulnerable enemy Master was the simplest and most efficient way to break a stalemate.
This was an iron rule acknowledged by all participants and a ntal preparation every expert should make before stepping onto the battlefield.
However, the premise was that the prey only contracted with ordinary Heroic Spirits.
If Matou Yuu died, would Tiamat obediently disappear once her magical energy supply was cut off?
Orlando could not believe that a being with the extraordinary mythical status of "Mother Goddess of Creation" lacked even the "independent manifestation" privilege and could not forcibly remain in the human world.
But what if a Mother Goddess who deeply loved her "child" witnessed that child suffering a tragic death before her eyes…?
Just imagining the scene sent a chill down the police chief's spine.
BANG!
At that mont, a muffled gunshot — intentionally silenced — was picked up by his tactically enhanced earpiece.
Orlando seed to realize sothing. His expression changed abruptly as he cursed under his breath. "Damn it, that self-righteous Faldeus!"
While sprinting at full speed, he roared without looking back, "Did you get through on the private line?! Did you contact Faldeus?!"
His subordinate Vera, following closely behind, reported in a low voice, "Chief, communications are being unilaterally blocked. We still can't reach him…"
Orlando quickened his pace again. The mont the gunshot rang out, the last hope remaining in his heart vanished.
It was already too late… Even if he rushed to the scene now, he could never catch up to that bullet's speed.
Should he activate Plan B? Or should they imdiately bypass authority, contact various federal governnt departnts, and proceed with preparations in advance?
No — if the Federation intervened now, this Holy Grail War would…
Clang!
While various thoughts raced through Orlando's mind like illusions, an ancient bell suddenly rang without warning beneath Snowfield City's night sky.
Orlando suddenly stopped, frozen in place as if unable to move.
Before he could react, the evening bell announcing death and solemnity rang through the valley once more.
Clang!
At the second bell, magi in every corner of Snowfield City simultaneously looked up and stared in the direction of the ringing.
…
anwhile, the Dead Apostle Jester hidden in the shadows had his face slightly twitch, clearly recalling unpleasant mories.
Then——
Clang!
At the third bell, all Heroic Spirits participating in the Holy Grail War unconsciously looked toward the evening bell's direction.
Richard I had just returned to his Master's side and was speaking to a gloomy-looking Sajyou Ayaka with a bright smile.
But the mont the evening bell sounded, his upright body stiffened for a rare instant. His smile vanished as he unconsciously looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on the distant night sky.
He muttered to himself, "That's… the amusent park?"
"Did sothing happen to that guy?"
…
anwhile, in a dilapidated motel on the city outskirts, Flat also seed to sense sothing and raised his head. A faint trace of confusion appeared in his clear eyes.
"Jack-san, did you hear sothing just now?" he asked curiously toward the space beside him.
"Ah… I heard it clearly."
The figure of Berserker Jack the Ripper slowly erged from the shadows and sighed quietly.
"It seems another very important big shot has appeared…"
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