Actually, it wasn't strange, even Moran was a little afraid to face the resentment of the two True Ancestor princesses.
Noel had her head clouded by love.
Little did she know, the other two True Ancestors were even more impulsive, the True Ancestor princesses' love for Moran was beyond doubt.
This was jealousy between the girls~.
However, Moran didn't have any intention of blaming her, and he wouldn't really just sit back and watch Noel get punished.
Arcueid and Altrouge didn't hold back.
Noel was too fragile now.
Noel also did this because she missed Moran too much. Moran couldn't get angry.
In Moran's eyes, Noel was just a silly younger sister, like Marie, a little fool who needed him to always pay attention to and take care of.
"I won't step in, but I'll give you a little help here, you're too weak now. If you participate in the Holy Grail War like this, I'm afraid you won't even survive the first day."
Moran had good reason to believe this.
Noel's senses weren't as sharp as his, her strength wasn't as strong as Arcueid's, and her knowledge wasn't as extensive as Ciel's.
It could be said that she was like a mortal in many ways.
She often acted impulsively, her vision was relatively short-sighted, and she had a bad habit of bullying others.
But, her nature was kind.
She would only bully others to a certain extent.
Speaking of bullying others, she actually preferred to tease people, but unfortunately, she was often the one being teased.
However, she had unwavering trust in Moran.
She had a loyalty to love that didn't match her short-sighted style.
"Am I really… that weak…"
"Noel, it's not that you're too weak, it's just that everyone else in this Holy Grail War is too strong."
Moran comforted her.
This Holy Grail War was going to bring gods and True Ancestors.
Noel was just a mortal.
Even with the magecraft knowledge that Moran had taught her in the past, she was still too weak in the face of such great power.
Fortunately, Noel had one advantage.
That was, she was particularly good at assessing the situation, knowing to admit defeat and retreat if she couldn't win, and never missing an opportunity to strike when she could.
This was also the reason why Noel had been able to maintain a place in the jealousy competition with Arcueid and the others.
Running away may be shameful, but it's useful.
"Accept my Principle Idea Blood."
"Eh! This, this is… do you want me to become your kin?"
Noel showed a surprised expression.
The Principle Idea Blood given by the existence of a True Ancestor.
As long as she swallowed it, even Noel, as a mortal, could transform into a Seventh-Rank Apostle in a short time.
It should be known that the High-Ranking Apostles are the strongest Apostles other than the Eighth-Rank Successors and the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.
The existence of this class of Apostles on the surface is enough to become a poison that pollutes the world.
They are heretics that ordinary Executors cannot resist, and are allowed to be vampires with their own will as nobles.
High-Ranking Apostles do not have to obey the Ancestor who is their parent, and if they have the opportunity, they can also defeat the Ancestor and inherit their curse.
However, under normal circumstances, even if they obtain "freedom", there is still a huge gap between the years of survival of High-Ranking Apostles and Ancestors, and it is almost impossible to defeat the Ancestor head-on.
"Otherwise, I don't want to see my cute Noel being bullied. What, don't you like this gift?"
A blood bead floated in Moran's hand.
It looked like a ruby with a crystal-clear luster, with a charm that no girl could refuse.
"Cute…"
Noel clenched her fist, her cheeks slightly red.
She was being taken care of by Moran like this again.
In her vague memory, sometimes she would accidentally cause trouble like this, and then Moran would always come to clean up the mess for her.
That memory of being cared for was very warm.
Noel had no reason to refuse the Principle Idea Blood. Being able to become a relative connected to Moran's blood was also what she wanted.
"Um… I like it very much!"
Noel showed a naive and innocent smile.
It was so sweet that it seemed to overflow with warmth.
Noel wasn't the kind of stunning beauty, she didn't have the charm of Morgan that could captivate a country.
However, she had her own unique brilliance.
Like that longing that could be reached out and touched, mature but often a little reckless, giving people the feeling of being as shrewd as a merchant, but also possessing the innocence of a girl.
In short, she possessed a certain quality, like fluffy whipped cream, that could stimulate a man's longing with just one look.
"It's good that you like it… but, if you really want to participate in the Holy Grail War, you have to be careful."
"Don't worry, I will definitely act cautiously~!"
Noel playfully made an OK gesture.
She looked like she was saying, "I'll take care of things, you can rest assured."
Well, this made Moran sure that he couldn't relax, and he would have to keep an eye on Noel at that time.
"By the way, I'm very curious!
This should be Buckingham Palace, right? The one where only the kings of Britain can live… Moran… you couldn't be a guest of the King of Britain… or something…?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't you see what room this is? This is the office of the kings of Britain, only the king can use it."
"Huh? Only… the king can use it… that means…"
"Hmm, you just realized?"
Moran stared at Noel, whose expression had frozen.
Noel's reaction was very interesting.
She was like she had been struck by lightning, frozen in place.
"Mo-Mo-Moran! You wouldn't be…"
"As you think, a genuine King of Britain, do I need to pull out the Sword in the Stone in front of you?"
Moran teased her with great interest.
However, Noel didn't hear this teasing, her brain was bombarded with a huge amount of information.
Usually, she was terrified when she saw a cardinal in the church.
Now, she was telling this clumsy woman that the person who had been teaching and caring for her was actually the King of Britain.
An existence that even a cardinal was not worthy to compare to.
The supreme ruler of Britain.
This kind of person was the object of her love.
For a moment, Noel felt like she was the heroine in a romance novel.
Her brain was still shocked by this fact.
However, when Noel came back to her senses, the first sentence she said was also shocking, almost kicking the church away.
"So, I, Noel, have long been a Briton!"