From the beginning of the summoning until now.
Dumas either complained to Orlando that the wine was not tasty enough, or that he didn't have enough women, or that the work was too boring.
He was always joking around like a hooligan.
As if he wasn't participating in the Holy Grail War.
However, this time Dumas showed an unusual urgency on the phone, and Orlando's first reaction was confusion.
The strangeness brought about by this contrast.
Made Orlando not think that Dumas was being unreasonable.
Although Orlando had long understood that Caster-class Servants possessed exceptionally excellent information gathering abilities, he was still surprised by Dumas's ability to grasp the situation to the point of providing real-time warnings.
A chill, faster than his confusion, washed over him, causing him to tremble from head to toe. Orlando felt a twisted lament from every blood vessel in his body. More accurately, it was the magic circuits spread throughout his body that were lamenting.
The multiple layers of magical barriers erected within the police station were breached in an instant by something, so quickly that there wasn't even time to be horrified. Not even an alarm could be raised. The speed of the breach was simply too fast!
"Is that one of your companions?!" Orlando immediately suspected Father Hansa.
However, Hansa shrugged and said, "I wish it were… but even for the 177th, my people wouldn't invade from above."
Everyone looked up at the ceiling of the lobby, as if a terrifying beast was hidden behind the concrete wall, and they gripped their weapons tightly, ready for anything.
The female assassin was breaking through the magical barriers. Defenses that were as solid as iron for magi were as fragile as paper to her. She recklessly smashed through all the barriers.
Originally, the female assassin had intended to infiltrate the police station for a stealthy assassination, but upon arriving, she realized a terrifying truth: there were too many barriers and seemingly too many magi! Although this city was already overwhelmingly dominated by heretics in her eyes, she found it hard to believe that magi, considered heretics by countless religions, could have taken control of a city's judicial and administrative organizations.
Considering the power of the Clock Tower, it might not be rare in modern times, but it was a shocking fact, at least for someone like her who had no connection to the Clock Tower. In this situation, magi, who weren't even considered heretics, were secretly planning to control the city. She couldn't stand idly by.
Therefore, not only Richard and Kayneth but also Orlando and all the magi in the police station were considered assassination targets. This was why the female assassin made such a grand entrance. There were too many targets, and stealth was no longer meaningful.
"This girl really has the style of an assassin. Killing everyone who sees me is the perfect assassination~ Not bad, I admire it!"
However, the female assassin miscalculated one thing. When she broke into the police station, a guest from Crystal Valley was following her. Even more terrifying was that she hadn't noticed the other party's infiltration, nor had she even detected their presence.
Unbeknownst to the female assassin, the King of Britain was following her with great interest, strolling along as if on a leisurely walk, like an audience member waiting for a play to begin.
Meanwhile, in the interrogation room, the police officers who were supposed to interrogate Kayneth and Richard had been withdrawn, and they were idly waiting in the room. Suddenly, the lights went out, and Kayneth and Richard realized that the police station had lost power.
"Oh? Hounds of the Holy Church… I see, they're fighting with the people in this police department." Kayneth couldn't help but smile. Using the probing ability of the Moon Spirit Marrow, he easily identified two opposing forces in the lobby.
While they were being held captive, the chief of police wasn't focusing on them but was instead fighting with the Holy Church. "We're really being underestimated…" Kayneth sneered. He didn't act because he wanted to see what else they had up their sleeves, after all, he was in the heart of the Holy Grail War's conspiracy. Kayneth's first thought wasn't about his safety but about getting information to Moran, which showed his loyalty!
"If the power outage was really caused by the confrontation between those two sides, that would be good. It seems the situation is getting more complicated. Master, let's break out!" Richard conjured a key as if by magecraft. He had swiped it from a police officer from the very beginning.
Kayneth stared at him speechlessly, as if saying, "What happened to your knightly spirit?" Seeing Kayneth's expression, Richard remained unfazed and cheerfully said, "Of course, I'm willing to compensate the opera house, and I won't break my promise to be confined by the officials until dawn, but before that, I need to move you to a safe place. That's the most important thing."
Okay, this guy hasn't given up on going to jail. Is he addicted to it? Come to think of it, the Lionheart King's life story does include the anecdote of being imprisoned in France. A foreign monarch wanted to have Richard killed by a lion in prison, but Richard cheerfully tore out the lion's heart and then went back to his cell. This is one of the legends of how he got his Lionheart title.
Kayneth was completely speechless. History and legends portray the Lionheart King as wise and brave, but they never said he would be this outrageous. "Breaking out is a rare opportunity… Hehe, it's strangely exciting!" Richard's eyes sparkled with a lively light, as if he were in a large theme park rather than the enemy's base.
In these short few hours, Kayneth's expression twitched countless times.
Police station, lobby.
The entire police station was plunged into darkness in an instant. Needless to say, this masterpiece was naturally the work of the female assassin, a preparation for better assassinations. At this moment, the female assassin lurked into the darkness like a ghost. Her movement didn't rely on sight. This fanatical believer and assassin of the Hassan sect had learned all the Noble Phantasms of the past Hassan in her lifetime. Now, she was using one of Hassan's Noble Phantasms.