"Oh…?"
"This indicates that these are not chain deaths caused by the side effects of magecraft; someone must have intervened. It's conceivable which organization could accomplish this at such a critical juncture.
Based on the information provided by Britain, I can almost determine who orchestrated this…"
Having said this, Bazdilot had already reached a conclusion.
Acting so efficiently on U.S. soil, assassinating the Scladio family's pawns without warning.
Although Britain could also do it, it wouldn't be without any warning signs. Only the U.S. itself could accomplish this.
"Once the Holy Grail is in hand, you may as well unleash its power.
Completely destroy and ravage this country—then reclaim the name you abandoned and proclaim it to the world.
When the world's common sense is completely overturned and all mystery is eradicated, your name… the name of Heracles (Glory of the Goddess) will take root in human reason, and the name of the goddess Hera will be extinguished along with it."
Bazdilot suppressed the surging black mud within him.
He, who usually doesn't express emotions, revealed a rare emotion close to hatred and killing intent in his voice.
This mud grows by devouring his hatred, but now it has reached the point where it must be suppressed.
"…No need for you to tell me."
Alcides scoffed.
If Bazdilot were to obtain the Holy Grail in this war, he would definitely use its power to exact revenge on the country.
Faldeus would never have imagined that his decision to eliminate the head of the Scladio family for the future of the U.S. would bring such a terrible disaster to the country.
If he knew the figure of Britain behind all of this.
Faldeus's mentality would definitely explode.
From beginning to end, Britain had not officially intervened; they were merely selling information to others.
Such a simple sale of information has put the U.S. in danger of national extinction, and a bloody civil war is about to unfold on this land.
The Scladio family, nurtured by the U.S. with its own hands.
Now, the dog they raised is turning around to bite its master.
Just like the ancestors of the U.S. once betrayed Britain, this is a complete turn of the tables.
Faldeus made only one mistake.
That was misjudging Bazdilot, thinking he was a cold-blooded and ruthless magus—
He thought Bazdilot was a traditional magus who would prioritize concealing magecraft above all else.
This prediction was completely wrong.
He even thought that a magus who had once become a cog in a huge organization would, when that organization lost its leader, run to join the organization that was most beneficial to him in order to achieve his own wishes.
Faldeus had originally predicted it this way—
He planned to take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate Bazdilot in one fell swoop when he defected to another organization.
However, the result was far from what he had predicted.
Bazdilot was far from being a so-called traditional magus; he had absolute loyalty to the Scladio family.
Loyalty, this word, is simply a joke to magi.
In the magical world, only interests come first.
In order to ensure the smooth progress of their magecraft, magi will use everything they can.
"Loyalty" is like a fairy tale.
It's not that it doesn't exist, but it's as rare as finding gold in the sand, almost impossible.
However, this was reflected in Bazdilot.
In fact, Faldeus can't be blamed.
No one could have imagined that the cold-blooded and brutal Bazdilot would be so loyal to the Scladio family.
Even if the leader, Galvarosso, had passed away, he did not choose to be a fence-sitter and maintain his interests like those magi in order to realize his wishes.
Bazdilot chose to—
Make those who persecuted the Scladio family fall into the abyss, and let the U.S., which was involved in this matter, be buried with them.
This is really not something a magus would do.
No one saw Bazdilot clearly.
His temperament alone makes it difficult to understand—
In his heart, the status of the family has surpassed the goal of reaching the root. He is no longer a magus, but has become another kind of person.
His soul has long been rooted in the Scladio family and has become a community.
Rooted deeply and intricately.
That is precisely what Faldeus, as a magus, cannot understand, nor can he understand the complexity of his inner nature…
And the current Faldeus does not know this.
The false world, the city center.
Lorelei and others left the hospital to explore.
In the process, they encountered a police team that was also caught in the black mist and did not know what was going on.
The two sides, maintaining vigilance, probed each other.
The police team is led by a female police officer named Vera.
According to the information passed by British Military Intelligence Division Six, Lorelei knows the information of all the police team members.
Whether it's three-dimensional or hobbies.
Everything has been thoroughly investigated.
Even their experiences as magi and their pasts have been recorded by Division Six.
You know, Military Intelligence Division Six is the originator of the world's intelligence agencies.
It is still the most efficient intelligence agency to this day.
With such an organization as a backing, Lorelei and others are equivalent to having an invisible "eye of heaven."
"It seems that the police have joined forces with those magi who are fighting in the Holy Grail War, right? The police who interrogated me at the time did not have such signs, so not all police officers are involved, right?"
Richard said calmly.
He used the information provided by Britain, combined with his own situation, to probe the police team.
"However, judging from the situation of the great battle in front of the hospital at that time, it should be considered that most of the troops have been sent to that location.
Based on the fact that no reinforcements have appeared since then, even if a very small number of members have to serve as guards for your superiors—that is, the master, I think the number of police companions is at most around thirty, right?"
Richard stared at Vera and said lightly.
Although his tone was calm, his eyes were like a lion's, sweeping over the members of the police team.
"…I have nothing to say about this."
Female police officer Vera felt Richard's difficulty.
Richard grinned: "You are really honest."
"What do you mean…?"
"Indeed, you may have assigned nearly a hundred people to other more important places… But seeing you pause for a moment, and your eyes wandering, I knew I was completely right.".