Although it was very barbaric and crude.
But, it was very useful.
Moran believed that if a problem could be solved without using his brain, then why bother using his brain?
The logic was that simple.
"My interest is gone… I never thought her heart would break to that extent. I was really looking forward to seeing the assassin sister cry as she cut open the pure little Tsubaki's neck, who was screaming that she didn't want to die…"
Jester said with a regretful tone.
Then, he opened his clothes to reveal a tattoo on his heart, resembling a revolver's cylinder.
Jester ran his finger across the tattoo's bullet holes.
The flat tattoo rotated, loading another pattern on top.
The shape of the boy Jester changed.
His body instantly swelled, turning into the crimson werewolf that had appeared once before at the police station.
"Goodbye, assassin! Maybe next time I'll have a chance to completely humiliate you with my love!"
Jester also knew how to assess the situation.
Seeing Moran appear here again was hateful, but he had to admit one thing.
This monster True Ancestor…
Crushing him would be a matter of a moment.
Jester could only run away.
However, he wouldn't escape so easily.
Without the Pale Rider's obstruction.
Ciel was finally able to act without restraint.
Puchi! Puchi!
Two Black Keys with iron armor pierced Jester's arm with the force of a mortar.
Flames ignited instantly.
These were Black Keys made of a funeral pyre.
"–Guh!"
Almost without hesitation, Jester gritted his teeth and severed the arm pierced by the Black Keys.
The blades of the Black Keys were engraved with holy words.
Once a vampire's flesh was pierced, there was no way to heal it. As a veteran Dead Apostle, the best solution was to cut off the purified part.
In any case, Dead Apostles had extremely strong healing abilities.
They would be able to recover in time.
"…Don't think you can escape!"
More than one person resented Jester.
The female assassin immediately chased after him.
Ignoring her own injuries, she pushed off the ground and chased after Jester, disappearing without a trace.
"Hansa! Activate the Seventh Holy Scripture! I won't give up until I kill this bastard Dead Apostle!"
Ciel was also furious.
Hansa and the Quartet Sisters had no objections, they also hated Jester to the bone.
They were just waiting for their big sister's order.
Thus, with Ciel and the female assassin leaving one after another, only Moran and the Kuruoka couple, as well as the sleeping Tsubaki and the Pale Rider, remained at the scene.
Due to the extremely large amount of true ether overflowing in the air, the Kuruoka couple didn't dare to act rashly.
Moreover, they felt an extremely unusual pressure.
Even if they wanted to move, they didn't have the qualifications.
"Oh well… it's a pity. I didn't expect the Command Seals to choose our daughter, not us."
"That's right. But this is also proof. It should be seen as Tsubaki's magic circuit quality being higher than ours at this age, which is why she was chosen by the Command Seals."
In this abnormal situation, the Kuruoka couple still calmly communicated with a nonchalant tone.
As if the people lying on the ground weren't them.
"By the way, we should contact Faldeus now to ask about the situation…"
Yuukaku Kuruoka immediately thought of contacting his ally Faldeus.
Both of them had an unusual calmness.
"Husband, instead of contacting that person, we need to go to the hospital first."
"…You're right. Let's prepare the tools to cut off the right hand there."
"Let's do that."
Hearing the couple's bland statements.
Their tone was like they were discussing what to eat for breakfast, so calm that it was unbelievable.
"I see… you are the source."
Through the memories he had just absorbed from the beasts, Moran knew why the Kuruoka couple had this mentality.
They were quite pure as mages.
The cutting off of the right hand they spoke of.
Naturally referred to cutting off Tsubaki Kuruoka's right hand, with the aim of transferring the Command Seals to their hands.
"Allow me to ask, the arm you two plan to cut off is your daughter's right arm?"
Moran wore a gentle smile.
Even if he was just asking a simple question, the charm and aura he exuded were not something ordinary people could resist.
Even if he didn't mean to.
It was almost a bewitching power to ordinary people.
Normally, Moran had to deliberately restrain his aura, otherwise he wouldn't be able to interact with ordinary people at all.
"Yes, that's right. Anyway, she's unconscious, so there's no need to worry about her screaming.
However, it would be troublesome if we lost the ability to leave descendants for the future, so we must pay close attention to the operation of the heart and nerves.
Please convey to Faldeus and Chief Orlando to arrange for the hospital staff to handle things during that period.
Although I don't want to ask Francesca, as long as we have her magecraft, even in the worst-case scenario of losing her head, we can leave only the reproductive functions."
Not deliberately trying to be bad guys or sarcastic, Yuukaku Kuruoka's statement was probably just a calm statement of facts.
Affected by Moran's almost divine Geass.
The Kuruoka couple naturally regarded Moran as an ally on the same side, and there was no avoidance in their words.
This was actually a power similar to mental manipulation.
But, it was different from the Pale Rider's.
Moran's power was completely like a divine pressure, a very natural aura that was emitted.
He alters the rules of the world with just a glance, a breath, a whisper, a word.
From this perspective, Moran is no different from a god. This is the result of him unleashing his divine aspect.
Normally, he keeps it restrained.
But this time it just so happened to be useful, so he brought it out.
"Oh, it seems you are very orthodox mages.
Ah, of course, I won't blame you for anything. The path of magecraft is like this. It's just a pity…"
Moran smiled and shook his head.
He understands mages too well.
The Age of Gods has declined, and mystery remains.
Mages before the Age of Gods weren't this inhumane, but the current era is a dark age for mages.