Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!

In the parking lot behind the police station.

Ciel is fighting Noel alone.

Hansa, Jester, and the female assassin, who were originally fighting Noel, were able to find a chance to escape. They didn't intend to face an enemy at the level of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors at this critical moment.

Among them, the female assassin wanted to continue chasing Jester.

But she was unable to do so.

Feeling the little magical power left in her body.

If she continues to fight, she will have to accept Jester's magical power to maintain her limit.

She is now troubled by this matter.

And Jester lost two lives in the battle at the police station. He plans to hide temporarily to preserve his strength.

Hansa was shocked by Ciel's appearance.

He knows the existence of this girl.

She once killed the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, who were regarded as great enemies by the Church, and not just one, but two.

——The Twenty-Second Ancestor. Chromclay Petastructure.

——The Seventh Ancestor. Einnashe.

This glorious record caused a major earthquake in the Church.

You must know that in the past, the Church had to prepare for a hundred years to deal with one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.

Since the establishment of the Church, only two ancestors have been successfully sealed, and none of the 20 have been killed.

Ciel killed two ancestors in just ten years.

It's impossible not to be shocked.

"I didn't expect that even the Burial Agency's adults have come here. Were they sent by the Papal Court?!"

Hansa tried to avoid getting into the battlefield.

Just watching the fight between Noel and Ciel.

He felt that if he was not careful, he would most likely end up like those flying stones and debris.

"However, as long as this Burial Agency's adult is here, even if the opponent is those Heroic Spirits, there is nothing to fear!"

Hansa stared at Ciel in the center of the battlefield with fiery eyes.

That is awe and worship for a powerful existence.

The Burial Agency deals with enemies who offend the realm of God. None of them are inferior to Heroic Spirits.

For a Dead Apostle like Jester.

In front of the Burial Agency, they are just kittens and puppies.

Even if he faced the Heroic Spirit Gilgamesh, Hansa had great confidence in Ciel.

"But, these days, even Dead Apostles are pursuing the Holy Grail. Is the end of the world coming…"

Hansa spoke with a worried tone.

Now that he was personally involved in this Holy Grail War, the situation was far more complex than he had imagined.

Especially that King of Britain.

He truly couldn't see through him at all.

Snowfield, Crystal Hills.

Richard, who had escaped from the police station with Kayneth, was experiencing a huge shock.

Kayneth saw Moran storm into the police station and cause a ruckus.

He immediately thought it was due to his own incompetence that Moran had to show himself, and he felt ashamed.

However, the truth was completely different from what he thought.

Moran wouldn't go to the police station specifically for Kayneth; he went purely for fun.

Bringing Kayneth and Richard back to Crystal Hills was just a convenient afterthought.

However, Moran thought it was good to create a glorious image of himself in the eyes of his subordinates.

"Saber… you…"

Kayneth suppressed his feelings of shame.

Along the way, Richard had been like a curious child, talking about all sorts of whimsical things.

But after seeing Moran, he hadn't heard Richard say anything outrageous.

Instead, Richard was so quiet that it was frightening.

Kayneth, puzzled, turned to look at Richard.

Then, he couldn't help but be startled.

Because the composed smile that Richard always wore on his face had disappeared—

He seemed to have witnessed the end of the world, and there wasn't even a trace of emotion that could be described as joy or sadness in his expression, only pure amazement.

It was hard to imagine that this former King of Britain would show such an expression.

"Is this… a dream…?"

Richard had been repeating this sentence since just now.

It was as strange as if he were under a spell.

"Saber… this is the current King of Britain, His Majesty ascended the throne of Britain not long ago… Do you perhaps know the King?"

Kayneth noticed that Richard was staring intently at Moran, who was walking ahead, and couldn't help but feel strange.

Richard was the King of Britain from over a thousand years ago.

Even if he saw the current King of Britain, he shouldn't be this shocked, right?

"We don't know each other. This is the first time I've met him," Richard said, shaking his head.

In fact, Kayneth had no idea what Richard was feeling at the moment; only someone who had been the King of Britain could understand.

Before Kayneth could ask any more questions, Richard said blankly, "Master, wait a moment… my companions… are confirming something…"

When he first saw him in the police station lobby, he thought it was just a coincidence.

Richard believed that Moran was just a descendant of the founding king's bloodline left in Britain, and definitely not the man himself.

After following Moran out of the police station, he had also recovered from his shock.

Now, Richard activated his second Noble Phantasm to verify whether his guess was correct.

[Rounds of Lionheart]

This Noble Phantasm allows Richard to use his own spirit origin as a catalyst to manifest those with whom he had formed bonds in life as Servants or attendants, mentors, etc.

The number of those summoned varies depending on the Master's magical power at the time of summoning and the land used as a base.

Those who are recorded on the Throne as Heroic Spirits can also be summoned, but in that case, they will manifest in a weakened state compared to a normal summoning.

Although the summoned Servants sometimes lend Richard their power, their continued manifestation consumes a large amount of magical power, so it is almost impossible to use them like ordinary Servants.

Richard's Noble Phantasm is similar to Moran's unique skill [Heroic Tales Eternally Sung].

Now, Richard is verifying with his companions from his lifetime.

The result made him tremble and clench his fists, "Ah… oh my god, ah… ah…"

His piercing gaze focused on Moran's back.

At this moment, Richard confirmed the truth.

Richard's guess was spot on.

The man walking in front of him was not a descendant of that great founding king, but the man himself.

The Dragon of Albion.

The Lord of Light.

The ancestor of the end of the Age of Gods.

The true founding father of Great Britain in the truest sense.

Every word used to describe him, without exception, is engraved with legendary achievements worthy of being recorded in history.

To the extent that even being praised as a god by the world would not be an exaggeration.

The man's name is Moran Pendragon!