Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 564: It’s Time to Be a Bad Guy

Chapter 564: Chapter 564: It’s Time to Be a Bad Guy

"Gu! Bastard...!"

Jester cast a resentful gaze.

Naturally, it could only be directed at Moran alone.

Even if the other party had the identity of a True Ancestor, there was no reason for a Dead Apostle to submit to an Ancestor.

Dead Apostles were allowed to subvert their superiors.

This was a standard that had long been accepted in the Dead Apostle world.

Even the Twenty-Seven Ancestors would only smile happily if they knew that their subordinates wanted to rebel against them.

Neither side would regret it.

Dead Apostles were long-lived species that could live for a very long time.

A long life could easily erode a Dead Apostle’s emotions and desires, so the rebellion of subordinates was also regarded by the Ancestors as a part of the fun.

The higher the Dead Apostle, the more they welcomed their subordinates to launch a rebellion, looking forward to them bringing a great pleasure to their lives.

If they died, then they died.

It was not something that could not be accepted.

The superiors would inherit the Principle Idea Blood of the deceased Ancestor.

They had already stepped into death when they became Dead Apostles. Dead Apostles were far more indifferent to the perception of death than humans.

"Don’t think you can escape!"

The female assassin intended to at least use her own strength to expel that filth.

When I came to my senses, I had already taken a step forward.

Eliminating the monsters before me and purging the filth within myself—driven by the urge to destroy myself, yet forbidden by faith.

But thinking about such things is proof of immaturity, and she felt ashamed. Thus, she tried her best to eliminate the Master/enemy who was trying to escape.

"Hey, if you have any trouble later, you can consider coming to me. I don’t mind offering help."

Moran looked at the female assassin who was agitated by her faith.

He extended an olive branch once again.

Just as Irisviel had said.

This guy has become so indiscriminate with his affections that he’s not even aware of it himself. It’s truly astonishing.

"...If necessary, I will."

The female assassin glanced at Moran.

Although her gaze was still cold, it was clearly much softer and more natural than before.

Chasing after Jester, who was trying to escape from this place.

She quickly rushed into the passage.

A black and a red afterimage unfolded a chase within the building at a speed beyond ordinary comprehension.

Moreover, Father Hansa, who had caused this conflict, was also following the female assassin to pursue the vampire.

Moran had no intention of chasing.

He was just a mere seventh-rank Dead Apostle. Would it not be beneath him, a King of the True Ancestors, to chase after such a being?

If his former True Ancestor comrades were to hear of this, they would probably laugh him to death.

Moran’s former prey were all Ancestors. He disdained chasing after existences like seventh-rank Dead Apostles.

As for the people from the Church, Moran didn’t care about them either.

"However, they’re not bad as whetstones for Noel. Although she inherited my blood, she’s still clumsy..."

Moran couldn’t help but smile.

Noel, who inherited his Principle Idea Blood, had at least the level of strength of a Twenty-Seven Ancestor.

However, due to her lack of experience, she had the strength of an Ancestor but not the style to match.

Currently, a seventh-rank Dead Apostle like Jester was perfect for Noel to hone her skills.

This was also Moran’s reason for letting Jester go.

He didn’t care much about this Dead Apostle.

As he had said before, Dead Apostles were nothing more than food for the True Ancestors. In the past, these vampires were lambs to be slaughtered.

Moreover, Moran didn’t come for the female assassin and Jester this time. His interaction with them was just a coincidence.

"Hmph..."

Moran seemed to be humming a tune.

He looked cheerful.

His gaze swept across the police station lobby, taking in all the officers present, without exception.

These guys are far from becoming true heroes. It seems I have to play the villain for a while...

At the same time, Moran sighed helplessly in his heart.

His actions, like observing animals, made the officers shudder, and they subconsciously adopted a defensive posture.

"Alright, now it’s just us.

Officers, are you just going to stand there and watch? I must say, with this level of ability, you’re not qualified to survive in this Holy Grail War."

Moran wore a sardonic smile on his face.

He treated the police with contempt.

"Against assassins, 70% of you will die in battle. After paying such a price, the remaining 30% might awaken their Noble Phantasm’s true name, but even then, it’s only a 50/50 chance.

In my opinion, that’s far too weak. Did you think the Holy Grail War was a game?"

Moran made a sharp judgment.

If the battle continued to develop, there was a 90% chance that it would turn out as he said, and they would have to pay such a price to transform the team.

This is really... too weak.

If it were the direct troops of Britain, there wouldn’t even be any casualties.

They were so weak that Moran couldn’t help but show himself.

He had certain expectations for these mortals, so how could he just sit idly by?

The weakness here doesn’t refer to the police officers’ lack of cooperation.

It refers to their overall level of weakness.

However, it’s understandable. The oldest of these police officers are only in their thirties or forties.

Even as police officers, they may not have experienced many life-and-death struggles in modern society. Modern society overprotects humans, turning them into lambs and erasing their bloodlust.

Although this is good for the development of human reason, Moran thinks it’s terrible in terms of individuals dealing with disasters.

As Gilgamesh said, this era, humans only have a numerical advantage.

There are too many useless people.

Even if one-fifth of humanity were eliminated, human reason could still operate without much change.

As a king, Moran was confident in saying this.

"Moran Edelfelt Pendragon, the great King of Britain. I, Orlando Reeve, and the Snowfield City Public Safety Police Department have no intention of being enemies with you... You are not a Master in the Holy Grail War, so there is no need for us to fight, right?"

Orlando’s throat trembled slightly.

Bearing the pressure emanating from this king, he took a step forward with a firm expression that defied death.

"Hahahaha, well said. I know you don’t intend to be enemies with me, and you even respect me.

That’s very good. I commend you. I can also express my gratitude to you on behalf of Britain."

Moran said with a hearty laugh.

Orlando felt that there was room for maneuver, and just as he wanted to express more goodwill, Moran revealed a cold smile and said, "However, just because you don’t intend to be enemies with me doesn’t mean I don’t intend to be enemies with you."