Type-Moon Simulation: Starting with Conquering a Greek Goddess!
Chapter 567: Lucky Police Force

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: Lucky Police Force

The young police officer’s name was John Wingard.

From a young age, he had a special feeling about the police profession.

His deceased mother, like him, had worked as a police officer.

When he was still too young to really understand, he witnessed his mother’s end on television.

John’s father immediately turned off the TV, not wanting his son to see the scene of his mother surrounded by flames—but that moment of fire was deeply imprinted in John’s heart.

To comfort John, who had lost his mother,

his father chose to tell John stories about his mother whenever he couldn’t sleep.

Although this wasn’t a wrong choice as a father,

it also led John down the same path his mother had taken, and he became an ideal police officer.

No, it could be said to be a curse.

John didn’t discover until he was an adult that his father was a magus.

At the same time as the truth was revealed, he was also told that he had been sold to the country by his father in a transaction.

Even though the United States was a powerful country, compared to the Holy Church and the Mage’s Association, the United States was always a few steps behind in dealing with the mysterious.

Things like taking in magical talents.

It wasn’t a strange thing for the United States.

John was afraid of magecraft.

Because from the moment he discovered magecraft, he, who had originally believed in science, realized that many unsolved cases had mysterious figures behind them.

He could understand the concept that magecraft should be hidden.

However, John couldn’t accept that people’s lives should be used as the price to pay in order to hide magecraft.

When John was confused,

it was Orlando who pointed him in the right direction.

–The unreasonable things caused by rules beyond cognition can also be solved by methods beyond cognition.

After that, John was promoted to the direct unit through continuous efforts.

And was dispatched to Snowfield City to deal with the Holy Grail War.

He still remembered what Orlando had told them at that time, the shocking truth about this Holy Grail War.

"This city is about to become a battlefield for magi. Since the country is taking action, this war is bound to be unstoppable."

"Fighting against the country is also a path, but that is a foolish means worse than having no plan."

"In that case, what we should do is to maneuver around the war and continue to maintain order. We can only prove to magi all over the world that there are guards here who protect the boundary between the world and the world of magecraft."

"Remember. If we fail, the worst situation is that 800,000 citizens will be sacrificed."

When he learned that the country was manipulating this matter,

what John felt was incomprehension and anger.

Using 800,000 citizens as pawns for holding the Holy Grail War, could a country that committed such cruel acts still be considered a country?!

John wanted to try to stop it.

However, he realized that it was too late. The United States had been planning the Snowfield City Holy Grail War for half a century.

This was by no means something he could overturn alone.

On the other hand, Orlando’s idea was the most reasonable.

They had to control the development trend of the Holy Grail War and suppress all situations before the citizens were harmed.

If they could do it, John believed it would be proof.

As long as they could control the power of the top-tier familiar "Heroic Spirit," just being there would greatly restrain the magi and prevent them from acting rashly.

However, John was still too naive.

As a magus with little experience, he didn’t understand the cruelty of the mysterious, nor had he seen true monsters.

Just like, at this moment.

The King of Britain, who far surpassed the Dead Apostle Jester, easily played the police in the palm of his hand.

"Oh? Not running away? If you run away now, you might still have a chance. It’s not impossible for me to mercifully spare your lives."

Like a devil throwing candy.

Moran scanned the police officers who could still stand, with a relaxed smile on his face that didn’t reveal any hostility.

However, no one wanted to run away.

Seeing this scene, Moran seemed to frown in dissatisfaction, but deep in his eyes, a hint of appreciation emerged.

"Hoh? No one wants to run?"

As soon as Moran finished speaking, John stood up and said, "Haa... If I think about it calmly... of course I want to run. After all, no matter how hard we struggle, we can’t win against you. Fighting will only lead to death."

"Of course, you can’t win against me."

Moran stated as if stating a truth.

His tone didn’t contain a trace of arrogance, and the police officers could only swallow their anger at the facts.

"Yeah... we can’t win against you... but that’s not a reason for us to back down. Rather than dying, letting a monster like you roam the city and putting 800,000 citizens at risk of death... I think choosing to survive in that way is the most terrifying!"

The moment he said these words,

as if the words were imbued with power, the blade in John’s hand hummed and trembled, as if responding to its master.

This detail was so small that it was hard to notice.

The police officers, whose spirits were worn down to an unbelievable extent, didn’t notice it, but that didn’t mean Moran and Orlando couldn’t see it.

It was a sign of approaching True Name Release!

Even John himself didn’t realize that the magical power in his body was gradually expanding, beginning to break free from the realm of humans.

However, this didn’t mean they could launch a counterattack.

Orlando knew that even if John truly became a Heroic Spirit, he might not have the qualifications to fight Moran.

The difference was only from a tiny ant

to a slightly larger ant.

What’s more, John’s body was in terrible condition right now. One arm had been cut off, and he had varying degrees of injuries all over his body.

He was completely holding on with courage.

It could be said that his whole body had been destroyed, just waiting for Moran to come and deliver the final blow.

"Oh... is it them?"

Suddenly, the grim atmosphere dissipated.

Moran looked up at the corridor on the third floor and smiled, "You guys are lucky, you got your lives back."

There, two figures emerged.

It was Kayneth and Richard, who were openly breaking out of prison, and they had already arrived in the hall.

Hearing the sounds of fighting,

Richard poked his head out from the third floor, secretly observing the situation in the hall with great curiosity.

However, the moment he saw the center of the hall,

his expression froze.