Ciel listened to Yuukaku Kuruoka 's detailed explanation.
For a moment, she felt a little dizzy.
It wasn't that she couldn't understand the magical theories, but she was surprised that Yuukaku Kuruoka, under suggestion, was still revealing everything.
Ciel had reason to believe that even if she hadn't asked the question, and another ordinary person had inquired, they would have received the same answer.
Neither the concealment of magecraft nor the true identity of the Servant was hidden by the suggestion.
Of course, it couldn't be ruled out that the other party's Servant was setting a trap to deceive her.
But even if it was deception, the explanation was far too detailed.
Ciel, who was accustomed to traveling around hunting Dead Apostles and applying suggestions to thousands of people, was certain that Yuukaku Kuruoka was not lying.
As Ciel continued to ask more questions, she finally understood the type of suggestion.
Even when she asked Yuukaku Kuruoka if he had ever thought about leaving the barrier or suspected that he was being mentally manipulated, his answers were:
"Go out? Why? With such a lovely Tsubaki at home, how could I, as a father, leave her?"
"I'm being mentally manipulated? Yes, of course I know… But even if I am being mentally manipulated, what's the problem?"
"Indeed, staying at home with Tsubaki is the best."
Yuukaku Kuruoka wore a slightly stiff smile on his face, with no vitality in his eyes.
–The Pale Rider was never acting for the sake of the Holy Grail War; it has always had only one goal.
–That is to center everything around Tsubaki Kuruoka.
For a moment, Ciel felt it was difficult to handle, and then she began to use this as a starting point to find a way to break through the barrier.
Maybe she could find a loophole through Yuukaku Kuruoka.
So, she tried telling him that some people outside wanted to harm Tsubaki.
Upon hearing this, Yuukaku Kuruoka's wooden face gained a hint of darkness.
"That's terrible… Thank you for telling me. However, Tsubaki's Servant seems to be becoming more and more steadfast. I believe it will be able to completely protect Tsubaki until the end."
"…Steadfast?"
"Yes. Just a little earlier than when you reminded me—it has already sent out a very excellent watchdog."
As Yuukaku Kuruoka spoke, Ciel sensed a terrifying surge of magical power, and the female assassin appeared beside her.
Arcueid narrowed her eyes, looking towards the Kuruoka residence.
There, a giant hound appeared.
When she played in the Valley many times, Moran often released this hound to entertain her.
Now, she is reminiscing about that time.
The only difference was that this demonic hound, dyed with jet-black flames, exuded an excessively dense aura of death.
It was as if it truly was a divine beast that had walked out of the underworld.
If Richard and the police were here, they would have exclaimed in surprise.
Because the Cerberus summoned by Alcides was only the size of a giant elephant.
But the one in front of Ciel and the others now had grown to the size of a private residence.
If someone said it could blow the roof off with one breath, no one would take it as a joke.
The only fortunate thing was that this massive Cerberus did not see Ciel and the others as enemies; its fiery eyes were fixed on the direction of the city center.
Snowfield, Colesman Special Correctional Center.
"Disappeared… That's all I can say."
Faldeus, who was staying in the special monitoring facility, sighed.
He received reports through his contacts.
The Heroic Spirits who were originally in the chaotic battle disappeared the moment the black mist arrived.
Leaving behind only the devastated battlefield and the strange black mist.
Now even the police have surrounded the scene, and they are using connections to investigate the hospital.
Even the Church and the people of Britain have disappeared.
It is also impossible to determine whether they are dead.
"As for the destruction of the main road, it was an unfortunate chain reaction caused by the previous desert pipeline accident, which led to the explosion of underground natural gas pipes… Let's handle it in that direction.
The natural gas company is a bit pitiful… But it was established for the sake of thorough utilization anyway.
Although I sympathize with the unknowing lower-level employees, let the social security conceived and composed by ordinary politicians take care of that."
Faldeus spoke heartless words while arranging for his subordinates to handle the concealment.
In truth, Faldeus was a true-blue American civil servant, truly only focused on the direction from above.
He was now anxious about the increasingly confusing direction of the Holy Grail War.
A hint of regret even welled up in his heart.
–If he hadn't ordered Hassan to assassinate the head of the Scladio family, he could at least still interfere in the Holy Grail War.
–But there is no regret in the world.
Just as Faldeus was sighing in his heart, unusual magical power fluctuations stirred within him.
He understood that Hassan had returned.
Faldeus immediately stood up from his seat with a blank expression and gave his subordinates a few simple instructions.
Then, he walked out of the monitoring room door.
He looked no different from his usual attendance.
The only difference was that Faldeus was not heading towards the exit of the facility, but towards a secret room that belonged to only one person.
–The magecraft workshop filled with puppets.
"…Can I ask what exactly is going on?"
"Contractor, what do you wish to ask?"
"Hassan-i-Sabbah… I remember the task I ordered you to do was to assassinate Galvarosso Scladio, the head of the Scladio family. But the situation seems to have become a bit strange?"
Faldeus wasn't asking about anything else.
It was about the deaths of dozens of high-ranking officials in the White House, including a presidential candidate with a prominent reputation.
He had to ask about this clearly.
Many of the fifty states in the United States were in chaos due to this incident, and the unrest had not yet subsided.
Among them, officials and voters from both the Republican and Democratic parties believed that the other party had assassinated their own people, and various outrageous conspiracy theories were rampant.
This incident was too bizarre.
As a result, the high-ranking officials in Washington, who were in chaos, were basically in a state of self-preservation.
People were afraid of becoming the next person to be assassinated.