The crowd gathered around the opera house.
They looked at the man wearing noble armor, as if he had traveled through time to the present world.
Everyone was talking amongst themselves, noisy and chaotic.
Considering the location of the opera house, everyone thought that the man should be an actor from the opera house.
A few hours ago, a pipeline explosion occurred in the desert area.
Maybe this time it was also a gas leak.
Reporters and the public subconsciously thought so, thinking that this was mostly an accident.
However, the man who was about to be taken away by the police jumped onto the roof of the tallest fire truck while handcuffed.
He relied entirely on his leg strength.
Just jumping onto the roof with that, the onlookers exclaimed in surprise.
The police officers took out their tasers and aimed them at the man.
"Listen well, people! I have an announcement to make!"
The man's voice inexplicably echoed in the distance.
If there were magi here, they would understand that he was using magecraft to spread his voice further.
"I am deeply ashamed for destroying this inviolable opera house, which has been used for reciting poetry and performing stories since its construction. All of this is my fault, and I will not defend myself."
The voice spread in an unusual way.
It was as if the whole world was speaking, strangely lacking a sense of reality, but possessing absolute coercive power.
"However, I promise you all as a substitute for defense! I swear to our great ancestor of chivalry, Moran Pendragon, and to the song that surrounds my homeland—the triumphal song of the great knights! I will definitely stake my own honor to repay the destruction of this opera house!"
The man's voice did not contain charm or mental manipulation.
However, the people listened silently.
If someone else had said such a thing, they would have just laughed it off as if they were looking at a madman.
For some reason, the words uttered by this man carried a strange power, a dreamlike feeling that shocked the hearts of the people and made them stare in fascination.
That was the charm that only a king possessed.
However, more people thought that this was just the man's excuse to save face for destroying the opera house.
"Thank you for listening! I pray that everyone's life will be filled with wonderful songs!"
Only silence lingered at the scene.
However, the man didn't care at all, and he let out a breath as if he had achieved self-satisfaction.
As if relieved of a burden.
He jumped back to the police officers.
Then, along with a bewildered Kayneth, he got into the police car and they were taken back to the police station together.
Those people couldn't understand at all.
The massive amount of information brought in just a few minutes made Kayneth sit in the car for a long time before he came back to his senses.
Although it was only a matter of a few minutes, the mysterious man's speech and the blonde woman's existence were imprinted deeply in the hearts of the Snowfield citizens as a very impressive event.
This was the case not only for the onlookers at the scene, but also for those who heard the man's voice through cable TV.
And even for the magi who watched this scene through familiars or surveillance cameras.
Through the program broadcast on TV.
Moran and the Tohsaka sisters, as well as a group of wives, also saw the upright confession speech of the divine man just now.
Only the speech was okay.
The key is that the man mentioned Moran's name in his speech.
"Pwahahaha! What a gem! I didn't expect such a talent to come out of the kings of Britain in later generations! I'm dying of laughter!"
Mordred laughed non-stop, slapping her thigh.
Tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.
"Ugh… This, this is too embarrassing…! What is that king thinking! It's so embarrassing! Is he trying to make others laugh at Britain! It's too reckless!"
Marie clenched her pink fist angrily.
Her cheeks were red, as if she was angered.
There is no gap without comparison.
Sure enough, the Moran she is serving now is better, and the Heroic Spirit on TV is too outrageous.
As a result, Marie can't remember which generation of British king it is.
Giving a public speech in handcuffs like a prisoner in public is simply a disgrace to Britain!
She only feels ashamed and annoyed now.
Because the British people worship every generation of kings, they basically modify and beautify their life stories to a certain extent after each generation of kings dies.
Therefore, it is not possible to identify the identity at a glance.
At least she doesn't recognize that Heroic Spirit.
"Indeed interesting… Such an interesting guy came out in later generations, and he even used my name to make an announcement…"
Moran murmured with great interest.
He didn't think it was as embarrassing as Marie did, but rather felt that the other party had principles through the man's speech.
As a king, he is qualified.
Moran also knows the identity of this junior.
"King! We can't let him continue like this! It will be too late when the reputation of Britain declines!"
Marie said to Moran in a hurry.
However, Moran just smiled faintly and stroked her little head to comfort her: "Okay, okay. I'll make time to see him later… Actually, I think he's quite interesting."
"King! You can't learn bad things from him!"
Although Marie respects the kings of all ages in Britain.
But, if you want to choose.
She will only choose Moran in front of her, because only Moran is the king she, Olga Marie, serves.
"Afterwards, I have to go to the police station~"
Moran's mouth turned up a bit.
Looking at the live broadcast of the video being replayed, the king's dashing speech in front of several camera lenses.
Indeed, it makes people can't help but laugh.
Especially when he thought that this guy was his successor, it made Moran not know what to say.
Should he praise his descendants as talents in the prison system?
What kind of prison-affiliated follower, pure prison-style youth.
Criminal, this is too criminal, it makes people feel very shackled.
"You, you actually swore in the name of the first king… Do you know what this means! Which era of Great Britain are you from…?"
Kayneth's forehead wrinkled into a ? character.
He tried hard to think about who was summoned.
You know, not everyone can swear in the name of the first king.
Only the British can understand the meaning.
Because, it is really not empty talk for the British.
It really has a certain binding force.
"I originally wanted to tell you these things, Master… It seems that you are indeed British. In that case, it is better for me to confess my identity directly, so that it will be easier for you to understand later."
The man showed a serious expression.
Kayneth also realized that the man was serious.
Immediately, he mobilized the Volumen Hydrargyrum: Marrow of the Moon Spirit to activate the magecraft, and arranged a soundproof barrier in the rear compartment.