"Perhaps. But rest assured, Master, I will bring you victory. As long as I have the ten rings, that man called Higashino Kanade will be no match for me." Solomon stroked the ring on his finger.
"True. Who could possibly stand against the renowned King Solomon?" Marisbury chuckled softly, then advised, "But to be safe, you should read the manga Higashino Kanade drew. If he did not deliberately alter anything, all his trump cards should be in there."
"I have already read it. The manga... was quite interesting."
A rare trace of delight appeared on Solomon's usually stern face, and the corners of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly.
For some reason, seeing Solomon so confident made Olga Marie's heart pound with unease.
Solomon was her father's Servant, and her father had excellent odds of winning this Holy Grail War. Olga Marie naturally wanted her father to win. Yet whenever she thought of her father eventually facing Higashino Kanade, she could not bear to witness it.
On one side was her father; on the other was Uchiha Kanade, the man who had changed her life. Olga Marie clenched her little fists in anguish, her expression conflicted as she found herself unable to make a choice.
July 8th, ten o'clock at night, in the basement of a small two-story townhouse in central London.
Aozaki Touko leaned against the sofa, continuously smoking a cigarette. Her expression was both lost and conflicted, like someone standing at a crossroads in life.
Around Aozaki Touko, lifeless dolls had been neatly arranged on shelves. There were no fewer than twenty of them, nearly filling half the basement.
What was astonishing was that these dolls all had almost exactly the same face and highly similar builds. If Higashino Kanade saw this scene, his jaw would surely drop,