"Holy Grail?"
The agents in the room froze. "Wasn't the Holy Grail outside the city? Miles and the others only just set out..."
No. 22's expression shifted repeatedly. He paced around the dim room for a long while before frowning.
"Something's wrong..."
"What's wrong?"
"I saw it. It was a dark golden goblet that could draw in the flesh and blood of the Body of Desire. It even devoured the life force inside my finger... That was definitely the King's Holy Grail.
But if that's the case, then what is the Holy Grail Miles mentioned in the dried-up oasis...?"
"Could his prophecy have been wrong?"
"That's possible, but I don't think it's that simple." No. 22 fell silent for a moment. "How could a prophet capable of playing more than twenty agents and two gods like fools make a mistake over this one matter?
And his attitude was so certain.
Come to think of it, the very fact that he rescued us from prison was suspicious..."
"You mean he lied to us?" Claude asked in confusion. "He fabricated the appearance of a Holy Grail, then led so many agents out to search for it? Why would he do that?
If he wanted to harm us, the best option would have been to leave us in the dungeon to fend for ourselves. Why take such a risk?"
The group argued for a long time, but failed to reach any conclusion.
"Anyway, we'll know once they return." Claude sighed. "The urgent matter is to obtain the King's Scepter, as well as the King's Holy Grail you sensed just now.
Do you have a plan?"
"You go search for the Holy Grail. As for the scepter... I have my own way. You can't help."
As soon as he finished speaking, No. 22 searched