Sure enough, you just had to be confident. Finally showing your hand, huh!
At the prompt, Fu Qian returned to the Warehouse once more, quite pleased with how things had turned out.
His final motion of pulling the lever had only been for show.
His mission was to eliminate all the other anchors. If he really exposed the Holy Grail to the starry sky and some deity caught sight of it, the mission would probably fail instantly.
As it turned out, the Sage and his party truly didn't care in the least. This had been their plan all along.
But someone did care.
Charlotte in the Hall of Statues had most likely been killed by a volley of rays from the eyes. That was undoubtedly the Holy Grail's doing.
But Fu Qian had seen the three people in the Bell Tower Hall clearly. Their heads had practically fallen off out of nowhere, with no sign of any attack.
What had killed them?
More importantly, Fu Qian had survived two seconds longer than they had, only to witness another case of shield destroyed, bearer dead—just like when he'd died to the "rays" last time.
The difference was that this time there had been no rays.
That was very interesting indeed.
Actually, ever since his shield had been pierced and he'd been killed without warning last time, Fu Qian had been suspicious.
It was understandable to think the Holy Grail had panicked and resorted to another trump card beyond the bounds of common knowledge.
After all, when something was beyond the bounds of common knowledge, anything could happen.
But one question had been impossible to ignore: why had it happened at just the right moment, making it so easy to draw the wrong conclusion?
His first death had made it very easy