"As President of the Western United States, I strongly condemn your country's kidnapping of one of our representatives! I demand that you immediately release our representative, Helena Blavatsky!" Edison roared. His lion-headed mane rose without wind, making him look quite imposing.
But even transformed into a beast, he was not very tall—much shorter than Xiang An—and the slightly ridiculous bodysuit did not help.
The two "presidents" standing together gave the onlookers a rather peculiar impression.
A demon-mask helmet, armor, and cape faced off against a lion head in a bodysuit.
"Normally, I only see scenes like this in science fiction movies," Roman offered with high praise.
"What science fiction movie, The Avengers?" Mash, don't play along with Roman's joke at a time like this!
"Mr. Edison, I believe that at the time, our Nor... Northern Chaldea was forced into that course of action." Xiang An truly did not want to say that country's name again. In a deep voice, he continued, "That day, our officials were assisting Miss Florence Nightingale in treating America's wounded and sick. We first held relatively friendly negotiations with Miss Helena from your country. I believe Miss Helena has no objection to that."
Xiang An turned his head, his eyes behind the savage mask glancing at Helena Blavatsky, who was still sitting in the carriage.
"Well, at first, everyone really was speaking nicely to one another..." Helena scratched her head and smiled awkwardly.
"Helena, what did you do back then?" Now that they had reached this point, Edison felt that something was off.
Karna blinked.
"I... I just thought that combat power on the level of Servants, if they weren't on our side, might affect our plans or something. So I wanted to ask Mr. Karna to knock them out first and keep them under control,