Beast's Identity?

Hearing that they were going to kill people might not have seemed like much. Aside from a few exceptions, nearly everyone present had killed before.

Of course, most of those killed had probably been bad people. Even the good ones had not slaughtered innocents without reason. Caster always had their reasons.

For spellcasters like Sigma, killing was even more commonplace. Sigma had once killed his own teammate, though the other person had tried to kill him first.

Even among the El-Melloi Classroom students, aside from the newly joined Tsubaki, the others had more or less killed before.

But this time, they had to kill the people of one world—or rather, five worlds—and do so indiscriminately. The meaning of that was entirely different.

Even Ritsuka Fujimaru had been unable to make up his mind immediately back then, and had even doubted himself for a time.

Only after being guided by the people of the Lostbelts throughout the journey had he finally been able to make up his mind.

Ordeal Call II was not merely a reckoning for the Avenger. It was also Ritsuka Fujimaru's own self-examination.

Sure enough, upon hearing that they might have to kill many innocent people, many of them hesitated.

There was no issue with protecting their own Proper Human History, but slaughtering countless innocent people was another matter altogether.

When the time truly came, even Rin Tohsaka or Sigma might not be able to bring themselves to do it.

As everyone whispered among themselves, over in the Russian Lostbelt, within the palace of the capital, Moscow—

Kadoc knelt on one knee before the Tsar, scarcely daring to breathe.

Yuan Shikai had predicted correctly. Every Lostbelt was somewhat different.

Because Marisbury had not retreated behind the scenes, Olga Marie had not died, and the Alien Star had not