"What does that mean?"
"He needs a trial for humanity. We need to use the Holy Grail War as a foundation to present humanity with a test."
"And the theme of this test-"
Horace's voice grew meaningful. "Is 'whether humans can be independent.'"
Messmer opened her mouth. "But..." Humans can't possibly be independent! ( ⩌ - ⩌ )
Horace interrupted her. "Whether they pass doesn't matter. What the people of this world are like has nothing to do with us. We just need to satisfy Dove."
Messmer really wanted to sigh, but then she thought, Why am I even bothering? Thinking wasn't her job. She could just do whatever Uncle said.
With that thought, she instantly felt much more relaxed. Only with an empty head could she enjoy herself.
And so, the cheerful Messmer prepared to leave. As she passed Caren, she suddenly stopped, her golden eyes turning toward the girl.
Filth like the Miquella Document utterly ruined her good mood.
Messmer raised her hand. A wisp of flame shot from her fingertip and landed precisely on the book in Caren's hands.
The pages instantly caught fire.
Caren instinctively let go. The book fell to the floor, its pages curling in the flames, blackening, and turning to ash.
The entire process took less than three seconds.
Messmer lowered her hand and turned to leave. "Garbage Miquella wrote... children shouldn't read too much of it."
Caren: "..." I don't like it, but you can't just burn it!
A mischievous idea instantly came to the girl. She remembered that the book was worth quite a bit.
Caren shouted after Messmer, "Pay for it!"
Messmer stopped and turned her head. "What did you say?"
"Pay for it."
"..."
Messmer fell silent. Having burned a little girl's book, she really ought to pay for