“laplaces demon…” Francesca snatched the project completion report, her fair hands trembling slightly, her inner excitement beyond description.
You must know that she had already been in contact and cooperated with the America government for many years.
This counterfeit Holy Grail War located in Snowfield City, which had been prepared for decades prior, had her as one of the organizers.
Many inside stories and trends were nearly transparent to her.
Logically speaking, even if unexpected situations occurred, they mostly could not escape a connection to the Holy Grail War.
However, this was the first time Francesca learned that other unknown fierce works were hidden near Snowfield City.
From America’s administrative divisions, Area 51 was indeed right next door to Snowfield City.
Originally, it was just an ordinary military base, at most harboring some absurd alien rumors that could not withstand scrutiny.
Moreover, America’s military bases were spread all over the world, numbering in the hundreds.
It was impossible for Francesca to focus on such mundane military matters one by one.
She suspected that Fadius, who also had a military establishment background, might not necessarily understand the inside story either.
Those in charge of the counterfeit Holy Grail War and those in charge of Area 51 likely belonged to different chains of command, which was normal, right?
“Hehe, although the information recorded on this report is incomplete and erased many key contents involving personnel identities and technical details, it should be out of confidentiality regulations!”
“However, it is not a big problem. We can start analyzing from places like the writing logic and format differences of this report… Um… At least two, no, at least three forces are involved in it!”
Subtracting the American side, there were at least two more factions!
“Ooh ooh ooh ooh, so that is how it is, so that is how it is, what a magnificent stroke, hahahaha!”
Francesca could not care less about what kind of plans the top brass of this young country of America had.
Having suddenly stumbled upon the secrets buried by this Area 51 research institute, who could suppress their curiosity and not frantically investigate it to the very bottom!
As for why she was familiar with the American reporting style?
Eh, it was very simple.
When she was bored usually, she would peek at a few reports that Fadius submitted to his superiors, and she pretty much knew the ropes.
“Look, I said from the very beginning there was a problem!”
Grimm slammed the table and said, “In-human experiments might not be done by just one person, but involving so many, it must be closely related to Odin!”
“Besides, I have been locked into this place by Odin for sixty years. In other words, I was dragged into this world by Odin at the time node of 1950! This time point is one thousand percent problematic!” Follow the newest chapters on NovelPing.
Wait, 1950, the time point 60 years ago…
Prompted by Grimm like this, Francesca’s pupils shrank, and she suddenly remembered another suspicious place.
Snowfield City also suddenly flourished 60 years ago.
Because it was precisely at that time point that this place was chosen as the venue for the counterfeit Holy Grail War and began decades of construction work.
High-precision surveillance cameras on streets and alleys including indoors, familiar networks constructed by life forms like bugs, mice, and birds, hidden suggestive magic in infrastructure such as huge screens and billboards, monitoring and detection divided according to locations, or functional barriers to drive away idlers…
These things were not built in a day, but were the results of years and years of construction by magic families like Fadius over generations with the support of America’s high-level officials.
The ostensible excuse was to facilitate the controllable order of the Holy Grail War, but in reality, perhaps there was also the intention of covering for the neighboring Area 51?
Did Fadius and his group really not understand the secrets of Area 51?
Not necessarily!
Even if communication was restricted due to work secrecy regulations, they should have heard something about it.
Come to think of it, the more this place was dug into, the more there was!
Odin, what on earth have you, such an existence, been plotting for decades?
Thinking of the endless fun to come in the future, a flush rose on Francesca’s face.
“Hey hey, this place is really not simple. Maybe, the entire city is a product under a conspiracy… Being able to discover all this is thanks to you!”
“Grimm, meeting you is really, really, really great! Hehe, in the future, can you let me always follow your footsteps?”
The gothic dress girl pounced over excitedly, her whole tender and soft body hanging on Grimm’s shoulders and swaying, her nose tip lightly touching his neck.
This perfect body of his indeed smelled so good…!
“Of course!… People like you and me have long seen through Odin’s conspiracy layout—his minions are spread all over the place, their tentacles reach deep into the upper echelons of noble families, and cities will become his experimental grounds!”
“But most people in the outside world do not know. They will say I am a madman, but I refuse to. I want to prove that I am not wrong! I want to record today’s discoveries in full in abyss of odin, as irrefutable evidence of his crimes that he cannot erase!”
Grimm’s tone was impassionate as he grabbed the girl’s hands, solemnly as if recruiting a trusted confidant and major minister:
“Francesca, a person of insight like you is too rare. Work hard together with me. When the time comes to transmit messages to the outside world, it will be the day when Odin’s sinful life surfaces!”
Ishtar: “…”
It is over, Odin’s conspiracy theory has started to spread, increasing from one to two.
She felt her vision go dark, as if she could see two madmen mentally resonating and thinking on the same frequency, singing and dancing without anyone else around in front of her, immersed in the victorious carnival of “finally finding the organization”.
Snap!
Suddenly, the report in Ereshkigal’s hands slipped to the floor and scattered everywhere, just like her state of mind at this moment.
Her eyes reflected the overlapping figures of Grimm and Francesca, her face pale:
“Then what about me?”
Why did it turn out like this?
It was me, clearly I came first, it was clearly agreed that I am the best partner…
Before she could finish speaking, Grimm replied with a firm tone:
“Ereshkigal, the road ahead is treacherous, and Odin’s big hand has long shrouded the earth. This is destined to be a bitter journey full of fierce battles and strife. Are you willing to come with me? Along this road, we will not abandon each other, nor betray each other, until the end of death.”
The end of death (the Underworld)?
The Underworld goddess’s heart seemed to be gently touched as she looked at Grimm’s outstretched hand.
Ishtar’s eyelid twitched.
Sister, do not go over there, it is hell ahead!
She had always looked down upon this gloomy, homebody, innocent and kind arch-nemesis, but at this moment, she actually had a slight thought hoping that her arch-nemesis could stand in the same camp as herself and not be tricked away.
But Ereshkigal decisively stepped forward, gently placing her hand on his, interlocking their fingers, “I am willing. Odin is indeed very bad and terrifying, but because Grimm is here, so… not terrifying!”
Odin conspiracy theory + 1.
Ishtar: “…”
There are no humans left.