"If it is within your power to assign that kind of a designation, then be smart and get answers for yourself too."
Lord El-Melloi kept his gaze away from Roman. It helped him concentrate, to calculate, to find some way to deal with all of this. The world might be ending, but it was still a farce. Stupid. Just...stupid. He wasn't articulate right now, and a real fight about this required Lord El-Melloi II to actually argue rather than repeat the same words out of fruseration time and again.
"You don't know what happened at Clock Tower. Send me to London to do reconissance and see if any allies remain. If this...situation...has been forced upon me, then that same power should be more than enough to keep me safe."
The suggestion wasn't subtle. Roman had read the concerns on Lord El-Melloi II's face for what they were, but he also was willing to bank that the silence from Clock Tower and Olgamarie in specific was something that truly did need to be followed up on. If Roman was smart, if Roman had learned from Marisbilly and Lev, he'd agree, banking on any survivors being enough to actually keep Lord El-Melloi II from refusing to help further.
Again, Lord El-Melloi II reached into his coat pocket, this time finding his cigar case. He fished it out and opened it as a matter of habit. Roman had gotten a little bit of steel in him in the last ten years, that much was admirable and likely needed in a place with stronge personalities and stronger magecraft users.
"And answer this. How many other situations have you designated Grand Order to in Chaldea's time?"
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Lord El-Melloi kept his gaze away from Roman. It helped him concentrate, to calculate, to find some way to deal with all of this. The world might be ending, but it was still a farce. Stupid. Just...stupid. He wasn't articulate right now, and a real fight about this required Lord El-Melloi II to actually argue rather than repeat the same words out of fruseration time and again.
"You don't know what happened at Clock Tower. Send me to London to do reconissance and see if any allies remain. If this...situation...has been forced upon me, then that same power should be more than enough to keep me safe."
The suggestion wasn't subtle. Roman had read the concerns on Lord El-Melloi II's face for what they were, but he also was willing to bank that the silence from Clock Tower and Olgamarie in specific was something that truly did need to be followed up on. If Roman was smart, if Roman had learned from Marisbilly and Lev, he'd agree, banking on any survivors being enough to actually keep Lord El-Melloi II from refusing to help further.
Again, Lord El-Melloi II reached into his coat pocket, this time finding his cigar case. He fished it out and opened it as a matter of habit. Roman had gotten a little bit of steel in him in the last ten years, that much was admirable and likely needed in a place with stronge personalities and stronger magecraft users.
"And answer this. How many other situations have you designated Grand Order to in Chaldea's time?"