Caster - Learns classified intel

“Don’t call me again. I’ll call you.”

In truth, Orlando had resolved to ignore Caster from now on, and pass any necessary messages through his secretary.

“Damn, bro, you this cold to that Francesca chick too?”

“...!”

Francesca. A chill ran down Orlando’s entire body as Caster uttered her name. Perhaps sensing the chief ’s reaction over the line, Caster cheerfully continued.

“So you’re finally listening. Or maybe you’d understand better if we talked about that Faldeus dude? Your Kuruoka friends from Japan are a hot topic too, yeah?”

“You bastard... How... How much do you know?”

It was possible to share memories and perceptions between Master and Servant. However, since the chief had completely shut off the link to his Servant, Caster shouldn’t have been able to read his memories. Then, how had the man come to know so much of their classified intelligence? Had he come to see what they were scheming and spied on them in spirit form? That troublesome hag couldn’t possibly have sought a meeting with him, could she? Orlando was plagued by such doubts, but Caster’s answer turned out to be simpler than that.

“These days, anything is possible with the internet and telephone. Aren’t you underestimating modern technology? Did you really think I wouldn’t know how to type on a keyboard?”

“Impossible! There’s no way that information would be on the internet!”

“Never mind that. I have my ways. Bro, you don’t know everything about my Noble Phantasms, right? We both keep our secrets. I thought I’d have some fun, so I showed my hand just a bit.”

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