Shirou's clones number 30 million

"However, the king is not dead, and there is still room for everything to start over."

“You’ve done well. The king no longer needs me.” Tristan paused, then said with a disappointed expression, “I was planning to leave here in a couple of days and go back to my hometown. Now is the perfect time to set off.”

“If you really intended to go back, you would have set off on the very first day you left the Knights of the Round Table. You couldn’t have waited until now.”

Shirou mercilessly exposed his excuse, looking at him coldly:

"In other words, you actually want to rejoin the Knights of the Round Table, but you're too proud to admit it and want the King to give you a way out."

"People are always like this: they don't know how to cherish what they have until they lose it and then they regret it."

"You are like this, and so is King Arthur."

"She often regretted that if she had divorced Guinevere earlier, or had never married Guinevere in the first place, the Knights of the Round Table would not have split."

"If we had paid more attention to Mordred, or even discovered her rebellious intentions earlier, the Battle of Kamchu would not have happened, and Gawain, Kay, and others would not have died in battle."

"But one cannot go back to the past, and what has happened cannot be undone. Just as words spoken do not disappear, and spilled water cannot be retrieved. You should understand this better than anyone else, right?"

"Fortunately, King Arthur is still alive. It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. Ask yourself, where do you really want to go?"

Tristan stared blankly at Shirou for a long time before unconsciously putting down his wine glass, a smile appearing on his face.

"You're really something, with such sharp words. I haven't heard anything like that in a long time."

“You’re right. I’m just waiting here for Wang to come find me. As soon as he says ‘Come back,’ I’ll agree immediately.”

Upon hearing this, Shirou smiled slightly, immediately turned around, and said towards the tavern's entrance:

"That's right, Your Majesty."

Artoria appeared, standing at the tavern entrance, quietly watching Tristan.

“Come back, Lord Tristan.”

At this moment, Tristan felt somewhat embarrassed, never expecting that the king would overhear his confession.

But given that the words have been spoken to this extent, and with Wang personally coming to invite them, there is naturally only one answer.

"Yes, thank you for your forgiveness, Your Majesty. This time, I will follow you to the death, until the very end."

……

After Tristan returned to the Knights of the Round Table, he also learned from Shirou about the latest news of Camelot and the gateway to parallel worlds.

At this moment, many Knights of the Round Table are stationed there, making it a restricted area inaccessible to the general public.

"Lord Tristan, the security of that door is the kingdom's top priority right now, and we need your continued attention."

"It is my honor to be entrusted with such an important responsibility by the King. However, I wonder if I am capable of shouldering such a heavy burden?"

"Don't worry, Lord Percival is stationed there with his men."

“Percival is here too, that puts my mind at ease.” Tristan’s worry lessened considerably.

Artoria looked at him in a good mood, surprised that things had gone so smoothly. For a moment, she seemed to see the scene of the Knights of the Round Table gathering a few years ago.

Every war brings the deaths of knights, and new knights are added to the ranks afterward. A few years ago, there were the largest numbers of knights; Gawain, Agravain, Lancelot, and others were still alive.

But in any case, the kingdom was not destroyed, the Knights of the Round Table and Camelot have been revived, and they will surely become even more prosperous in the future.

"Lord Tristan, the kingdom is gradually becoming prosperous thanks to everyone's efforts... Although I still don't understand people's hearts, I hope you will guide me in the future."

If Tristan hadn't known King Arthur's character so well, he would have almost thought he was subtly criticizing him.

"I'm very sorry, Wang doesn't understand people's hearts. It was just a joke I made back then, I didn't expect it to cause such a big reaction."

"Even today, I still regret it. Some things are better left unsaid; they should just stay in your heart."

Artoria was slightly taken aback, and quickly said:

"I didn't mind at all, and Lord Tristan, please don't take it to heart either. Those are things of the past."

In fact, until that moment just now, she had been very bothered by that sentence.

I often ask myself, what exactly is the human heart?

Now, I can finally let it go.

"Shirou, I'd like to go check out the gate next. Do you want to come with me?"

“Of course.” Shirou nodded slightly. “In that case, let’s go together and see the most important place in the kingdom for the foreseeable future.”

If Shirou hadn't awakened the cheat ability shared across parallel worlds, he would definitely be trying to destroy the door by now.

Now, on the contrary, he is quite interested.

On one hand, she is very interested in the technology and stellar power of Academy City; on the other hand, she wants to know if there is a version of herself who has traveled to that world.

However, if such a person truly exists but has lost their memory, it would likely be very difficult to discover them.

Although it has only been two days, a camp has been built around the gate, complete with all kinds of defensive facilities.

This was not only to keep it a secret from the public, but also to prevent an invasion from the other world.

Of course, it's fortunate that this is ancient times when information transmission is inconvenient, otherwise the door would have long been a target of spying by neighboring countries.

“Your Majesty, Shirou, we have arrested seven people in the past two days, all of them young boys and girls.”

"Oh...? Where are they?" Shirou asked instinctively.

After all, it's a student-dominated city where students fight each other, so those who get arrested are definitely young students.

Chapter 476 Why don't you just ask directly?

Chapter 476 (Section 477) Why don't you just ask directly?

"Please come with me."

Led by Percival, the group arrived at a newly erected tent.

Seven students were tied up and simply thrown inside.

Judging from the similar style of clothing they were wearing, they should all be students from the same college.

Based on this, the area behind the door must be very close to that college.

"Was there any interrogation?"

“Not yet. The language they speak is very unfamiliar; we can’t understand it at all.” Percival shook his head slightly.

Shirou was speechless. Indeed, just because he, Merlin, and Artoria could understand it didn't mean that others could.

"Let me ask. I happen to know some languages, so I'll help them remove the cloth stuffed in their mouths."

"Yes."

Two soldiers immediately stepped forward and removed the objects stuffed into the mouths of the men.

The next moment, shouts and screams continued incessantly.

"Untie the ropes, I need to go to the toilet! You bastard!"

"Who are you people? This is outrageous! I need to go to the restroom."

"I can't hold it in any longer! Untie the ropes."

Shirou couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately spoke:

"Untie the ropes, they can't escape."

From Shirou's observation, they were all ordinary people whose powers had been sealed by his shadow clones.

If it weren't for that, those ordinary soldiers really wouldn't have been able to catch them.

The soldiers glanced furtively at Artoria, and after receiving permission, they untied the ropes from the men one by one.

Led by the soldiers, the seven students relieved themselves and were brought back, none of them resisting or trying to escape.

"Damn it! If you have something to ask, just ask it directly. Even if we can't communicate verbally, we can use body language, right? Is it really necessary to torture us like this?"

One of the seven girls, who seemed to have a rather violent personality, stretched her body and glared at everyone present with great dissatisfaction.

"Well then, I'll begin with the questions. What's your name? Which academy do you attend?"

“Irene Urseis, a student of the Rewolf Black Academy, and so are the others.”

As she spoke, Irene stared intently at Shirou's face:

"Who are you people? What do you want with us after luring us here? What do I have to do to get you to release me?"

“That won’t do. You can’t leave until we’re ready here. At most, you can move around freely in this camp.”

Before Shirou could finish speaking, Irene's expression changed drastically.

"I must go back! I have a reason why I must go back."

"One night isn't too serious, but if you stay here for two or three more days, something terrible will happen."

"Tell me, what is this terrible thing?" Shirou said slowly. "We will decide whether to let you go back based on your answer."

Irene was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice:

“I signed a contract with the student council president, Diluc, and I have to do things for him.”

“If we lose contact for a long time, he will definitely think I have defected, and then my sister will be in danger.”

"Our student council president at Rewolf Black Academy is known as the King of Ruthlessness. He is exceptionally cruel, especially to those of us whose weaknesses he has over us."

The other six students all showed expressions of deep agreement, clearly terrified of the King of Sin.

Shirou seemed to be deep in thought; it seemed that the rope behind her, controlled by the wicked king, was stronger than he had imagined.

Why did you sign the contract with him?

“I owe him a lot of money, and I have to work for him.”

"In that case, why don't you switch to working for us? We can help you pay off all your debts."

"What do you want me to do? And it's not a small amount."

"It's alright. Money can solve most problems for me. As for the job, I'll serve the kingdom after graduation, either by joining the army or maintaining order."

“So you have a kingdom behind you. No wonder your clothes look so ancient,” Irene said thoughtfully. “But can your kingdom withstand the pressure from the conglomerate?”

"Of course, we are planning to negotiate with the consortium. You will see our strength in a while."