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Shirou paused, then asked again:

"So, what's your decision? Are you going to switch jobs?"

After thinking carefully for a while, and hesitating for a long time, Irene shook her head slightly:

"I refuse! You have no idea how terrifying the King of Evil is. I cannot risk my sister's life."

"In that case, I'll just have to trouble you to stay in this camp for a few more days." Shirou smiled slightly.

Irene's face turned extremely pale. Thinking of the consequences of being out of contact for several days, she said in a deep voice:

"It seems that I have no option to refuse."

"Of course not. You will be placed under house arrest for at least three days. This is the kingdom's established policy and it cannot be changed because of you alone."

Shirou glanced discreetly at Artoria, who was most likely to let them go, and added:

"As for what difficulties you may have, that is your own business. We are not related, and it is impossible for me to let the kingdom's important affairs be delayed because of you."

“Fine, I guess I have no other choice.” Irene sighed. “I agree to work for you.”

"Very well, then let's sign the contract first."

As they spoke, Shirou took out a blank magic contract, wrote its contents on it, and handed it over.

This is the most commonly used contract technique in the world where the Demon King Shirou lives. It uses the Demon King's own strength as the binding standard. As long as one's strength does not exceed that of the Demon King, it is impossible to break the contract.

Irene glanced at the contents of the contract and asked in surprise:

"Is such a lenient approach really appropriate? After graduation, I can just find any job in your country, and that would be considered fulfilling my contract."

The contract contained only two clauses: first, the kingdom would help Irene pay off her debt within three days; second, Irene would serve the kingdom after graduation.

“We believe in you. A guy who would give up his freedom for his sister and be manipulated by others can’t possibly be an untrustworthy person.”

"What about this time before graduation? Don't you need my wish after winning the Star Martial Arts Festival?"

"No need! That's just charity from the conglomerate to the students; it's useless to us. Besides, the Academy City is full of hidden talents; I don't think you can win the championship."

"Damn it! Whether it's the King of Viciousness or any of you, you're all too arrogant. With three chances to compete, I'm sure I can win at least one championship!"

"is it?"

Shirou smiled but did not reply.

"Well then, the contract is signed. Come with me to get the money."

Although they are different worlds, some things have the same value, such as gold and jewelry.

Of course, if none of those options work, I can just go with her.

"By the way, what's that place across from the door? It shouldn't be a public place, right?"

Otherwise, there certainly wouldn't be so few students coming in.

"Don't you know? There's an abandoned warehouse behind the door."

"You should be fine going back alone, right?"

“No problem. All the King of Malice wants is money. As long as the debt is paid off, he will have no reason to make things difficult for me.”

More than an hour later, Shirou and the others stood in front of the door, watching Irene leave with a large package on her back.

“Is this a good idea? What if she reveals the situation here to the forces behind the door…” Percival pondered.

"Don't worry, she's trustworthy."

In a place unseen by the people around her, Shirou's shadow clone, invisible, followed behind her and also passed through the gate.

"Then let's continue guarding this place. We must not let the other world discover what's behind the door until we are fully prepared. This period should last at least three days."

Fortunately, most people wouldn't think of another world. Even Irene would only think of it as a gateway to other countries in this world.

Chapter 477 As everyone knows, King Arthur is a fictional character.

Chapter 477, Section 478: As everyone knows, King Arthur is a fictional character.

Over the next two days, people kept mistakenly entering the gate, only to have all their powers sealed away by Shirou's shadow clones, and then captured by the kingdom's soldiers.

Over three consecutive days, a total of twenty-seven students were captured, excluding Irene who was allowed to leave after signing a contract.

The vast majority of these students are from the Rewf Black Academy, with only a small number coming from other academies.

This situation naturally caught the attention of the student council president, the "King of Sinister Brilliance."

As one of the few intelligent people, after carefully examining the door, he quickly connected it to Irene.

Based on his understanding of Irene, he knew she simply didn't have the means or ability to pay off her debts.

Moreover, given her increasingly violent personality and only average appearance, the chances of a hero rescuing a damsel in distress are simply impossible for her.

Therefore, the fact that she suddenly paid off so much debt must mean something unexpected happened, and it might be related to this door.

In the city of Xue Zhan, in an abandoned warehouse.

"What...do you want with me? Hasn't the debt already been paid off?"

As she spoke, Irene unconsciously glanced at the door.

“As expected, you know the situation on the other side.” Diluc said with absolute certainty. “Tell me, although the contractual relationship is over, you are still a student of Rewolf Black Academy.”

Irene hesitated. The kingdom on the other side hadn't asked her to keep it a secret, but as the benefactor who had helped pay off the debt, she couldn't betray them.

Thinking of this, she unconsciously took a step back and asked in return:

"If you want to know, why don't you go and see for yourself? Anyway, given your personality, you're unlikely to believe my one-sided story."

"Makes sense."

Diluc thought for a moment, then turned to look at the boy on the side.

"Go! Find a sturdy rope."

"no problem."

The boy left in a hurry, having somehow obtained a rope.

"Tie yourself up, then go inside, and don't blink during the process."

Diluc's gaze shifted to Irene, and he said again:

"You grab the other end of the rope and pull him back the moment he enters the room. You should be able to do that, right?"

"Are you treating people like stray dogs scouting ahead?" Irene scoffed. "No problem, but the result might not be what you want."

As she spoke, she picked up one end of the rope and patiently waited for the boy to tie the other end to himself.

"I...I'm going in," the boy said cautiously, turning back to look at Diluc.

“Get ready to pull the rope, Irene.” Diluc frowned slightly.

Irene gripped the rope tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed intently on the door:

"Don't worry, I'm available anytime."

The second after the boy entered the room, she pulled him back forcefully, and he flew out.

What's behind the door...?

Before Diluc could finish speaking, a squad of royal soldiers emerged from the door and surrounded everyone in the warehouse.

"See? I told you you wouldn't get your way." Irene looked at Diluc with schadenfreude.

Knowing that the person on the other side could come over at any time, she did not refuse the simple task of pulling the rope.

Tristan, the knight leading the group, glanced at Irene and slowly spoke:

Which side are you on?

“I was forced to come here.” Irene immediately raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, while looking at Diluc. “He is Diluc, the student council president of our academy, known as the King of Viciousness.”

Although I couldn't understand what she was saying, her body language and eyes clearly indicated that she didn't intend to resist, and that the person in charge was the fat man.

Tristan nodded knowingly and led his men to tie up Diluc.

"The kingdom's preparations are not yet complete. Please come with me."

After saying that, without waiting for Diluc and the others to understand, he ordered the soldiers to tie up everyone except Irene.

"Are you from the Kingdom of Britain?" Diluc immediately probed.

"Oh...? Can you understand me?"

“I am very interested in your country’s history and have some knowledge of it. In the past, your Kingdom of Britain was indeed glorious for a period of time, but that is the past. Now it is the era of corporations.”

"History? Our Great Britain and the Great Britain you know may be very different."

"The difference in land area? It's just a matter of having a few more or fewer islands. To any conglomerate, it's as ridiculous as children fighting over a toy."

Tristan unconsciously tightened his grip on the bow. Anyone would feel angry if something they valued was belittled to the point of being worthless, and he was no exception.

Fortunately, he wasn't about to get into a fight with an ordinary person who was also a prisoner.

Passing through the massive gate, looking at the ancient-style armor, the camp, and the castle-like architecture in the distance, Diluc's expression changed slightly.

"Where is this? This can't possibly be the Kingdom of Britain."

“Even if the Kingdom of Britain has become a puppet of conglomerates, it could not possibly be this old.”

"Or rather, it's simply impossible for such an old yet well-preserved place to exist in modern society."

Is it old?

The word made Tristan unconsciously stop in his tracks, and his resolve intensified.

Unexpectedly, Camelot City, which they were so proud of, was described as old and outdated.

“You’re right, this is not the era you live in.”

"To be precise, this is the Kingdom of Great Britain, ruled by King Arthur, 1,500 years ago, in the time of yours."

“That’s impossible!” Diluc categorically denied. “As everyone knows, King Arthur is just a fictional character, and there is absolutely no historical document to prove that he really existed.”

what!

Tristan's expression changed slightly. In the future, the king was actually believed to not exist?