I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Absolutely none of the kings who have lived for thousands of years can endure Spartacus.

but now……

Ok.

Open one eye, close one eye.

Because times have changed, and I want to do the same.

Shirou smiled.

Chapter 26 Medieval groupies? 【Third update】

Vlad III held a banquet for the victors in the castle. As the patriarch of the Thousand Worlds Tree family, Danik quickly mobilized his manpower to clean up the wilderness battlefield outside the castle.

The battlefield was strewn with the bones of Dragon Tooth Soldiers and rock fragments of golems and golems.

The most disgusting thing is the severed limbs and broken organs of artificial life forms.

Looking from one side of the castle, it was like seeing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Magicians don't have any special feelings, because they have long been familiar with this kind of thing.

Among the magicians, however, Coles Fulvigi Yugdomirenia was an outlier.

He stood on the balcony of the castle, looking at the traumatized battlefield with a complex expression.

"What are you thinking, Coles?" Shirou asked as he came out of the castle, looked at him.

"Ah?" Cowles turned his head to look at him, his expression stunned, he pointed to himself, and asked, "Well, Assassin, do you know me?"

Shirou smiled and nodded.

Can you not recognize me?

In his world, there is still communication.

However, in his world, Coles has become Weber's disciple, but in this parallel world, he is the master of the Thousand World Tree family.

Cowles scratched the back of his head, not knowing how to speak.

He is a magician from the Thousand World Tree family, and compared to his outstanding sister, he is much inferior in talent.Although a mediocre magus, he was chosen by the Holy Grail to be the Master, and he reluctantly accepted.

He is a fairly ordinary magician, and his status is not high in the Thousand Worlds Tree family, so he is usually timid and doesn't communicate much with others, but Assassin pointed out his name.

It made him a little weird.

Shirou walked to the fence of the balcony, pointed to the battlefield in the distance, and asked, "Are you concerned about the battlefield and those artificial life forms?"

Cowles hesitated, then shook his head.

Does he care about these things?

To be honest, my heart is touched.

Because those artificial life forms are not puppets and dragon tooth soldiers, but created human beings with the same appearance and genes, so it can be said that they are the children they cultivated.However, if you just admit it like this, you will be too imposing as a magician, and you will be ridiculed by the patriarch and your sister.

"That, I'm sorry." Coles bowed to Shirou, then turned and left.

Shirou watched him leave without saying anything.

He glanced at the battlefield from a distance, and then turned to leave.

However, at this time, behind him, Jeanne of Arc walked up.

Shirou saw her and said with a smile, "Is the banquet over?"

"No." Joan of Arc shook her head and said, "I walked out by myself. Lancer the Black is a tolerant monarch, so he is not angry with me."

Shirou laughed: "It's not good to have a banquet with the monarch. You can't leave the venue at will, and you have to take care of the monarch's emotions."

After a pause, Shirou glanced at the scenery behind him, then turned back, looked at Joan of Arc, and said with a smile: "It seems that you also came to see the battlefield to be cleaned. Then I will leave this excellent observation position to you. We have to go first."

Shirou raised his foot and was about to leave, but at this moment Joan raised his head to look at Shirou and shouted: "That, that, please wait a moment, Black Assassin!" "

Shirou stopped, turned his head, looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "Is there anything else, Ruler?"

Joan took a deep breath, then looked at Shirou, and asked, "Assassin of the Black, I have a question for you."

"What's the problem?" Shirou asked with interest.

"You -- you are Arthur, the Eternal King who is sleeping deep in the Hall of Valor, right?" Joan of Arc stared at Shirou tightly and asked aloud.

"Yes, it's me." Shirou nodded.

"Really, it's you?" Jeanne's eyes lit up, and her pretty face showed excitement, as if seeing an idol she admired, but she didn't know what to say to Shirou.

because--,

She was burned at the faceless Holy King in Cornwall.

"Holding, I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I really don't know what to say now." Joan of Arc said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter."

Shirou looked strange, and asked: "It's just that I'm very strange. What's going on on the Seat of Heroes? Why do you both know me? Seat of Heroes is supposed to be a realm that transcends time and space. I'm just in my seat. The world has made some insignificant contribution, which is nothing."

"You are humiliating yourself. You are the only person who has changed the direction of pan-human history. It is not surprising that the Heroic Spirits know you. Moreover, what you have done is by no means trivial. If it weren't for the sanitation you created The system, the Black Death alone is enough to kill too many people, and the vaccinia vaccination technology you created has so far guaranteed the lives of hundreds of millions of people in the face of smallpox... Ah, too many, I I can't count them anymore." Jeanne said excitedly.