I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

The ravaged and crushed head, the bloody eyeballs connected to the nerves, looks like a miserable death.

On the sea, floating corpses and the bones of warships floated.

People who were acquainted in the past, people who competed with each other, people who chatted and spanked... Now I can no longer hear that voice, and I can no longer see that face.

Low cries lingered over the surviving soldiers.

The mood of the knights was also very low. Lan Maloch, who loved the soldiers the most, had secretly wiped away tears.

Wang didn't say anything, let alone cry.

He just turned his head away, unable to bear to look any further.

The king's heart is also made of flesh.

The king left Artoria, Gawain and others in Londinium to appease the remnant soldiers, count the casualties, and let the remnant soldiers rest on the spot while taking the Saxons into custody, while he himself had to rush back to Cornwall in the starry night. Otherwise, the magicians endowed with [Flower of Evil] will be swallowed by [Evil].

The king rode on Dongentalis, and Artoria came up to him and asked him, "My lord——what should we do with these Saxons?"

Wang said: "All were taken into custody, a few rushed into the army and assimilated, and the rest were treated as slaves. Xu Zhisheng will regulate their behavior. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed!"

"Yes!"

Arturia nodded.

Wang drove Dong En Talis, wearing stars and wearing stars, all the way back to Cornwall.

As soon as he returned to Cornwall, he took back the [Flower of Evil] from Merlin and the others.

Merlin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "My lord, if you don't come back, I don't know what will happen to me."

"I don't have time to listen to your complaints," Shirou said, "I'll give you a moment to breathe, and then go to the palace immediately to deal with business."

"The rest of them, rest where they are, and the next thing will be a tug-of-war!" Shirou said.

"Yes!" A group of magicians who were tortured by [evil] responded with tired faces.

After a pause, Shirou looked at Morgan and said, "Don't play your temper recently."

Morgan: "..."

Although his face was tired, Morgan gritted his teeth at this sentence.

What does it mean to play your temper?

Is she a wayward person?

Shirou returned to the palace and took over the work of Guinevere and the other three.

Although Guinevere looked tired, she looked at Wang, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously: "Wang——, next time you call me, can you stop scratching your hair?"

"Huh?" Wang's nose made a sound.

"No...no no...pretend I didn't say it."

Guinevere trembled, crying in her heart.

Why would you say such a thing?

Will this cruel and ruthless king chop off her head and hang it up high?

"Have you learned to resist..." Wang sneered, looked at the document without raising his head, and said, "I'll give you a day's rest and get out of the palace."

Wang is still as bitter and mean...

However, the head is saved, right?

Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait a minute," Wang said.

Guinevere's body froze, her face full of panic.

Should... Could it be that the more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets, so he wants to chop off his head?

His face was full of mourning.

Wang praised: "Good job."

Guinevere froze for a moment.

She looked at Wang, and found that Wang didn't look up at all. He just held the document and looked at it like this. The governor everything, as if that word of praise didn't appear at all.

but……

But that's not an illusion, is it?

Guinevere walked out of the palace in a daze.

--well done……

Was she praised by the king?

Was it praised by that cruel, mean king who seemed to use everyone as a tool?

It shouldn't be like this...

But why do you feel a little excited?