I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Galahad held a knife and engraved the names of people on the city wall.

That's right, the one responsible for engraving the name was Galahad's father—Lancelot, and it is said that Galahad practiced it himself, engraving the names of many people with his small body.

With longing and hard work, these soldiers love this child very much.

"Woo, it hurts so much!"

Perhaps because he saw Shirou, Galahad, who was standing on the high platform with his name engraved on it, lost his footing and fell down with tears in his eyes.

"Father, father...it hurts..." Galahad looked at Lancelot, hoping to be comforted by his father.

however--

"Hmph! Don't be too weak, Galahad! Get up, don't let the king see the joke!" Lancelot said with a straight face.

I don't know why, but a very gentle person always keeps a straight face and exudes majesty in front of his son.

"Woo..." Galahad showed a crying expression.

"Don't be so harsh, Lancelot." Shirou reprimanded, then picked up Galahad, put it on Lancelot's shoulder, and said, "You sit on your father's shoulder and carve Bar."

"King!" Lancelot was about to say something, but Shirou glanced at him.

Lancelot shut his mouth.

Shirou looked at Galahad and said, "If your father throws you off, tell me, and I will punish him!"

"Okay!" Galahad smiled.

"Hmph, since it's the king's order, there's really nothing you can do about it. Galahad, carve carefully. If you engrave the wrong name, I will break your leg!" Lancelot said sternly, But both hands gripped Galahad's leg tightly.

Shirou glanced at the city wall and was very satisfied.

Now the whole territory of the British Isles is thriving and thriving.

It's a pretty sight.

It's worth being happy...

If it wasn't for the coma some time ago...

His head was involuntarily caught up in worrying about gains and losses again. Shirou patted his head and decided to clean up Scatha first. He remembered that Scatha seemed to owe himself a ravage of hair.

Now, only the distressed expression of the master can make him feel happy.

——Could it be that he is really a little perverted?

Shirou couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

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ps: Today is the fifth watch~!

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It was dark and empty.

As if in nothingness, the ego is in nothingness.

Silence, nothingness.

There is no way to prove the existence of time, and nothing can be compared to prove the existence of self.

Eltruchi was in a panic.

At this moment, the only one who can prove her existence is the king who tortures her with laughter every now and then.

The dead disciple and the true ancestor's princess, who had long since ignored the pain, had nothing to do with the pleasure.

The closure of other perceptions magnified her sense of touch, making her unable to bear the torture of laughter, but the king was the only evidence that could prove her existence.

While hating, but also looking forward to, she fell into a dead end of thinking.

However, the king will come over at a fixed time, so if you pinpoint the time, you won't panic, right?

It was only later that Erte Luqi realized that she was too naive.

That bastard is a master at playing with psychology.

When she was relieved and confirmed that the bastard's tossing time was ready to adapt, the bastard started to lose his time.

"Do you know what real fear is?" the jerk asked.

Her expression must be very out of control now, right?

But that bastard's tone was very calm.

"The real fear is that I tell you the time, make you adapt to the time, and then destroy your resilience. You never know when I will come, and you never know what I will do to you. You can only fear, And hope that I will come at a fixed time, and then, I will destroy this without mercy. You will always live in fear." said the jerk.

"You...what do you want?" Eltrucci cried.

"It is a great kindness for the king to save your life. Tell me about Zhu Yue." That bastard's voice was very calm.

"Don't bother me any more, I'll just say it." Erte Luqi cried.

"Okay." The bastard snapped his fingers, covered the black mud in her eyes, and started to back down.