I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

you--! ! !

Shirou's hands under the sleeves clenched, and his heart was full of resentment.

The once subdued heroism known as the King of Conquerors has now become the sharp blade that kills him.

What an irony!

"It turns out that your Excellency is Caster... Lancer, defeat him and bring me glory." Kenneth issued an order.

"Yes, my lord." Lancer's face became serious, staring at Shirou seriously, exuding a frightening murderous look all over his body.

ill!

Sick and sick——! ! !

Shirou cursed Kenneth secretly in his heart, he has already said it so clearly, why should he attack him like this?

Shirou didn't understand Kenneth, nor could he.

Because his name is Fujimaru Shiro, and Kenneth is called Kenneth.Even if they are all human beings, they are not the same brain, how could they understand each other?

But the servants around him can somewhat understand it, because what Shirou just said is in it.That sliver of fear, that sliver of fear of Lancer doing something, couldn't hide it no matter what.

No.

He was reluctant.tried.hidden.

However, as a mortal, an ordinary social youth, an ordinary squeezed social animal, I have always been a social worker ant watching leaders or social elites give speeches on stage, and I don’t even have the opportunity to preach in front of people. How to hide the fear in front of a group of murderers?

Not to mention that these mythical murderers are all people who have come out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and they are more sensitive to capture the breath of fear than hyenas!

How to do?

How to do it?

Want to fight?

Can you fight?

Shirou recalled what Scathach had said to him - "My training can allow you to face followers, from being very ugly to dead to ugly."

At that time, gentle but witty words sounded in my mind.

Yes.

The six-year-old boy named Fujimaru Shiro has no ability to resist in the face of authentic followers.

How to do?

what can we do about it?

Things have gone beyond expectations.The mortals who should have retreated now have to face death directly because of the oppression of the superior.

How to do?What should I do?

Like the call of a drowning man.

No matter how arrogant people are in reality, no matter how arrogant they are, no matter how powerful they think they are, in the face of the threat of death, they also call like this.

Who's coming--

help me?

This is just a beautiful fantasy, no one responds, and no one answers.The world in the dream has everything, but who is the hero in reality?Who would want someone to risk their life to save others?

However, this is a world where heroes exist.

someone.

There was such a hero who responded to Shirou.

"I am the sword of the weak, I am the shield of the weak. My sword breaks the chains of the oppressor. My eyes are on the light of freedom. My feet walk on the broad road of freedom. Do you see, weak? That Oh the way to freedom!"

The burly and huge body, rampaging like a chariot, and the berserker with a girly smile of love, like the tallest giant, carried the collapsing blue sky for the weak.He turned his head and looked at Shirou, "There is no need to be afraid anymore, weak ones. Because, I have already come—!"

The perpetrator who nearly killed Shirou once became a shield in front of Shirou.

Chapter 33 Do You Know This Person? 【Second update】

Looking at Spartacus standing in front of him, Shirou's expression was complicated.

The world is really unpredictable.

Spartacus, who had almost killed himself, was now standing in front of him like a shield.

"Mad dog!"

Gilgamesh sneered at Spartacus who appeared, showing contemptuous eyes.

"Are you the hero who manifested as a Berserker?" Iskandar showed a hearty smile, "It seems reasonable. So, are you willing to join the king's command?"

However, facing all the followers, Spartacus, who stood in front of Shirou, showed a very ambiguous smile of love, and glanced at Gilgamesh and others one by one, "The oppressor, the perpetrator... oh Oh oh oh oh oh——, I will never let you deprive the weak of their freedom!"

However, when his eyes fell on Artoria, he couldn't help but pause, and the expression on his face became even more excited, "My ally?"

Arturia's expression remained unchanged.This big guy knew at a glance that he was a delirious Berserker. He abruptly inserted himself into the battlefield, challenged all the followers, and finally said that he was an ally?Is this a crazy word, or is it the master's conspiracy behind it?

Artoria didn't know, but she was already preparing to leave the battlefield.If she was alone, Artoria would definitely fight to the death, but the person behind her was the one she swore a knight oath to protect.Once as a king, she was willful once and buried Camelot.Naturally, she can't let her be willful now.