I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

"Come on, come here." Shirou hooked his hand at her.

"What are you doing?" Morgan walked over with a strange expression on his face.

Shirou stood up from the throne, pointed to the throne and said, "Sit down."

Morgan's face froze, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm just the heir now, I...I'm not the king yet..."

She felt that Shirou was trying to punish herself.

"I tell you to sit, so you can sit. Get used to the throne in advance." Shirou pulled Morgan over and pressed him on the throne.

Morgan sat on the throne, uncomfortable.

"How do you feel?" Shirou asked.

"Very... very uncomfortable..." Morgan said.

Shirou said: "Then sit a little longer, this seat will be yours from now on."

"Are you...are you leaving?" Morgan asked after hesitating for a moment.

Shirou said: "Well. You can post my funeral next month, and then you will be enthroned."

"Oh... oh... that... I'm going out first..." Morgan stood up in a daze.

"Yeah." Shirou nodded, sat back on the throne, and looked at the document.

Morgan walked towards the gate, looked back at Shirou looking down at the document, and suddenly felt a suffocating discomfort.

It's a very strange emotion.

She was very puzzled, and even more confused.

She has already obtained the throne, why does she feel uncomfortable?

He is not his real brother.

And the throne returned to the Pendragon family.

Why is it so uncomfortable?

What exactly is this emotion?

Morgan was very puzzled, but there was an inexplicable fire burning in the tip of his heart.

Morgan gritted his teeth and approached Alquette.

"What are you doing...?" Airquet looked bewildered.

"Use the magic eye on me!" Morgan said aggressively.

"I don't want it!" Airquet shook his head.

"Use the magic eye on me!" Morgan yelled.

"I don't want it!" Alquette ran away holding his head.

Morgan gritted his teeth and chased after him.She wanted to figure out what she was thinking.

However, Alquite just didn't use the magic eye on her, and even started avoiding her.

Morgan pursued her endlessly, forcing Airquite to hide under Shirou's bed at last, trembling, not daring to show his head.

And this made Morgan grit his teeth, but at the same time, he was helpless.

Time passed day by day, and the day of farewell was approaching.

The fact that Wang was seriously ill was not a secret in Camelot.

Everyone is praying for the king, only a few people know that the king is already planning to leave.

And among these very few people, only Merlin, Morgan, Artoria, Kai, Aggavin, Gawain, and Guinevere who got along day and night knew about it, and the rest didn't know about it.

In fact, Shirou didn't even intend to tell Guinevere.

However, Guinevere is a goblin and cannot be hidden from her.

"When are you going to leave?" Guinevere asked while processing the documents.

"The day after tomorrow," Shirou said.

Guinevere was silent.

She found herself speechless.

She should be happy, this hateful bastard king who squeezed her labor is finally leaving!

And she too could be set free.

Her hair will never be destroyed again.

But why?

Why is there no joy in my heart?

"By the way, Guinevere."

"Yes! I'm here!" Guinevere responded quickly.