I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

"It's nothing, it's just that some things are too coincidental." Weber said.

"Oh? I would like to hear more about it," said Orlok Sisalmond.

Weber said: "Nine years ago, the Holy Grail War broke out in Fuyuki City. Nine years ago, Fu Hailin, the ancestor of the dead, and Wallachia Night attacked Fuyuki City. Nine years ago, the particles of the Age of Gods underground in London began to surge, It was another nine years ago, you and Grivan Ashbourn started to study butterfly magic under the recommendation of Lord Hatteres..."

"Is there any connection?" asked Orlok Sisalmond.

Weber said: "It's nothing... It's just that the Heroic Spirit that appears here is the Heroic Spirit that I met in the Fourth Holy Grail War, so I can't help but think too much, but in fact..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

There were screams outside.

Weber hurried over to take a look, and saw a huge black beast attacking the room where Heine Istari's sister Rosalind Istari was.

"Grivan Ashburn's Beast!"

Weber frowned.

The huge black beast held Rosalind Istari in its mouth, stared ferociously at Weber, then roared and attacked Weber.

With a huge threat ahead, Weber's face was covered with cold sweat.

However, the next moment——

From Weber's body, Shirou's [evil] began to emerge, turning into a huge palm, strangling the Black Beast's throat, forcing it to spit out Rosalind Istari.

"Kakaka-"

The huge [evil] palm easily crushed the black beast.

Wei Bo heaved a sigh of relief, and said to himself, this thing is really reliable!

[Evil] Seemingly aware of Weber's praise, he gave a thumbs up, and then rushed back.

Rosalind Istari fell to the ground, weeping in panic, with tears streaming down her face.

Weber squatted down and said, "There's nothing else to do, Lady."

"Mr. Jirobo Kiyogen at that time, Mr. Renjirobo Kiyogen was captured by an angel-like evil spirit!" Rosalind Istari sobbed.

"Was it then Jirobo Qinggen...So that's the case, so that's the case..."

Weber stood up.

Orlok Sisamund came over with a wheelchair pushed by an artificial man and asked, "Young Monarch, have you noticed anything?"

"I just noticed one of the answers," Weber said.

"What answer?" asked Orlok Sisalmond.

"Your Excellency Griffin Ashburn and your real intention to study butterfly magic, and the intention of His Excellency Grivan Ashburn to invite others to participate in this inheritance announcement. No, it is a little bit wrong to say that it is an inheritance announcement Now, it should be said that the intention of the magician to let his children inherit the inheritance!" Weber said.

And this time-

"Rumble rumble rumble——!!!"

Thunder fell from the sky and ravaged the earth.

A terrifying lightning strike destroyed the roof, and rubble fell like meteors.

Weber took Rosalind Istari to hide in the past, and the scattered gravel was slapped away by Shirou's [Evil].

Orlok Sisamund unfolded the spell, trying to crush these falling rocks, but these falling rocks were too heavy after all, he was buried alive, his body was bloody and bloody.

Rosalind Istari screamed and burst into tears.

Weber patted the girl on the back and said, "It's all right, Lady."

The android pushing Orlok Sisamund's wheelchair stood up and asked, "Young Monarch, what answer did you get?"

Cyborg.

No.

At this time, it can no longer be called an artificial human, but should be called Orlok Sisalmond.

His butterfly magic has been activated.

Personality, memory, spirit, and even the magic seal have all been transferred into the artificial human in the spare body.

And the activation of the butterfly magic also made the man-made man, who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, a lot older in an instant, and the short golden hair like sunshine also turned into pale, rotten white hair.

Weber didn't answer immediately, but stood up and looked up at the sky.

In the sky, [Golden Boat - Vimana] and [Shenwei Wheel] are running side by side, criss-crossing the sky.

He stared closely at the red burly man on the [Shenwei Wheel], his eyes showed nostalgia, but then he was deeply angry.

Orlok Sisalmond asked: "What are you looking at, young lord?"

"Fake Heroic Spirit!"

Weber said.

The eyes gleamed with anger.

What does the person hiding behind think of his king?