I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

"Not necessarily." Shirou said.

"what?"

Astolfo and Jeanne looked at Shirou.

Shirou shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Rather than this, take me to my room quickly, Rider."

"Oh. Good!" Astolfo nodded.

Shirou looked at the artificial life forms.

His [Flower of Evil] absorbed the magic power from those artificial life forms, even though it was only an extremely small, extremely small amount of magic power, but there was no doubt that it was indeed [Evil].

Magical power transformed from 【Evil】.

From this point, it is enough to show that these artificial life forms are not as Astolfo said, without self-awareness.

Therefore, whether it is the black Caster who creates artificial life forms, or the Servants who enslave these life forms, they are all oppressors in essence.

If the weak hero who resisted the oppressor was here, I am afraid that the horn of rebellion would be set off immediately.

It's just that Shirou didn't do it, nor did he say it.

But from the perspective of modern ethics, creating artificial life forms is a mistake in itself, right?

Shirou was assigned a room by the window, while Joan was assigned next door.

After Astolfo arranged Joan in the next room, he came to Shirou's room and said, "If you have any questions, you can call me at any time. After all, we are all partners, and I will help you very seriously." Oh, Assassin. Well... more or less it's because I'm the only one idle now, and it's boring."

Shirou asked with interest: "Don't you need to let me do things now?"

"Lancer probably meant that you have just arrived, Assassin, and we need you to familiarize yourself with the environment of our camp first, and then arrange for you to do things." Astolfo thought for a while and said.

"That's it. I understand," Shirou nodded, and then said with a smile: "To be honest, I'm a hard worker, and it makes me feel uncomfortable when I'm idle."

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Astolfo could it be said that Assassin was a pretty busy person when he was alive?"

"Don't use the word 'lifetime' to me." Shirou shook his head in distress, and then said: "However, I am indeed very busy. I can't stop even if I want to stop, but now I stop, but I feel a little bit tired. An uncomfortable feeling."

"That's it...that's really miserable. As for me, I've always tried to be lazy. However, my friends don't mind, and my monarch is still lazy with me. Hahahahaha..." Asi Tolfo laughed, and then said: "Call me if you have any questions, now I am your guide and Ruler."

Shirou nodded and said, "Okay."

Astolfo left the room.

Shirou stood at the window, looked at the sky, and still saw the black ring lingering in the sky.

He frowned.

He is not a saint, he will not meddle in other people's business.

However, that black ring really made him care.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The door was not closed, but there was a knock on the door.

Obviously, the visitor is a very polite person.

Shirou turned around and said, "Please come in."

The door opened, and it was Ruler Joan who came in.

She was holding a book and looked at Shirou hesitantly.

"What's the matter, Ruler?" Shirou asked, "Shouldn't you be checking the castle?"

"I have this plan, but Leticia... well, it's me. I'm very concerned about the answer you said earlier, Assassin." Joan of Arc said.

Hearing this, Shirou asked curiously, "What answer?"

Joan put the advanced mathematics book in front of Shilang, pointed to one of the questions, and said, "This is the answer to this question. You said the answer is 1.3454. How did you get this answer?"

Shirou froze for a moment, then asked with a strange expression: "Is this... something that should be studied now?"

"Please tell me. I have fallen into a storm of thoughts now. If I can't research it, my brain may not be able to stop." Joan of Arc said distressedly.

Shirou asked strangely: "Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"Forget it, let's do it..." Joan of Arc glanced away, a little embarrassed.

"That's not a problem, it's just a matter of little effort." Shirou walked over, took out a piece of white paper and a pen, and said, "Then look after me, I'm going to analyze the answer."

Joan nodded hurriedly with a serious face.

"This question is actually quite simple, but it uses a lot of formulas. You can see that when a=8, we can take the derivative first to get the derivative of f(X), so when X tends to (0, 1] When , the derivative of f(X)..."

While Shirou wrote the math analysis problem, he explained the steps.

Joan of Arc's expression was very serious at first, and she listened with gusto, then she became dazed, and finally fell asleep.

Lord... what is this?

Two minutes later, Shirou wrote down the answer and said, "...Look, the answer to 1.3454 came out like this. It's very simple, right?"

Shirou raised his head and saw a dazed pretty face.

"That, that..." Joan of Arc hesitated.