I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 1956
"To avoid admitting mistakes again, I will make a mark first." Mordred drew a little turtle on Artoria's face and said with a smile.
Looking at the little turtle on Altria's pretty face, Shirou's mouth twitched violently: "You really don't respect your mother, don't you learn to be good only after being beaten by Al on the ground?" ah?"
“她又不是我母亲，而且母亲这么爱我，怎么会舍得揍我呢？”莫德雷德反问道。
Shirou: "..."
You silly boy from a landlord’s family, if the Emperor of Heaven hadn’t come to this place, you would have been rubbed on the ground by Al at the South American junction.
Mordred put away his paintbrush and set off on a journey with Shirou.
"Speaking of which, this connection point was originally Britain, right? There is a parallel world individual with a mother, will there be a parallel world individual with you, father?"
Mordred suddenly asked: "Isn't that Heavenly Emperor the same individual as you in the parallel world?"
Shirou smiled. He is not a creation of [Akasha Records], but a time traveler. Although there are Emiya Shirou and Heroic Emiya in the same physical sense, from the perspective of the soul, he is not at all. A class of people.
Therefore, there is no record of him in [Akasha Records], so how could he have the same individual?
"Of course not."
After a pause, he added unconfidently: "...it should be."
After all, someone in this empire wrote the biography of his story, "Tale of the Heroes of the Holy Sword".
Not long after Shirou and Mordred left, a sharp and angry female voice resounded
"Fujimaru Shiro——!"
...
imperial capital.
The pure white apostle ran hastily among them.
"What's the matter?" the strategist who was covered in black shadow asked aloud.
"Onik's spiritual veins spewed out, and monsters with planetary suppression emerged."
"It seems that the planet's restraining power has not given up resisting His Majesty's synergy. It has been corrected by the star kings of other planets. It's amazing to be able to do this. But that's all, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
"Thirty-seven nodes of the spiritual veins have been sealed. In theory, the spiritual veins of this island have been completely sealed, but in fact there are still many nodes that have exploded. As an internal affairs officer, this is my duty within range, so I'm going to go down."
"It turns out that Morgan Le Fay and Hector are hunting down the remnants, and you can just ask them to assist you."
"No, you are in charge of decision-making, while Morgan Le Fay and the others are in charge of conquest, and the control of internal affairs and information is my responsibility." The pure white apostle said with a smile.
Suddenly, an indescribable sense of oppression came from above the dome. The eyes of the pure white apostle and the pitch-black strategist shrank suddenly, and then bowed towards the dome and bowed: "Welcome to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"
They know that in the empire, there is only one who can have such an oppressive force.
Afterwards, the indescribable sense of oppression slowly receded, as if a certain supreme being moved his eyes away.
"Congratulations to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"
As the indescribable pressure dissipated, the pure white apostle and the pitch-black strategist slowly stood up.
The pure white apostle frowned, looked at the pitch-black strategist in puzzlement, and asked, "Your Majesty, is this...?"
"Even if it's hard for me to see the decision of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, it's better not to guess."
The pure white apostle felt that it made sense, so he nodded and said, "Then I'm going down."
"Remember to come back, even the emperor cannot live without you, Sir Bedivere."
"Um."
The pitch-black strategist watched the pure white apostle leave, watched him go farther and farther until he disappeared.
"I'm coming back."
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"Fujimaru Shiro, you despicable, vile, insidious, cunning, scheming, sweet-mouthed turtle bastard!"
Arturia stood by the river, looking at her own face reflected in the stream, such a pretty face, even the sun would praise her, but now there was a damn little turtle painted on her right cheek.
"My face—!!"
After a burst of grief and indignation, Artoria knelt by the river, turning into a heartbroken stone.
In front of Mordred, Shirou managed to sneak attack again, and Artoria has already guessed what Shirou's identity is.
Although annoyed that Shirou sneaked up on her again, she didn't hate Shirou, only hated that she had too little travel experience and fell for Shirou's tricks.
However, the little turtle on her face made Artoria completely lose her mental balance.
What is this?
It's fine to sneak up on her twice, and even draw a turtle on her proud and cute face... Is this mocking her for being stupid?
Even if the identities of each other are different, but the trip and acquaintance are not fake after all, right? Even if he had plotted and attacked him once before, she still had a good impression of him in her heart, but she insulted her like this!
Even if he killed her three or four times, it would not be as insulting as this little turtle!
Unforgivable!
"Damn Fujimaru Shiro! I absolutely! Absolutely! I will never let you go! I will rip your skin off and paint ten thousand little turtles on your face!!"
Arturia's eyes were filled with anger, she took the staff and flew towards Marco.
She knew that Shirou's destination was Marko.
Just follow Marko's direction and find the damn Fujimaru Shirou with her ability to find enemies, it's a piece of cake!
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Onik Palace.
King Onik sat on the guest seat and looked at the girl who was occupying his throne. Instead of being angry, he asked tremblingly, "Excuse me, what is the business of the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon coming to Xiaowang's place?"
"Of course there are things. What are you doing standing so far away, King Onik? Come, come closer."
Hearing this, King Onik turned pale, and quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, no... The Holy Apostle of Pandulongong is working day and night for the cause of the empire. How dare Xiao Wang bother the Holy Apostle of Pandulongong?"
The Holy Apostle of Pandoragon narrowed his eyes, which made King Onik tremble and his legs trembled. He was hanged and hacked by the holy apostle of Pandoragon for five thousand years, and he was afraid of the holy apostle from the soul.
"Okay, Morgan. Don't scare him." Hector said.