The gaffe of a courtier is the fault of the king.

This is the creed of Iskandar, the king of conquest, both in life and after death.

For the king lived more vividly than anyone else, and was admired more than anyone else!

The one who gathers the wishes of all the brave and becomes their example is the king.

His royal path is not a lonely road, his wish is the wish of all his subjects!

In this case, as a king, he must be responsible, whether it is resentment, blame, or whatever, he will bear it.

Faker was well aware of this, she had been with the king the longest and knew best what kind of person he was. It's just that because she is too sad, too resentful, and forgets this, she is unwilling to accept such a reality. Even if it was the king she was loyal to, even if those people were her former comrades-in-arms.

The king cares most about his courtiers and his people.

She cares most about the king.

Different angles and different positions determine each other's thoughts, even if they know that the other party will do that, they will deliberately choose to ignore it.

"Yes, you have to take responsibility for them. Faker said in a voice that was about to rain with a cloud of dissatisfaction on his face. Before, because Wang's attitude had improved, his mood became even worse.

"It's the king's responsibility!" Iskander stood still, motionless, facing the imminent outbreak of the Shadow Warrior.

"It's your fault!"

"Yes!"

"Iskander!! you biggest bastard in the world, idiot, stupid, fool"

The black resentment that Grey had seen finally overflowed from her mind, eroding reality.

first scolded bitterly, scolded mercilessly, and then seemed to be unrelieved, and directly started to do it.

Fists, legs and feet are disorganized and disorganized, and the Faker at this moment does not look like a warrior who has crossed countless battlefields at all, but a simple woman who has lost her mind, and is a shrew to hear it.

Iskandar remained motionless, like a mountain, bearing Faker's resentment, unwillingness, and anger along with the attack.

Grey couldn't stand it and wanted to stop it, but was quietly stopped by Webb.

This is a Macedonian internal affair, a matter between Iskandar and the Shadow Warriors, and no one can interfere or interfere.

Perhaps feeling unrelieved by his fists, or perhaps dissatisfied with Iskandar's silence, Faker took two steps back and gripped the sword at his waist.

Seeing this, Iskandar suddenly panicked: "Hey, it's almost enough, don't draw your sword, you're going to die." ”

Unexpectedly, this statement not only did not stop Faker, but instead stimulated her interest.

"Now I know I'm afraid, it's too late, didn't you say it's all your fault, aren't you responsible?"

"It's not about being responsible. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Faker had already slashed at him with a sword, and Iskandar hurriedly dodged.

"I told you to stop, do you hear it, this is the king's command!"

"I hear you, but I won't comply. ”

Not only did she keep moving, but Faker's movements were getting faster and faster, and the speed of her speech was also spontaneous.

"Because you said that getting dreams from you is your greatest loyalty, even if there is a mistake, it is your fault and your responsibility!"

Most people will be in awe when they hear the majestic remarks of the King of Conquest and see his domineering demeanor, even if they don't bow their heads. But who is Faker? She has been the shadow warrior of Iskandar since she was a child, growing up with Wang, watching him go from a peerless beautiful boy to a super muscular man, and watching him go from immature to a tyrant who stands up to the sky.

What kind of person he is, she knows best. His set of fallacies and heresies can bluff the people of the world, but cannot frighten her! Before her death, she often used her own wisdom to replace him in dealing with the aftermath and to stabilize the hearts of those who had been deceived by fallacies and heresies. After death, she can also attack the shield of the son with the spear of the son. The half of the king's body was not made for nothing for so many years, and in Weber's words, she was another king of conquest!

Iskandar was speechless, he was indeed eloquent and good at speaking. Under the prestige of the "King's Army", Artoria's faith was shaken, but it was Artoria who did not understand him and did not understand his own essence. Replace it with the closest courtier, the most understanding half-body, this set will not work.

Faker, who had the upper hand, was like a rainbow, pressing forward step by step, while Iskandar retreated step by step, without the spirit of a tyrant.

Finally, Iskandar couldn't help it anymore and yelled:

"Don't go too far!"

"It's you who is excessive, you idiot and stupid" repeats itself.

"Hey, you're fighting back like this!" the King of Conquest grasped the short sword he had with him, the sword of Sepulut that had been paid tribute to by King Seprut.

"You fight back, if you have the ability, you fight back!" Faker continued to attack.

"I'm fighting back!" "The sword of Cyprus came out of its sheath and collided with Faker's longsword with a crisp sound, "Just let me see how much you have changed since becoming a Heroic Spirit." ”

Faker responded directly with a string of high-speed chants, and a series of magic tricks made the conquering king disgraced.

As a twin personally selected by Iskandar's mother Olympias, Faker's qualifications are already outstanding, coupled with the fact that she has been personally taught by Olympiath since she was a child, her combat power is higher than Iskandar without the use of Noble Phantasm, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't be worthy of being the king's shadow warrior, the last shield.

Coupled with the fact that Grey's quality as a master is much higher than Webb's, Iskandar, who only relies on physical strength with a short sword, is not an opponent at all, and the situation is becoming more and more difficult

"Aren't you going to fight back? You're fighting back! Aren't you very good at talking?

"You forced me," Iskandar raised his dagger high into the sky.

At the same time, Weber's face changed and he shouted, "Stupid, stop!"

It's a pity that it's too late, the short sword is swung down, the sky is thundering and lightning, and a chariot pulled by the sacred cow breaks through the clouds under the arch of thunder and lightning and descends on the earth.

"Sphene and Flatt stay away, Grey, separate them!"

Words don't work, and Weber chooses to act directly.

The girl's body reacted faster than her brain, and while ordering Ard to manifest the "Scythe of Death", she plunged between the two of them, and the scythe partially held the sword of Seprut, and the end of the slash bounced off Faker's slash.

"Aster" Faker was about to question, but saw his little master looking at Weber not far away with a blank expression.

The latter sighed: "I have no objection to you wanting to fight, but please pay attention to the occasion and impact, tossing such a big movement, what if there are other servants nearby?"

"Uh, Professor, not if"

"It's already here, in that direction. ”

Flat, who is good at detection, and Sfen, who has a super sense of smell, speak one after the other.

“……”

Webb covered his face and didn't want to say a word.