Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 927 The battle between myself and myself
The courtier's gaffe is the king's fault.

Such was the creed of Iskandar the Conqueror, both in life and in death.

Because Wang lives more vividly than anyone else, and is more admired than anyone else!
The one who gathers the wishes of all brave men and becomes their example is the king.

His kingly way is not a lonely road, his wish is the wish of all his subjects!

That being the case, as a king, he must be responsible—whether it is resentment or blame, or anything else, he will bear it.

Faker is actually very aware of this point, she has followed the king for the longest time, and knows what kind of person he is best.It's just that, because she was too sad and resentful, she forgot this point, and she was unwilling to accept this reality.Even if that is the king she is loyal to, even if those people are her former comrades-in-arms.

The king cares most about his subjects, his people.

What she cares most about is 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's face was full of clouds, and he said in a voice that was about to rain.The mood that had just improved because of Wang's attitude became even worse.

"It's the king's responsibility!" Iskandar stood there, motionless, facing the Kagemura who was about to erupt.

"It's your fault!"

"Yes!"

"Iskandar!!! You are the biggest bastard in the world, idiot, idiot, idiot—"

The black resentment that Gray saw finally overflowed from the mental image and eroded reality.

First he scolded, mercilessly scolded, and then he seemed unrepentant, and started to fight directly.

Fists, legs and feet—disorganized and messy, Faker at this moment is not at all like a warrior who has crossed countless battlefields, but a pure woman who has lost her mind, and it is hard to say that she is a shrew.

Iskandar still didn't move, like a mountain, bearing Faker's resentment, resentment, and anger together with the attack.

Gray couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to stop it, but was quietly stopped by Weber.

This is Macedonia's internal affairs, and it is a matter between Iskandar and the Shadow Warrior, and no one can intervene or intervene.

Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable with his fists, or maybe he was dissatisfied with Iskandar's silent attitude, Faker took two steps back and grabbed the sword at his waist.

Seeing this, Iskandar suddenly panicked: "Hey, it's almost enough, don't draw your sword, it will kill you."

Unexpectedly, such a statement not only did not stop Faker, but aroused 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?"

"Responsibility isn't—hey."

Before he finished speaking, Faker had already slashed over with a sword, and Iskandar quickly dodged.

"I tell you to stop, do you hear me, this is the king's order!"

"I heard it, but I won't obey."

Not only did she not stop, but Faker's movements became faster and faster, and her speech speed also accelerated.

"Because you said - obtaining dreams from you is the greatest loyalty to you, even if there is a mistake, it is your fault and your responsibility!"

Most people will be in awe even if they don't bow down when they hear Natong's majestic remarks and see his majestic demeanor.But who is Faker?She has been Iskandar's shadow fighter since she was a child, and she grew up with Wang, watching him grow from a peerless handsome boy to a super muscular man, and from immature to an indomitable overlord.

What kind of person he is, she knows best.His set of fallacies and heresies can scare the world, but not her!During her lifetime, she often used her own wisdom to take care of his aftermath, and to calm the hearts of those who were deceived by fallacies for him.After death, she can also use the Spear of the Son to attack the Shield of the Son.The bust of the king for so many years is not for nothing, in the words of Weber - she is another conquering king!

Iskandar is speechless, he is indeed eloquent and good at speech.Under the majesty of the "king's army", Arturia's faith was shaken, but that was because Artoria did not understand him, nor did he understand his own essence.If it is replaced by the closest courtier and the half body who understands the most, this method will not work.

Faker, who had the upper hand, was imposing like a rainbow, pressing every step of the way, while Iskandar retreated step by step, without any dominance.

Finally, Iskandar couldn't bear it anymore, and roared:
"Don't go too far!"

"It's you who are too much, you idiot, stupid fool--" the cycle repeats.

"Hey, if you do this again, I'll fight back!" The King of Conquerors held the dagger that he carried with him, the Cyprus sword that was tributed by the King of Cyprus.

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

"I really fought back!" Cyprus' sword came out of its sheath and collided with Faker's long sword, making a crisp sound, "Let me see how much you have changed after becoming a heroic spirit."

Faker directly responded with a series of high-speed chants, and a series of magic attacks made the Conqueror king ashamed.

As the twins personally selected by Iskandar's mother, Olympias, Faker's aptitude is already outstanding, coupled with the personal teaching of Olympias since she was a child, her fighting power is higher than Iskandar without the use of Noble Phantasms. If this is not the case, the shadow fighter who is not worthy of being a king, the last shield.

In addition, Gray's quality as a master is much higher than that of Weber, and Iskandar, who only relies on physical strength with a dagger to deal with it, is no match at all, and the situation is getting more and more difficult.

"Aren't you going to fight back? Fight back! Aren't you good at talking? Keep talking!"

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

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

It's a pity that it was already too late, the dagger swung down, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a chariot pulled by a divine bull broke through the clouds under the protection of thunder and lightning, and landed on the ground.

"Sfin and Flat stay away, Grey, leave them alone!"

Words didn't work, and Webb opted for direct action.

The girl wrapped her body in the cloak reacted faster than her brain, and ordered Yade to manifest the "Scythe of Death" while inserting it between the two of them. Faker's slash.

"Master——" Faker was about to question, but saw his little master staring blankly at Weber not far away.

The latter sighed: "I have no objection if you want to fight, but please pay attention to the occasion and influence. If there is such a big commotion, what if there are other followers nearby?"

"Well, Professor, not if—"

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

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

"..."

Weber covered his face, not wanting to say a word.

(End of this chapter)