Great World of Magic Cube

"Really. But we are not only tyrants, but heroes." For Saber's questioning, Iskandar did not shake his eyebrows, calmly replied, "So saber, if there is a king who is dissatisfied with the results of his own country, That only shows that he is a faint lord, worse than a tyrant."

This time, the words of Iskandar are equivalent to fundamentally negating saber.

"Iskandar, you...the empire you created was eventually split into four parts. Isn't that really not reconciled? Don't you want to come back again and save the country?" Saber frowned The tone is like a knife-like question.

"I don't want to." Responding to her is the chest and the simple words of conquering Wang. Looking sharply, looking directly at the Cavaliers. "If my decision and my courtiers lead to such a result, then destruction is inevitable. I will mourn and cry, but I will never regret it."

"How come..." Saber stared at Iskandar unscrupulously.

Not waiting for Saber to finish the words, Iskandar’s proud voice once again sounded “not to mention attempting to subvert history! This stupid act is an insult to all the human beings I built up!”

"You say this only based on the glory of the warrior. The people will not think so, they need to save." Saber, who has come back from the gods, denied.

"You mean they want the king's salvation?" Iskandar smiled and said, "I don't understand! What does this kind of thing mean?"

"This is the king's duty!" Saber replied replied "the correct rule, the correct order, which is what all subjects expect."

"Are you a slave to the 'correct'?" Iskandar asked.

"You have to say this. You can be a king for your ideals." There is no doubt. Saber took it for granted.

"People can understand law and order through the king. The king should not reflect something that would disappear with the death of the king, but something more noble." Iskandar seems to be poor. She shook her head like this. "This is not the path of survival that people will choose."

"Yes. If you are a king, you can't expect the days of ordinary people." Saber interface.

"Conquering the king, people like you who don't care about yourself will not understand my beliefs. You are just a tyrant who is stunned!" Then, saber said, like a subordinate who blamed the mistakes, said in a harsh tone.

"The king without the ** is not as good as the vase." Iskandar yelled.

"Saber, you just said 'dedication to the ideal'. Indeed, you used to be a clean saint, holy to no one. But who wants to be an ideal martyrdom? Who will think about the so-called saints? It can only comfort the people, but it cannot guide the people. Only by showing the glory of ** and eulogizing can the country and the people be led to the right path."

Having said that, it seems like a dry mouth, Iskandal drank the drink from the cup and continued to correct it.

"Being a king. You must have a stronger ** than anyone. It is more unrestrained than anyone. It is more irritated than anyone. He should be a human being that contains both clear and turbid, true to anyone. Only In this way, the courtiers can be convinced by the king. In the hearts of the people, there will be such a slap in the heart of 'If I am a king!'

"This kind of governance... So what is justice?" Saber asked.

"No. There is no justice in the king's way, so there is no regret." Iskandar replied without stopping.

Saber clenched his hands into fists and glared at Iskandar.

Iskandar smiled and said again, "The king who bears the name of the knight. Your justice and ideals may have saved the country and the people for a while, so your name will be passed down to this day. But those who were saved are saved. What kind of result does the guy greet, you won't know?"

"What do you say - what?" Saber's petite body trembled, and there was a **** plain in his mind and a corpse that piled up like a hill.

"You blindly 'save' the subjects, but never 'guide' them. They don't know what the 'king's are. You have lost the lost subjects, but one is sacred, for yourself. The ideal of a small family is intoxicated." Iskandar, who did not pay attention to saber changes, continued without stopping.

"So you are not a qualified king. You just want to be a 'king' for the sake of the people, just to be a little girl who is a self-contained idol."

"I..." Saber, who has seen more and more scenes in his mind, is refuted by the words of Iskandar.

But soon, Saber's expression changed, turning his head to look at Gilgamesh, who was looking at her with deep red eyes.

"archer, why are you looking at me?" I noticed what was in the eyes of Gilgamesh, Saber asked with uneasiness.

"Ah, I am just appreciating your distressed expression." Gilgamesh smiled softly and smiled "as if it were a virgin expression on the couch, I like it."

"You!" Saber, who was full of facial expressions, slammed the old cup on the ground.

However, at this time, the expressions of other people except Weber in the field all changed in unison, paying attention to the surroundings.

Then, one after another, wearing a black tights and a white mask on his face appeared on the bank of the moonlight, faintly enveloping everyone in the center.

Is **** private.

"Sure enough, it’s still coming." Ito’s heart in the black cat body is dark.

Just like in the invitation to the multi-color rvant to come together, as in the original, in order to listen to the information, and perhaps there is still a trace of want to see if you can take the opportunity to take a heroic mind ,assas private n was really assigned by the distant minister.

"It's a pity that the Tongyan Night and his ber-colored rker did not arrive, otherwise it would be a place for chaos to make the whole holy grail war speed up." Followed by, the black cat had some regrets.

"What's the matter?!assas private n how one after another...color rvant is not only one person per grade?!" At this moment, Weber, who was scared by the sight of the eyes, screamed.

"You are right, we are the individual color rvant, and the individual is just the overall shadow." Ass privately laughed. Because of the relationship between many people, their voices are like the echoes echoing between the canyons, full of emptyness and guilt.

"Day-day der, hello, hello..." Looking at the asss that was getting tight, Weber grabbed the Iss, still sitting still, and having a glass of one drink of Gilgamesh. Kandar’s shoulder, the trembling voice of fear.

"Hey, hello, don't be so embarrassed. It's not the guests coming to the party, the wine is still drinking." Iskandar said without hesitation.

"I don't seem to invite you... but since you are here, you are also my guest. Just what do you mean by now, want to fight?" The black cat who is the banquet is walking towards the elegant catwalk. A lot of **** private, in front of the golden cat eyes.

The asss privately quieted, and then one of the **** privately rushed to the front of the black cat and kicked the black cat's body.

The black cat bowed lightly and jumped into the legs of the **** private. As fast as the flattened, he came to the shoulder of the **** private, a pair of cats slammed and took out the cold light of the road. Take a look at the mask of the **** private.

Asss privately with one hand and shot to the black cat. The black cat immediately stopped the offensive, jumped up, escaped the slap of the **** private, and then slammed his hind legs on the mask of the ass, and re-jumped back to the ground, staring at the cat's eyes and staring in front of him. Asss private.

"It seems that you really want to provoke war." The black cat whispered.

Responding to his still is the attack of the **** private. At the same time, other **** privates also launched attacks on saber, der and archer, and lancer guarding the black cat.

"It's really a group of unwelcome guys." The old water in his hand was calmly said by the dagger that was thrown out by the asss. But his appearance is more dangerous than when he was angry with Saber.

Then the magic broke out, and a whirlwind spread around him.

The wind is hot and dry, as if to burn everything. This is not a breeze belonging to the river at night, but it is like blowing from the desert.

"Saber, and archer, the final question of the banquet - is the king so lonely?" Iskandar waved the sword of Cyprus to ask an **** privately and asked loudly.

For this problem, archer laughed and didn't answer.

"Wang... naturally is solitary." Saber replied unwaveringly. At this point, the rare king of the knight who is the embodiment of the lofty ideal has achieved agreement with the king of conquering and the king of pride.

Iskandar heard a loud laugh. And as a reflection, it seems that the hot wind blowing from the desert has become more fierce.

"No, it is not equal to not answering! Today I still teach you, what is the real king! At the same time, it is also a gift to the invitees." Iskandar said loudly.

The words fell, the hot wind whistling, eroding the horizon, forcing the **** private, they had to stop the attack and temporarily retired.

Then, in the next moment, a golden yellow innocent desert baked under the hot sun took the river bank and the green grass before it, filling the horizons of everyone and becoming the 'world'.

This is the great magic that can replace the 'world' - the inherent enchantment! (To be continued.)