I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

A name is a specific code for something. Only with a name can we accurately point out something. Otherwise, the concept of an individual will become vague.

For humans, names are symbols of independence. With a name, you will become a complete individual in the social sense and have independent rights. The name given to Faker will allow her to escape from the shadow of Iskandar and truly become an independent person.

From now on, she is no longer Faker, no longer someone's accessory, she is just herself, an independent person.

"Speaking of which, I have wanted to give you a name for a long time, but you have always refused, and my mother has been blocking it."

"King..." Faker's eyes were red, and his lower lip was full of teeth marks and blood. "No, I don't agree. I don't want any name - I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Do you want my, and all of our deaths to be in vain?"

The deafening roar caused Iskandar's spiritual base, which was already on the verge of collapse, to pass faster and faster.

"I--"

Faker instinctively wanted to refute, instinctively wanted to say that this war was not caused by her, and the sacrifices of her companions could not be counted on her. But seeing the king's last expression, she could not say it, and could only say bitterly. Said something.

"You're really cunning!"

"Hahaha, I have always been like this."

Iskandar laughed, very happily, and waved to the long-haired man standing silently aside.

"Webber, come here."

"King..." Webber choked and fell to his knees.

"Don't cry." Iskandar raised his big hand and patted Weber on the head just like he did ten years ago. "You did a good job, very good. The reason for this failure is all my fault. It was caused by my willfulness. Your defeat.”

Weber shook his head stubbornly: "No, ministers have the obligation to advise the king."

"But whether you listen or not can only be decided by the king. You have fulfilled your obligations as a minister very well, but I, the king, have not done so well. Are you still willing to listen to the orders of me, a willful king?"

"You are my king. I swear to serve you and die for you. Please guide me forward and let me see the same dream as you."

Weber answered this way ten years ago, and it is still the same ten years ago.

Such a vow sounds very ridiculous to modern people who pursue equality and freedom, but no one present, including those rebellious young people, found it ridiculous, because everyone felt the weight of this vow, which was comparable to that of A treasure equal to a man's life and soul itself.

Hearing the other party swearing like this, the domineering king smiled slightly. This smile is the ultimate praise and reward for my subordinates.

"Well, then Weber, I hand over my sister to you."

"Eh?"

"Huh?"

The two people who were named were stunned. They never expected that Iskandar's last order would be this.

"Ahem, this king's sister has been indoctrinated with a lot of wrong ideas by her mother since she was a child. She is monotonous and stubborn. If no one is watching, she may cause all kinds of troubles like me. I hope you can take my place. I value her and let her live a good life in this world and truly live for herself. By the way, I’ll leave it to you to choose a name. I’ve been thinking about it for so long and I can’t think of a good name. I’ll just pick one. Hephaestion will laugh to death. In order to avoid being laughed at by him, I can only leave it to you."

Having said this, Iskandar glanced at the men and women on the left and right, and continued.

"This is the king's decision and no objection will be accepted."

"Yes." The two finally agreed.

"Then I have no regrets."

The unparalleled tyrant closed his eyes with satisfaction, his body became lighter and lighter, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"This expedition...even though it failed...but...it's still exciting...It's a pity that we can't see the result of another war...Ah, it's really a pity..."

Finally, the king quietly disappeared, together with the miraculous hot sand land.

Everyone returned to their original positions again. The moon is still the same moon, and the castle is still the same castle. It seems that nothing has changed, except everyone's mood.

For those who participated in the Holy Grail War for the first time, this was the first time they saw real fighting.

The crazy shouts of killing are still echoing in the ears, the pungent smell of blood is still filling the nose, and the tragic battlefield scenes are echoed over and over again.

This is the real Holy Grail War, this is the real world of heroes.

For Weber and others, they failed and lost the king again. Although the Kings blamed themselves for the failure, this did not make them relieved.

Weber now really wanted to find a place where no one was and cry, but he did not do so because there was something more important before that - another king who had achieved the final victory was walking towards him.

"King of Knights."

"Do you still want to fight?"

Faker held his sword and stared at Arturia closely. The King of Knights slowly shook his head.

"The war is over, the Conquering King has withdrawn, and Mr. Velvet is no longer the Master."

"But I'm still here." Faker raised his head stubbornly.

"You are not Iskandar."

"Yes, you are not Iskandar."

It was Weber who spoke. She reached out and patted Faker on the shoulder, who trembled.

"How dare you—"

"He asked me to look at you. Do you want to refuse his last request?"

"I--"

Faker wanted to persevere, but she couldn't. She really couldn't refuse the heartfelt wish of the man to whom she had devoted all her loyalty.

"Hmph, don't be proud. If you give me a bad name, I will kill you first."

"Don't worry, I won't let you go until then without you taking action." Weber solemnly promised.

"Remember what you said." Faker turned his back and stopped talking. His shoulders shook slightly, revealing a bit of loneliness and desolation.

The man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted the woman's back gently.

The woman stiffened and finally said nothing.

…

On the other side, Merlin's phantom body was also quickly dissipating, and dissipated with him was the last remaining Knight of the Round Table, Kai.

"Ya, Yade..." Gray was in a panic. She really didn't do anything.

"Why panic, little Gray fool - we just have time."

Kai still had the same venomous tongue as before, and Merlin still had the same flirtatious smile.

"Ah, because it is within the inherent barrier that I can avoid the monitoring of the restraining force. Now that the inherent barrier has disappeared, my little trick will no longer work."

"Can we meet again?" Gray asked quickly.

"There will be a chance." Kai smiled and stretched out his hand and touched Gray's head, "Even if I am gone, Yade will always be with you. Remember to hit when you need to, and scold when you need to. That guy is Deserve a beating."

"Um!"

After receiving Gray's affirmative answer, Kai's body disappeared.

Merlin took a step slower, leaving two inconspicuous petals behind, carrying his thoughts and drifting away in the wind.

An apology: "I'm sorry, I tricked you."

A piece of trust: "The next step is up to you."

PS: I finally finished writing the story between Iskandar, Weber and Kagemusha. When I saw the Second Incident Book, I hoped that these three could have a perfect ending. This is the ending of the traitor. Next, let’s watch Mita To be honest, the Book of Events is currently on its eighth volume and will be completed in the next volume. The boss will not disappoint me.