I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

The minister's gaffe is the king's fault.

This was the creed of Iskander the Conqueror, both in life and in death.

Because the king lives more vividly than anyone else and is more admired than anyone else!

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

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

In this case, as the king, he must take responsibility - whether it is resentment, blame, or anything else, he will bear it.

Faker actually knows this very well. She has followed Wang for the longest time and knows best what kind of person he is. However, because she was too sad and resentful, she had forgotten this and was unwilling to accept this reality. Even if that was the king she was loyal to, even if those people were her former comrades-in-arms.

The king cares most about his ministers and his people.

What she cared about most was the king.

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

"Yeah, you have to take responsibility for them." Faker's face was clouded with dissatisfaction and he said in a voice that was about to come. The mood that had just improved due to Wang's attitude became even worse.

"This is my king's responsibility!" Iskandar stood there, motionless, facing the shadow warrior who was about to explode.

"It's your fault!"

"yes!"

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

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

First, he scolded him mercilessly, and then he seemed to be upset and started to take action directly.

Fists, legs and feet - disorganized and chaotic. At this moment, Faker does not look like a warrior who has crossed countless battlefields, but a simple woman who has lost her mind. To put it bluntly, she is a shrew.

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

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

This is an internal affair of Macedonia, a matter between Iskandar and the Shadow Warriors, and no one can interfere or intervene.

Perhaps because he felt that he couldn't relieve his anger with fists, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with Iskandar's silent attitude, Faker took two steps back and grasped the sword at his waist.

When Iskandar saw this, he suddenly panicked: "Hey, hey, that's about it. Don't draw your sword, someone is going to die."

Unexpectedly, these words not only did not stop Faker, but actually aroused her interest.

"Now I know I'm afraid. It's too late. Didn't you say it was all your fault? Aren't you responsible?"

"It's not like being responsible - hello."

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

"I told you to stop, do you hear me? This is the king's order!"

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

Not only did it not stop, Faker's movements became faster and faster, and her speaking speed also increased.

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

When most people hear the majestic words of the Conqueror King and then see his domineering demeanor, they will feel in awe even if they worship him without bowing their heads. But who is Faker? She has been a shadow warrior in Iskandar since she was a child. She grew up with the king, watching him transform from an extremely beautiful boy to a super muscular man, watching him become an immature man and become an indomitable tyrant.

She knows best what kind of person he is. His fallacies can frighten everyone in the world, but not her! During her lifetime, she often used her wisdom to deal with his aftermath and help him stabilize the hearts of those who had been deceived by fallacies. After death, she can also use her spear to attack her shield. The half body of the king has not been made in vain for so many years. In Weber's words - she is another conquering king!

Iskandar was speechless, but he was indeed an eloquent speaker. Artoria's faith was once shaken by the power of the "King's Army", but that was because Artoria didn't understand him or his own nature. If it were the closest subject, the half-body whom he knew best, this wouldn't work.

Faker, who had the upper hand, was full of momentum and pressed forward step by step, while Iskandar retreated step by step, showing no hegemony.

Finally, Iskandar couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:

"Don't go too far!"

"You're the one who went too far, you idiot, stupid idiot -" the cycle repeats.

"Hey, if you do this again, I'll fight back!" The conquering king held the dagger he carried with him, the Cypriot sword that was paid tribute by the Cypriot king.

"Fight back, fight back if you can!" Faker continued to attack.

"I really fought back!" The Cypriot sword was unsheathed 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 tricks that made the Conqueror look disgraced.

As a twin hand-picked by Iskandar's mother Olympias, Faker's qualifications are already outstanding. In addition, Faker has been personally taught by Olympias since she was a child. Her combat power is higher than that of Iskandar without the use of a Noble Phantasm. The last shield of the Kagemusha, who wouldn't be worthy of being a king otherwise.

In addition, Gray's quality as a master is much higher than that of Weber. Iskandar, who relies only on a short sword and relies solely on physical strength, is no match for him, and the situation becomes increasingly difficult.

"Don't you want to fight back? You fight back! Aren't you very good at speaking? Just keep talking!"

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

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

Unfortunately, it was already too late. The dagger was swung down, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a chariot pulled by a sacred bull broke through the clouds and descended on the earth under the protection of thunder and lightning.

"Sfin and Frater, stay away, Gray, separate them!"

Words didn't work, so Weber chose direct action.

The girl wrapped her body in the cloak and her body reacted faster than her brain. She ordered Yade to manifest the "Scythe of Death" and inserted it between the two of them. The blade of the scythe held the Sword of Cyprus and the end bounced away. Faker's slash.

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

The latter sighed: "I don't object if you want to fight, but please pay attention to the occasion and impact. If you create such a big noise, what if there are other servants nearby?"

"Well, Professor, it's not what if-"

"Already coming, in that direction."

Flatt, who is good at detection, and Sven, who has a super sense of smell, spoke one after another.

"..."

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