I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"You refused! You refused the king's call!" El-Melloi II roared in an almost roaring way, "He has never forgotten you, this is the greatest conquering king in history, Iskandar ! But you refused!"

"Don't look like you know everything," Faker bit his lip, "it's just because...because there are idiots like you, Wang Cai can't stop, he clearly told him that that place doesn't exist at all, [because you The king you long for is always on the way to conquer, and the conquering king who doesn’t conquer is nothing at all, so let’s conquer the impossible.] Just for this reason, it’s for you…”

The flames of anger burned in her heart, not only because of the words of El-Melloi II, but also because of the idiots and the king who forgave them.

"Hey, faker calm down," Hatreth's expression was a little solemn, and the huge magic power was converging towards faker.

She's going to use the Noble Phantasm!

"squeak----"

The closed door was pushed open and a person walked in slowly, but everyone was attracted by the magic vortex on Faker and didn't notice.

"But don't stop my master, although I came here to serve you, but this man... only this man must die!" Faker raised his sword and pointed to the sky, "Come on!"

"Ah~ then let it be yours," Hatreth sighed. "After all, heroes always have a little bit of self-will, and this is one of the information I got."

"I'm really sorry for letting you accompany me!" Faker waved the sword in his hand.

"boom-----"

The void was torn apart, and the wheel of Kamuy wrapped around the thunder stagnated above the faker.

"It is also the Master's duty to accompany one's Servants to be willful in the end," Hatres laughed and jumped into the chariot.

so familiar...

Looking at the figure standing on the wheel of Shenwei, even knowing that faker was just a substitute, El-Melloi II couldn't help but sigh.

This is the attitude that the king of conquering the world should have!

Faker is the king in a way, if he beats her here.

The corners of El-Melloi II's mouth slowly rose.

Does it mean defeating the guy who has been ahead of him in a sense.

If we meet again one day, can he show off proudly, at least to see the troubled expression of that guy.

Even if the guy probably doesn't remember him.

but……

"Master, I'm going!" Grey exhaled and raised the scythe above his head.

The other party is going to use the Noble Phantasm. To protect other people on the train, the protection master can only use the Noble Phantasm hidden in Yade's body.

Even if it is no longer...

"give it to me."

A hand gently pressed on Grey's head and rubbed it.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Is it finally here?" El-Melloi II pushed his glasses, "I thought you would see the end."

"How is that possible," Siddija shrugged and took the Yard in her hands under Grey's surprised eyes.

"that……"

"If your opponent is a Servant, don't be too aggressive," Siddija pointed at Grey's forehead and flicked, "It's enough to catch up."

But if it was at the cost of putting his students in danger, then it would be fine.

"So that's the case, do you have such a plan?" El-Melloi II sighed softly, "Then I'll leave it to you."

"Hey brat, let it go! Only by letting Grey release that Noble Phantasm can everyone survive!" Yard, who turned back into a cube, shouted.

Hidega threw Yard, and a crystal hidden on the wristband of his sleeve slowly lit up, and rays of light overflowed from Yard's body, "It's Grey's rest time."

"Hey hey hey! Lie! Why can you use it!"

Yad's form disappeared completely in the light, and what fell in front of Siddija was a complete pillar of light.

Siddija exhaled and raised her hands to hold them.

"Liar," Gray covered her mouth, "that gun was..."

"That light... I really saw something extraordinary," the light in Hatreth's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Don't think about it!" Faker's eyes widened, and the golden and silver demon pupils emitted a dazzling light.

"Magic Eye! He still has one hand!" El-Melloi II roared in disbelief.

He shouldn't be affected by killing him with the magic eye, but...

"Umm—" Grey threw himself at Siddija with a trembling, and wrapped his hands around Siddija's neck and began to tighten, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Grey, what I said," Siddija calmly held the pillar of light in front of her, "your will, your soul, even a hero can't be twisted, so listen carefully, its voice. "

[Thirteen round table meeting...]

A soft voice rang in Grey's ears, but it just started and stopped as if disturbed.

"Wait, why am I still here!"

Yard roared in disbelief.