I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

But--

"Why should we listen to you? You don't show up...it's too suspicious!" the witch said.

However, Shirou and Scathach had already listened to what the voice said, and ran towards the direction indicated.

Shirou turned his head and yelled at the witch and Liangyi Weina who were stunned in place: "Follow!"

"It's really..."

The witch didn't know what to say, but since Shirou decided to believe the suspicious voice, she had no choice but to go to the dark.

Shirou came to the end of the beacon, where a crack had already been opened.

"Go in," said the suspicious voice again, "the exit is there!"

"for……"

Before the Witch and Ryomi questioned it, Shirou and Scathach looked at each other, and jumped into the crack without hesitation.

"Just say it if you're an acquaintance, I hate the feeling of playing riddles!" The witch looked helpless, then jumped up and followed.

Liang Yiwei turned around and looked at the other side, wanting to take another look at the woman who created herself but destroyed everything about herself.

Her mother, Shi.

However, all she saw was a vast expanse of pure white.

Disappointment flashed across Liang Yiwei's eyes, and she turned around and jumped into the crack.

A burst of light and shadow shuttle.

Shirou felt a sudden darkness in front of his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a dark world full of flames.

As far as the eye can see, there are ruins. Fires were spreading everywhere, and there was a pungent burning smell in the air.

It's like the end of the world!

"that is--"

Shirou's eyes fixed on one thing, which was a burning, dilapidated statue.

It was just the clearly sculpted face that still made him recognize that it was his statue!

Statues from the Eternal Reign!

"Shirou, this is the Eternal Dynasty!" Scathach said in surprise.

Shirou nodded, his expression serious.

Here is the Eternal Dynasty, the capital of the Eternal Dynasty, Camelot!

At this time, many ragged and embarrassed people crawled out of the ruined walls.

They looked miserable.

However, when they saw Shirou, the suffering on their faces instantly disappeared, as if seeing the sun, their eyes sparkled.

"It's the king!"

"The king is back!"

"The king has awakened from his eternal sleep!"

"He came to rescue us!"

...

People yelled and then staggered towards Shirou.

They held out their hands to Shirou.

Muddy hands, callused hands... Shirou also saw a hand with only one little finger left.

They grabbed Shirou.

"The king is back!"

"The king is back!"

"My lord...we miss you so much!"

...

Shirou looked at these people in a daze, as if he had returned to the dynasty of the ancient century.

"Don't be careless! These are the consciousnesses of the dynasty people who constitute the restraining force, not real people!" A suspicious voice reminded.

Shirou came to his senses and wanted to push these people away, but he couldn't do it.

Because those eyes are so sincere and full of hope.

At this time, the witch took out her staff and swung all those people out, grabbed Shirou's sleeve, and shouted anxiously: "What are you in a daze for? Run—!"

Shirou nodded seriously.

In the eternal dynasty shrouded in darkness and fire, the eternally shining Camelot has already been engulfed by the fire.

And in the center of the prairie fire, there is a beam of light that goes straight to the sky.

Suspicious voices guide them there.

"Is the king abandoning us?"

"The king has abandoned us."

"We have no king, and we are the only ones who can save us!"

"Destroy the statue of the king, destroy the misty hope. Use our hands to take back our own world! Our own life!"

Those people have lost their minds, howling on the ground like evil spirits in hell, chasing and killing Shirou and others.

A suspicious voice reminded: "Don't bother with them, just leave here as soon as possible!"

Shirou and the others nodded, and the witch and Liangyi were also relieved. Obviously, this suspicious voice was probably a friend rather than an enemy.

He rushed to the center of the beam of light.

It was a shining tower of brilliance.