I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

He used to be a king, so he sees more thoroughly than Astolfo.

Vlad III's attitude has indeed become ambiguous.

This is also normal, after all, he is the king and the leader.

Shirou is on Astolfo's side, and Shirou killed Achilles before, showing too much value.

It is human instinct to seek profit.

This is exactly the case when a king is a leader. Whoever is more valuable will be more enamored of him.

And there is no doubt that, judging from the current performance, Shirou's value is greater than that of Avis Bron.

This is not just from the king, it is also a common example in life, and the most obvious example is school.

——Teacher, students with good grades are always favored.

This is the most vivid and close-to-life example.

Shirou saw it very clearly.

There's just one thing that Shirou finds extremely strange.

He turned his head, looked at Jeanne who was sitting next to him, touched his face, and asked, "Ruler, is there anything dirty on my face?"

"Ah, ah... no, no." Jeanne shook her head hastily.

Vlad III was not a narrow-minded lord, but a virtuous lord, naturally broad-minded. Even Black Fang's celebration banquet invited Joan of Arc as Ruler.

But, for some reason, from the beginning of the banquet, Joan glanced at Shirou from time to time.

Shirou touched his face, looked at his own reflection through the bright red wine, and found that there was indeed nothing dirty on his face.

So why was Joan looking at him like that?

It's puzzling!

Shirou shook his head, didn't think about it, but stood up.

And when he moved like this, the eyes of everyone present fell on him.

Shirou looked at Vlad III and said with a smile, "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first, Lancer."

Vlad III nodded, and said: "You are not a subject of Yu, if you have something to do, then do it."

Shirou left the banquet.

While leaving, Joan's eyes fell on him again.

What kind of gaze is that?

Complicated to the extreme...

But at the end of the day, there is a sense of self-shaming.

...

Shirou left the king, went to the kitchen to bring some food, and came to the basement of the castle.

Here, in addition to those petri dishes for making artificial life, Spartacus was also imprisoned.

Before Shirou reached the cage where Spartacus was held, he heard the voice of communication.

He came out, his face involuntarily stunned.

A group of artificial life forms responsible for the maintenance of the petri dishes actually got rid of their responsibilities at this moment, and sat beside Spartacus, looking at Spartacus seriously, like people in the classical era sitting Listen to the Word next to the sage.

"What is freedom?" Someone asked in a very puzzled tone.

Spartacus said: "Freedom is like the wings of a bird, flying to poetry and distant places, and living out your own life."

"What is poetry and the distance?" Someone asked again.

Spartacus said: "It's romance, it's life."

"So what is romance and being alive?" Someone asked.

Spartacus smiled and said: "Romance is the moment when I am moved by my life. To live is to make myself feel happy and healthy."

"I don't understand, we are just puppets created by people. What you said are human emotions, right, Spartacus?" Someone asked strangely.

Spartacus asked strangely: "Aren't you -- aren't you human?"

"We are not human beings, we are only artificial life forms," ​​someone reiterated.

Spartacus said: "You are human beings. The way of birth is not important. When you are born into this world, you have the same appearance, the same genes, and the same possession of everything about the world. The moment you become fascinated, fascinated, and curious, you are human. The petri dish is the womb that conceived you, and it is the human gene that gives you the shape. It’s just that you are being oppressed by the oppressor, and your soul is deceived by the sweet-talking oppressor. Forgot what I really looked like... Ah. How cruel!"

Spartacus wept.

The artificial life forms looked at each other, their faces full of confusion and incomprehension.

Seeing this scene, Shirou couldn't help laughing.

This is still, a rebel has really been put in.

A rebel enough to give any ruler a headache.

However, this has nothing to do with Shirou.

Even if it is a headache, it belongs to Vlad III and the Thousand World Tree family.

Shirou came out with the food in hand.

The artificial life forms looked at him, and panic suddenly appeared on their calm faces.

Shirou smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't scold you."

He came to Spartacus and put the food in front of Spartacus.

Spartacus asked suspiciously: "O ruler, since you have restrained me, why do you want to eat with me?"

"Because you are human too, aren't you?" Shirou asked back with a smile, his bright eyes were as bright as fire.

"Oh. I see. Are you not only the ruler, but also the fire that illuminates the front? Ah... ah... It's really touching, there is such a ruler!" Spartacus's wide Tears flowed down her face again.

"It's time for us to work!" said one of the artificial life forms.

The artificial life forms stood up, ready to follow the rules and complete the work entrusted to them by the Thousand World Trees.