Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

After opening the door, Joan looked at Shirou with an unkind expression.

Shirou's eyes slanted, and he aimed at the android master lying on the bed, frowning, curled up into one piece.

"Have you consumed too much magic power? What does your master look like now?"

"By the way, you are a ruler, right? I don't remember that a ruler has the duty to take care of a certain master." Shirou walked to the bedside and wiped his master's sweat.

"If you hadn't come up to her face and frightened her to sign a contract with you, wouldn't she have been involved in the Holy Grail War?" Joan retorted, not like an ordinary French village girl.

"Haha, haha—the weather is good today." Shirou looked at the moon outside the window.

"Well, it's pretty good." Joan followed Shirou's eyes and saw the beautiful full moon.

After helping his forehead, Shirou felt that Joan of Arc was also very easy to deceive, probably the kind who had to help count the money if she was sold.This is very similar to the level of ordinary French country girls.

As if sensing that someone was coming back, the man-made man slowly woke up.

"Assassin..."

"Are you able to get up? If you can't, just continue to lie down, understand?" Shirou quickly checked her body with magic, confirmed that there was no serious problem, and felt relieved.

"Hmm." The man-made man twisted up a corner of the quilt, and slowly pulled it, only his head was exposed.

"It's really self-conscious." Shirou squeezed his chin.

"Yeah, he's a good boy." Joan of Arc walked to the other side of the bed, gently touched the artificial man's head, and finally realized something was wrong.

"Assassin, you just changed the subject!"

"Hush, keep your voice down." Shirou covered her mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Joan struggled.

"It's okay, you continue." The artificial man opened his eyes wide, watching their movements curiously.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Jeanne sat back on her seat, "Then let's not talk about this topic for now, you didn't mean to talk about it with me. But, I just saw it. Assassin, did you intercede for Spartacus? Are you saying you are not a good person?"

"No." Shirou denied Joan's point of view, "I'm not, I don't."

"Cold mouth and warm heart." Joan of Arc paused after finishing speaking, then raised her praying hands, "But thank you."

"Thank me for what? He has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, but I can't bear him losing his freedom like this. Maybe the Lord heard my prayer and let you come here."

"The Lord can't hear it, and neither can God." Shirou shook his head, "It's the same for him and for me. None of us would believe in this kind of thing. Otherwise, he wouldn't believe it." He will be chopped into meat and die. To create happiness, he can only rely on himself, otherwise he will not stand up and resist."

Joan looked at Shirou with some displeasure, and looked at him quietly.

I saw a small knife appeared in Shirou's hand, bent a little, and handed it to the artificial man.

"Master, I have a task for you."

"What mission? What is this sword?" The android sat up puzzled, and took Shirou's sword.

"The talisman that can break all laws."

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It took 15 pools to get a dress. . .I……

Chapter 25 The Enemy of Justice

"Unexpectedly, Assassin's strength is stronger than what Saber and her master said, and Hercules' power will be so terrifying." Listening to the narration of Rider and Archer, Amakusa Shiro sighed at their injuries .

Rider is better, but Archer may not be able to go to the battlefield even if he heals for two or three days.

If it can be won over, that would be great.

"Caster." Amakusa called out.

"Huh?" The golden heroic spirit revealed her figure, she squinted her eyes slightly, "What is?"

"Are you familiar with assassins?"

"It's okay." Caster rubbed his chin, looked at Archer who was covered in bruises with great interest, and smiled, "Miscellaneous repair, if you don't mind, take this bottle of medicine."

Archer was a little surprised, she had already gained a certain understanding of Gilgamesh's character during this period of time - he was a very bad person, and at this moment he gave her medicine to heal the wound?

It won't be poisonous, right?

"Relax, you are standing with me at this moment, you are my subjects, understand? Miscellaneous." Gilgamesh returned to his seat and looked at Semiramis playfully.

One country cannot tolerate two masters, and now they are almost incompatible, and this sentence is like declaring war.

Archer looked at the medicine in his hand and then at the two of them, feeling that it was a fight between gods and she would suffer.So she hurried away from the battlefield between the two.

Semiramis was irritated by Gilgamesh's actions, and the scales on his arms were shiny.

That was proof of being a descendant of the fish god Decodo, and part of her power.

"Do you want to go to war? A woman who dares to erect a throne in front of this king?" Gilgamesh provoked Semiramis, as if he wanted to compete with her, but Gilgamesh knew that the other party would definitely tolerate it Yes, but this is also a loss of fun in a sense.

A magic circle suddenly appeared on the spike in Semiramis' hand.

Gilgamesh cheered up a little.

"Okay, assassin, and caster, stop arguing between you two. Caster, let's talk about the black assassin first?" Amakusa Shiro waved his hand and pulled Semiramis back.