In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"Only me?" Emiya Kiritsugu was puzzled, he didn't seem to be an intelligence officer.

"Yes, only you, you who will do anything for justice!" Rosen's gaze was like a steel knife, tearing off the disguise wrapped on Emiya Kiritsugu's surface, directly hitting the deepest desire in his heart.

For the justice of the majority, he can sacrifice everything and use any means, and his efficiency is higher than that of Rosen, but now... the monster is the biggest obstacle on his way to justice.

Half surprised, half enlightened, Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes changed, he didn't investigate how Rosen learned his biggest secret, he just lit the cigarette, and spit out from deep in his throat:

"I see."

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Emiya Kiritsugu left, so decisive that Luo Sen didn't have time to talk to him about his adopted son. This man hated monsters to the extreme, and would find trouble with them whenever he had a chance!

This attitude is completely different from Rosen's. The latter is derived from years of experience and a sense of mission after gaining power, as if he has to pay a price for cheating.

In a sense, the monster is still in the status of a victim. It obviously didn't do anything harmful to Rosen, but a large part of it was killed.

"You seem to know this man very well." Mordred, who had run to close the door, came back with his arms folded, looking very helpless.

This guy is here again, the ghost knows where he heard the information, every time he can hit the vital point.

"I guessed it, don't look at me like that, I really guessed it." Rosen grinned, not lying.

Forget about heroic spirits, no one knows the survival experience of Emiya Kiritsugu, especially without magic and after the War of the Broken Cup, it is no longer possible to use past memories to judge.

But... From Rosen's observations, this man is still so sad, as if he has been cursed, and even another map cannot save him.

Mordred didn't know what a tragic past Emiya Kiritsugu had, she just raised her eyebrows:

"Okay, okay, I don't care how you see it, but what's the use of sending this man?"

"Are you despising others' strength? Emiya Kiritsugu is considered to be the top among the half-heroes."

"Tch, it's garbage level, even a few Assassins can't solve it."

"Please, people who have been knocked unconscious for three days by Assassin are not qualified to say this. Others can escape against multiple heroic spirits. This is enough to explain the problem." Rosen was not afraid of the anger of the bear, and stood up to give Qie Si's papa said something fair.

"Are you going to talk about this shitty thing about me for a year!?" The bear boy was furious.

"Yes, I will always remember Lord Mordred's great achievements."

Talking loudly in front of Rosen is undoubtedly asking for his own death. Mordred, who could not speak in a few words, finally thought that he should not shake the morale of the army before the war, so he patted the bear on the head and said:

"It is useful for me to release this mad dog. Leaving Emiya Kiritsugu's strength aside, his brain is very flexible, and he is most suitable for intelligence work."

"Tch, if you can be smart, then so can I."

"You?" Rosen expressed his opinion with a standard American shrug.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep, we will go to Nero early in the morning."

He yawned, and decided to take the time to catch up on his sleep, but just as he entered the bedroom, Mordred followed him in again.

"What are you doing? There are so many rooms in the palace." Rosen looked alert. This brat must not have awakened something extraordinary.

"I..." Mordred hesitated for a while, and then shouted: "I want to ensure your safety! I must sleep with you!"

"Guaranteed to be safe? In this Roman palace?" Rosen rolled his eyes, feeling that his IQ was insulted.

"No matter! As your sword, this is my job!"

Well, even the tone has changed.

Rosen rubbed his head, knowing that this brat wouldn't want to sleep today if he didn't agree, so he beckoned, "Go to bed, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Hmph, that's pretty much the same." Mordred grinned, showing two canine teeth, and lay on the bed carelessly without taking off his clothes.

Rosen hugged some quilts and spread the sofa. After lying down, he remembered a serious problem, and quickly got up and shouted: "Mordred, if you dare to snore again today, I will throw you out!"

"I... promise not to fight..."

A dazed sound came from the bed, and Rosen sat back on the sofa in satisfaction, his eyes just closed——

Whoosh, Kaka...

Teeth grinding and grunting formed a chorus!

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In the early morning of the second day, in the banquet hall the size of a basketball court, Nero was sitting at the top and waiting. The girl held black tea in one hand and flipped through the documents in the other.

As long as he calms down, the tyrant can still do things well. At least when the heat has not passed for three minutes, his behavior can be called a wise king.

Overnight, she took care of the things that Rosen had arranged, and even used her subjective initiative to write a letter of appeal for help to Frederick I, who had been ambivalent.

For some reason, the annoying state affairs in the past became easier. Nero hummed a song and turned over the documents. When the last document was reached, the song suddenly stopped.

This is a message from Cloris. She went to Macedonia and was personally received by King Iskandar the Conqueror, but the request for help was unsuccessful. Macedonia's reason was that Romania was frequently mobilizing troops.

Iskandar didn't bother to lie, and Rosen's conjecture was once again confirmed. There was indeed a problem in that country.

'Well, even such a noble fighter as Vlad III has fallen. '

A strong support was temporarily unable to come in handy, and the ensuing pressure made Nero frowned slightly, but soon, the girl's frowned brows relaxed again, and hummed softly:

"As long as Yu and Luo Sen join hands, any crisis can be eliminated!"