"Avoid admitting mistakes again, so I'll make a mark first." Mordred drew a small turtle on Altria's face and said with a smile.

Looking at the little tortoise on Altria’s pretty face, Shirou’s mouth twitched fiercely: "You really disrespect your mother, do you only learn to behave after being beaten by Alto on the ground? Huh?"

“她又不是我母亲，而且母亲这么爱我，怎么会舍得揍我呢？”莫德雷德反问道。

Shiro: "..."

You stupid child of the landlord's family, if it hadn't been for the emperor's arrival, at the South American junction, you would have been rubbed on the ground by Arzin.

Mordred put away the paintbrush, and Shirou embarked on a journey.

"Speaking of which, this connection point was originally Britain, right? A parallel world co-individual with a mother, will there be a parallel world co-individual of yours, father?"

Mordred suddenly asked, "Could that emperor be your parallel world co-individual, right?"

Shiro smiled. He is not a creation of [Akasha Records], but a transmitter. Although there is a body like the same individual in the sense of the body as Shiro Eimiya, the Heroine Guardian, from the perspective of the soul, it is not at all One type of person.

Therefore, there is no record of him in the [Akasha Record], how could he have the same individual?

"Of course it's impossible."

After a pause, he added unconfidently: "...should."

After all, someone in this empire wrote a biography of his story, "The Story of the Sword Hero."

Not long after Shirou and Mordred left, a sharp and angry female voice resounded.

"Fujimaru Shiro——!!!"

...

Imperial capital.

The pure white apostle ran hurriedly in it.

"What's the matter?" The strategist who was covered in black shadow asked aloud.

"Onik's spiritual veins spewed out, and the planetary restraining monsters emerged."

"It seems that the restraining power of the planet has not given up resisting His Majesty's coherence. It has clearly been corrected by the star kings of other planets. It is amazing to be able to do this. But that's it. What are you doing so hastily?"

"The spirit veins have been sealed with thirty-seven nodes. In theory, the spirit veins on this island have been completely blocked, but in fact, there are still many nodes that have exploded. As a house officer, this is my duty. Within range, so I have to go down."

"It turns out that Morgan Lefie and Aktor are hunting down the remnant party, and you can just ask them to assist you."

"No, you are in charge of decision-making, while Morgan Lefie is responsible for the conquest, but the control of the house and information is my responsibility." The pure white apostle said with a smile.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of oppression suddenly spread from the dome. The eyes of the pure white apostle and the dark tactician all shrank suddenly, and then they bent down towards the dome and said, "Welcome your Majesty the Emperor!"

They knew that in the empire, there was only one who could have such oppressive power.

Afterwards, the indescribable great sense of oppression slowly receded, as if a certain supreme being had moved his eyes away.

"Send His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor!"

As the indescribable pressure dissipated, the pure white apostle and the dark tactician slowly got up.

The pure white apostle frowned, looked at the dark strategist puzzled, and asked, "Your Majesty, is this...?"

"His Majesty Tiandi's decision, even if it is difficult for me to see clearly, in case, don't guess."

The pure white apostle felt reasonable, so he nodded and said, "Then I will go down."

"Remember to come back, the Emperor can't live without you, Ching Bedwell."

"Yeah."

The dark tactician watched the pure white apostle leave, watching him go farther and farther until he disappeared.

"I want to come back."

...

"Fujimaru Shirou, you despicable, nasty, insidious, cunning, scheming, honey-believing tortoise bastard!"

Altria was standing by the river, watching his face reflected in the stream. Such a pretty face would praise even the sun, but now there was a **** little turtle painted on his right cheek.

"My face--!!!"

After a burst of sorrow and indignation, Altria knelt on the bank of the river and turned into a heartbreaking stone.

In front of Mordred, after being attacked by Shiro again, Altria had already guessed what Shiro's identity was.

Although annoyed that Shirou attacked her again, she did not hate Shirou, only that she had too little travel experience and was fooled by Shirou.

However, the little tortoise on his face made Altria completely out of balance.

What is this?

Even if I sneak attacked her twice, I even drew a tortoise on her proud and lovely face...Is this mocking her stupid brain?

Even if they have different identities, the journey and acquaintance are not fake at all? Even if he had secretly attacked her once before, she still had a good impression of the other person in her heart, but she insulted her so much!

Even if she killed her three or four times, she was not as insulting as this little tortoise!

Unforgivable!

"Damn Fujimaru Shiro! I absolutely! Absolutely! I won't let you go! I want you to have cramps and peel your skin and draw 10,000 little turtles on your face!!"

Altria's eyes filled with anger, took the staff, and flew towards Marco.

She knew that Shirou's destination was Marko.

Just follow Marko's direction and find the **** Fujimaru Shiro with her ability to find enemies, that's easy!

...

Onik Palace.

King Onik sat in the guest seat and looked at the girl who was occupying his throne. Instead of being angry, he asked tremblingly: "Excuse me, what is the point of the Lord Pandoragon coming to the little king?"

"Of course there are some things. What are you doing standing so far, King Onyk? Come, come closer."

Upon hearing this, King Onik was pale and shook his head quickly and said: "No, no, no...The Holy Apostle of Pandoragon worked day and night for the cause of the empire. How dare the little king harass the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon?"

The Holy Apostle Pandoragon squinted his eyes, which made King Onik tremble and his legs trembled. He was hung up and chopped for five thousand years by the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon. It was the fear of the Holy Apostle from the soul.

"Okay, Morgan. Don't scare him." Hector said.