The minister's misconduct is the king's fault.
This was the creed of the Conqueror King Iskandar, both in life and in death.
Because the king lives a more vivid life than anyone else and is admired more than anyone else!
The one who gathers the wishes of all the heroes and becomes their role model is the king.
His kingly way is not a lonely path, his wish is the wish of all his subjects!
In this case, as a king, he must take responsibility - whether it is resentment, blame, or anything else, he will bear it.
Faker was actually very clear about this. She had followed the king for the longest time and knew him best. However, because she was too sad and resentful, she forgot this and was unwilling to accept this reality. Even though that was the king she was loyal to, even though those people were her former comrades.
The king cares most about his subjects and his people.
But what she cared about most was the king.
Different angles and different positions determine each other's thoughts. Even if you know that the other party will do that, you will deliberately choose to ignore it.
"Really? You have to take responsibility for them." Faker's face was filled with discontent and he spoke in a voice that was about to rain down. His mood, which had just improved because of Wang's attitude, became even worse.
"It is my responsibility!" Iskandar stood there, motionless, facing the shadow warrior who was about to explode.
"It's your fault!"
"yes!"
"Iskander!!! You are the biggest bastard, idiot, fool, fool—"
The dark resentment that Gray saw finally overflowed from her mind and eroded reality.
First he cursed, cursed mercilessly, and then, as if he was not satisfied, he started to attack.
Fists, legs and feet - all disorganized and chaotic. At this moment, Faker doesn't look like a warrior who has crossed countless battlefields, but a woman who has simply lost her mind, or to put it bluntly, a shrew.
Iskandar remained motionless, like a mountain, bearing Faker's resentment, unwillingness, anger and attacks.
Gray couldn't bear to watch it and wanted to stop it, but was quietly stopped by Weber.
This is Macedonia’s internal affairs, a matter between Iskandar and the Shadow Warrior, and no one can or should interfere.
Perhaps he felt that beating with fists was not enough to vent his anger, or perhaps he was dissatisfied with Iskandar's silent attitude, Faker took two steps back and grasped the sword at his waist.
Iskandar was a little panicked when he saw this: "Hey, that's enough, don't draw your sword, or someone will die."
Unexpectedly, this not only did not stop Faker, but instead aroused her interest.
"It's too late to be scared now. Didn't you say it was all your fault? Don't you have to take responsibility?"
"It's not responsible—hey."
Before he could finish, Faker swung his sword at him and Iskandar quickly dodged.
"I told you to stop, did you hear me? This is the king's order!"
"I hear you, but I won't obey."
Not only did Faker's movements not stop, but they became faster and faster, and so did her speaking speed.
"Because you said - getting dreams from you is the greatest loyalty to you. Even if there are mistakes, it is your fault and your responsibility!"
Most people would be in awe of the King of Conquerors if they heard his magnificent speech and saw his domineering demeanor. But who is Faker? She has been a shadow warrior of Iskandar since she was a child. She grew up with the King and watched him grow from a beautiful boy to a super muscular man, and from immaturity to a domineering ruler.
She knew what kind of person he was. His fallacies and heresies could fool everyone in the world, but not her! When he was alive, she often used her wisdom to clean up the mess for him and calm the hearts of those who were deceived by his fallacies and heresies. After death, she could also use his own spear to attack his shield. She had not been a king for so many years in vain. In Weber's words, she was another conqueror king!
Iskandar was speechless. He was indeed eloquent and good at public speaking. He had once shaken Artoria's faith under the majesty of the "King's Army", but that was because Artoria didn't understand him or her own nature. This trick wouldn't work if it was the closest minister, the half-body that he knew best.
Faker, who had the upper hand, was in high spirits and pressed forward step by step, while Iskandar retreated step by step, showing no sign of being a king.
Finally, Iskandar couldn't help it and yelled:
"Don't go too far!"
"You are the one who went too far, you idiot, dumbass—" Repeatedly.
"Hey, if you do this again, I will fight back!" The King of Conquerors grasped the dagger he carried with him, the Sword of Cyprus that was presented as a tribute by the King of Cyprus.
"Fight back, if you have the guts, fight back!" Faker continued to attack.
"I really fought back!" The sword of Cyprian was unsheathed and collided with Faker's long sword, making a crisp sound, "Let me see how much you have changed after becoming a Heroic Spirit."
Faker responded directly with a series of high-speed chants, and the series of magic tricks made the Conqueror King look humiliated.
As the twins personally selected by Iskandar's mother Olympias, Faker's qualifications are excellent. In addition, she has been personally taught by Olympias since childhood. Without the use of the Noble Phantasm, her combat power is higher than Iskandar. If not for this, she would not be worthy of being the King of Shadow Warriors, the last shield.
In addition, Gray's quality as a Master is much higher than Waver's. As one's strength decreases, the other's strength decreases. Iskandar, who only relies on a dagger and physical strength, is no match at all, and the situation becomes increasingly difficult.
"Aren't you going to fight back? Fight back! Aren't you good at talking? Keep talking!"
"You forced me to—" Iskandar raised his dagger high into the sky.
At the same time, Weber's face changed and he shouted, "Idiot, stop it!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. The dagger was swung down, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and a chariot pulled by the divine bull broke through the clouds and descended to the earth under the protection of thunder and lightning.
"Stay away, Sven and Flatt, Gray, separate them!"
When words didn't work, Weber chose direct action.
The girl wrapped in a cloak reacted faster than her brain. She ordered Yad to materialize the "Scythe of Death" and inserted it between the two of them. The scythe blade blocked the Sword of Cyprus and the end deflected Faker's attack.
"Master—" Faker was about to question, but he saw his little master looking at Weber not far away with a confused look on his face.
The latter sighed and said, "I have no objection to you fighting, but please pay attention to the occasion and the impact. If you make such a big noise, what if there are other servants nearby?"
"Uh, Professor, it's not if—"
"Already coming, in that direction."
Flatt, who is good at detection, and Sphin, who has a super sense of smell, spoke one after another.
"... "
Weber covered his face and didn't want to say a word.