The Fate of the Gunman

There is no doubt that the red team is the most tired of Semiramis, the busiest Achilles and Atalante, then the most capable of paddling is Shakespeare, since he was called out, he publicly stated that he did not want to go. Battlefield', but now he will take the initiative to ask for participation in the war?This is really incredible.

"Yes~ please leave it to me~ after all, I am very interested in the'young man with treasures'~ I have a hunch! He may be the protagonist of my next book!"

Shakespeare had an extremely strange smile on his face at this time.

Chapter 52 "You are looking at me! Caster!!!"

Standing on the high platform, Yanfeng Shiro frowned and looked at Lancer and others running below. They couldn't help frowning. They seemed to want to say something but finally held back it abruptly, and stood in front of him. Shakespeare showed a slight smile.

"Don't worry~ master~ I'm ready~ let me open the curtain of this show!!"

With his gradually loud voice, he lifted up the "book" that appeared in his hands with one hand---

"The opening moment has come, there should be thunderous cheers (First Folio) here!!"

Following Shakespeare’s voice, a strange sound rang in Amakusa Shiro’s ear, and then————

"Master, there are three'dramas' here, which one are you going to watch?"

"Ruler."

Shakespeare was not surprised at the choice of his master. He just shrugged and opened the book in his hand in front of him...

After seeing the other party closing his eyes, he closed his eyes simply after a chuckle.

'It really made me wait for a long time~'

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The silver armor was like a cloak stained red with blood, and this was the'general' that was the most popular in the empire at this time, and even according to rumors, it is very likely to replace'General Bud' as the new empire's strongest.

But at the same time, he was also the sharpest knife in the emperor’s hands. Countless foreign races were killed. The corpses hanging on the stakes had not even been completely dried. During this time, he entered the imperial capital again. The butcher knife no longer points to those abominable alien races, but to the empire's "nobles".

No one would have imagined that those nobles who used to be domineering would actually behave like a drowning dog with their tails clipped. This undoubtedly made many civilians very happy.

Obviously everyone likes to hear about this, but for the people who caused it, they chose to ignore...

No, they chose to stay away from each other because they knew what the other party was doing. After all, even if they were sensibly told that the other party was not a lunatic, they would think of thousands of people who died directly or indirectly in the other's hands. Unconsciously felt a chill, so everyone chose to stay away from him.

And this man is undoubtedly very aware of what he is doing and his situation, so he is also very consciously away from people, just like a hedgehog knows that no one will actively embrace him behind him.

But since it is the road, there must be an end. When he came to a building, the door of the building was suddenly opened. Then a blonde girl with a garbage bag in both hands looked at him in surprise. , But this stupefaction disappeared quickly, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Welcome back~Master~"

"..."

Lancer knew that he was just a traveler, and he would leave one day, but he was unconsciously attracted by the other party, just like chasing candlelight insects at night. He longed for someone who could tolerate him. He longed for The thing called'home'.

Taking off the helmet, a clearly young face was full of vicissitudes, but when he saw the girl's smile, he couldn't help but tuck the corner of his mouth.

"I am back."

In the voice of the opponent's refusal, the young man helped the opponent toss the garbage bag into the trash can in front of the door, and then the two also smiled and walked into the building...

Killing, panic, fear

These are the main melody of the imperial capital, and people are worried all day long, but the man who is the executioner has not completely fallen into it, because he has found his own harbor, but he seems to forget that the main melody of this world is never'happiness'.

Obviously agreed with the other party to meet again, but when the two met again, they were on the battlefield...

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"It's really great!!"

Shakespeare, holding a quill in his hand, was struggling to write on a scroll, while he muttered some strange words to himself.

"This is ancient? No, no~ no~ no~ I haven't heard of this country, so is it a parallel world? But it's no wonder that he can have a'treasure', it turns out he still has this experience..."

As the "picture" changed, Shakespeare, who watched all of this from the perspective of God, also found answers to many of his doubts, but he shook his head several times during this period.

There is no doubt that as long as he is a person, he has shortcomings and weaknesses. There is absolutely no "perfect person" in this world!

And it is precisely because of imperfection that there are accidents, which fascinates him, but what Lancer did is so immature to him, and the final outcome can't be said that he expected.

Obviously won the battle, but in the end the girl whom he regarded as a harbor and support was completely transformed into ice crystals. Seeing the young Shakespeare who knelt on his knees and covered his face and whimpered was also relieved. In his opinion This'drama' is finally coming to an end, but at this moment——————

"You are looking at me! Caster!!!"

Lancer, who was on his knees, suddenly turned around...

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Seeing'Leonai' gradually turning into ice crystals in front of him, Lancer could no longer restrain his inner sadness.

Even if he knew that the other party was learning from his masters in the'land of shadows' at this time, he still couldn't control himself when he saw that scene.

It can be said that Leonai's incident was the biggest'scar' in his heart, and this scar still affects him.

Although he repaired the scar with the help of his masters and craftsmen, it was like once the porcelain was broken, even if it was repaired, the repair marks would not disappear.

There is no doubt that the person who tore the biggest scar in his heart aroused the uncontrollable anger in his heart!

"You are looking at me! Caster!!!"

Lancer roared at the sky in the cold wind, but did not respond. Lancer felt like a lunatic. After all, normal people would never say such strange things in this kind of weather and environment. , But he just said so and did so.

His cheek was hurt by the cold wind, and his body was cold, but he knew his environment better than anyone, as for the reason...

"Oh? Master of Assassin, how did you know that these are fake? It stands to reason that these are reproduced from your memory, and your memory should have been sealed during this period. How did you find out? of?"

The man in the green robe and brown wind chattered as soon as he appeared, and Lancer's answer to the other party was very simple and rude——————

"Puff!"

The ice spear directly pierced the opponent's heart, but the strange thing was that the opponent didn't seem to have any reaction, and he looked at Lancer with longing eyes as if he didn't even notice it.

And Lancer is basically sure that the'caster' in his hand should be just a substitute or a puppet. Since it is a fake, he throws the opponent out without hesitation, and carefully observes the surroundings, trying to find the other's figure. .

"How did you know? Tell me~ I'm really curious."

Obviously there should be an ice gun in his chest, but'caster' kept asking about Lancer.

How did you know?

It's very simple. From the very beginning, Lancer noticed something was wrong, because he found that his'system panel' was much stronger than his'memory', and it was from that time that he knew that his situation was not right.

But even so, he didn't break it at the beginning, but continued to walk according to the "history". The reason for this was because he wanted to look at "Leonai" more. This is because he was willing to be a puppet. The biggest reason to keep moving forward with the'story'.