Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice (Part 2)

Chapter 278

"Ah—, let go! Let go! Let go, Shirou!"

"What did you just call me? I didn't quite catch that," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"My king—, my king!" she cried out.

"I seem to recall someone making a promise to treat the younger version of me with kindness and gentleness. Do you remember who that person was?" he asked with a playful tone.

"I have treated you well! I've been super gentle with you! Let go, let go!" she cried.

"Oh, so this gentleness is just in your tone, huh?" Shirou increased the pressure of his grip. "Let me tell you, I've longed to teach you a lesson for some time now, especially during the days of Camelot. How dare you walk all over me and act all mighty? Truly audacious!"

"Don't do this, don't do this... You're going to pull out my hair!" she sobbed.

"Hmph." Shirou loosened his grip. "I'll spare you for now."

"Ugh..." she cast a resentful glare towards him.

What's the difference between now and 1,500 years ago? It shouldn't be like this!

He should have remained an obedient disciple who listened to his master without question, allowing himself to be bullied!

In reality, prior to Shirou's journey to Camelot, that had indeed been the case.

He would dutifully heed Scathach's every word, enduring her playful bullying with a trembling fear, never daring to voice his objections.

But now, the circumstances had changed.

Did this shameless rascal think she could trample over Shirou and assume an air of superiority?

Enough was enough!

...

Scathach's countenance revealed a deep-seated resentment.

The blissful era of bullying the king had come to an abrupt end.

The dream had been shattered.

That despicable scoundrel had returned.

Wait a moment!

Scathach cast a sidelong glance at Shirou, who seemed to be lost in contemplation, and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Upon careful consideration, there was only the king standing before her now.

The Knights of the Round Table were nowhere to be found, and Merlin was imprisoned in the tower by Guinevere, likely watching over this place with his Clairvoyance and finding amusement in it.

If that was the case, then the king was alone.

What was there for her to fear when confronting him on her own?

Today marked the day for the enslaved to rise and reclaim their freedom, singing their triumphant anthem!

While it had been a delight to taunt the young Shirou, who had yet to fully embrace his destiny as king, nothing could compare to the sheer ecstasy of overwhelming this scoundrel king, knocking him to the ground, and fiercely yanking on his hair.

The mere thought of it sent her into fits of laughter.

Gripping her twin spears tightly, she readied herself to stab Shirou who engrossed in his contemplation of the record of the Eternal King.

Indeed, in that very moment...

Shirou made a decision to delve into the record of the Eternal King.

As his physical body slumbered peacefully in the real world, he found himself in a unique state where he could freely access and manifest the presence of the Eternal King within the confines of his dream.