ps1: Cut, the brushwork is still slightly less powerful, I don’t know if the things I want to express are expressed... Comments are welcome.

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"Who agrees! Who opposes!" The murderous voice echoed in Whitehall, without tactful expression or artistic remarks. The king of the North expressed his will and the threat with absolute power, without any room for maneuver.

He was just one person, but he left everyone silent. When the person who should not have appeared here suddenly intervened in a foul manner, everything was more like a joke. No one doubted the authenticity of what Caesar said, and could hear the threat in the words of the king. However, when absolute power came, these people who held their own courage and glory chose to remain silent.

Caesar's eyes swept across everyone as if they were scrutinized. Under this aggressive gaze, no one had the courage to look at each other. The king snorted coldly: "A group of cartilage...a group of cartilage!"

The barbarian's eyes showed great disappointment and contempt: "You had the opportunity to uphold justice before, but you did not. You had the opportunity to express your indomitableness just now, but you did not... One by one, like wild dogs, scrambling for bones without meat, and avoiding strong beasts. You claim to be elites and think of yourself as strong people. You are the most noble group in this country and control the future and power of the country. But today, I will let you know that there is no difference between you and dogs!"

Many people's eyes shot out anger, and then Caesar's eyes sternly, and bloodthirsty murderous aura swept out. The Thunder King said sternly: "Don't accept it! Whoever doesn't accept it, stand up!"

The violent voice incorporated the deterrent skills of the Saint Seiya shouting system, and hit everyone's heart like a sledgehammer, quickly eroding the gathered anger and courage. Caesar glanced at them contemptuously: "See? You dare not, you are all big men and have endless glory. You can't use endless power to kill you in my hands, because in my eyes, your lives are as cheap as dogs, and you will be killed by a thousand, and no one will stand up for you!"

"Don't accept it? Feel humiliated? Feel angry? Feel unwilling? Then stand up and use swords to express your anger. Use blood to wash away your shame. What?" Caesar pretended to be surprised. "You are so transcendent in your attitude in this matter, so understand your king. You are as clear as every reaction and decision of King Arthur. You know her character, understand her principles, and know how to use her character to seek benefits for yourself..."

Caesar's relaxed tone gradually turned into a deafening roar: "Even the king dares to play with the deceitful ministers, and even the provocations of the foreign kings! Where are your courage! Where are your abilities!"

"Are you all mute? Are you all scared?" Caesar raised his hand and pointed at the people with sloping eyes, "Five dukes, fourteen marquises, thirty-eight Counts, one hundred and twenty-two viscounts, three hundred and fifty-six barons, you are highly powerful, the left prime minister of the kingdom, military minister, agriculture minister, magic minister... From the cabinet to the military department, from diplomacy to the internal affairs, you have controlled much power in this country. But you let a foreign king trample on your dignity in the Whitehall, which symbolizes the glory of the nobles... You are even worse than the dogs and bastards of the Three Kingdoms in the North, at least they dare to grin at me before they die. You can only hold your tails! Yes, there are only a group of wastes left in the North that can wag their tails. Why? Because the bones are so hard that they all die!"

"Why? I don't say anything?" Caesar said sternly, "Bathermero, Roreleya! Maxwell, Lola, Stewart! Do you have the courage to listen to the answer without the courage to answer? I agree or oppose my proposal!"

Maxwell is the head of the Thirteenth Lesson of the Dharma King Hall. He was originally Cecilia and her gang. At this moment, he was the most relaxed. He tidied up his clothes, stood up, and whispered: "Since it was what His Majesty the Heavenly King said..."

"Stop talking nonsense! I ask you, you only need to answer whether you agree or not!" Caesarl glanced at him coldly.

"...Agree." A hint of anger flashed in Maxwell's eyes, but he answered calmly.

"Dean of the Clock Tower, the spokesperson for the Sky Dome in Brittania." Caesar turned his eyes to another woman, "Bassermero Rorelaya, tell me your decision!"

"Enough...I object!" Artoria, who had been silent, finally spoke, "His Majesty Caesar, this is the national affairs of Brittania, and you don't need to intervene."

"Hmph." Caesar turned around, "I thought you could bear it for a while... don't you feel happy? King Arthur? Seeing these clowns who are usually hypocritical and polite in such a situation, crushing their disguise and trampling on their dignity, watching their arrogant expressions transform into powerless shame and anger, and their sense of superiority has fallen into mud in an instant... I just want them to remember this unforgettable shame forever, and to know that this world is not a stage for them to do whatever they want, and to know that the real king, if they want them to die, they have to die!"

Artoria frowned gently and said in a deep voice: "Enough."

Caesar smiled and shook his head: "It's not enough...it's still far from it. How much have you paid for your country? You have only raised a group of ungrateful white-eyed wolves. Your court needs purification. King Arthur - do you need my help?"

"This is the political affairs of our country, and there is no need for the king of foreign tribes to intervene." Artoria said coldly, "You hate more than I imagined... Caesar, is your kingly way to show your majesty by humiliating the weak?"

"Wife? What is the weak? You don't even understand this." Caesar sneered, "The self-reliance and self-improvement are the strong, and the self-destruction and degenerate into the weak. After all, these wastes are all asking for their own faults... If they dare to stand up, who can humiliate them!"

"You are right, I'm disappointed with their performance today." Artoria nodded slightly, but the next moment, anger bloomed from her green eyes, "But this does not make you a reason for roaring in Whitehall, you do not make you a reason for oppressing our nobles, or you do not make you a reason for humiliating Brittany!"

"Why do you think I did this today!" Caesar looked at Artoria coldly, "Just just to help the little girl from the Orcart family stand up? Stop kidding, what is she? I deserve to bully the weak and bully those trash?"

——The real reason is never justice and justice. When you see injustice, you draw your sword in anger. Although such a thing exists, it is not such a decisive reason. Caesar was angry because of the girl named Artoria. She decided to devote her life to her country, but she was in return for the scrutiny of her subordinates, indifference and use... When she thought of this group of powerful people living leisurely and proudly and coldly in the kingdom that the girl had used her life to protect, her anger came up unconsciously.

Unfortunately, the girl named Artoria will never understand this painstaking effort and this anger.

"I don't know..." King Arthur shook his head firmly. "Now, please leave Whitehall, you are not welcome here."

Artoria's eyes swept across all the nobles present and said loudly: "Now, announce the final verdict!"

"I see who dares to execute it!" Caesar shouted loudly. His cold eyes swept over the members of the Olcart family, "You have the fate to accept it, be careful not to benefit from it! You dare to reach out to your hands and chop the whole family into meat paste!"

"Caesar!" King Arthur shouted, "Don't go too far!"

"I have done anything too much! Since I was eight years old, I have killed 47,642 people with my own hands in ten years, from the 98-year-old old man to the baby who was just three days old. Whoever wants to die will die!" A roaring voice rolled out, and a sharp light surged in Caesar's eyes, "If you don't believe it, just try it!"

"..." Artoria stared at Caesar, "Why did you do this?"

"You don't understand anything..." Caesar smiled helplessly, then gritted his teeth, "Then let me explain it to you today!"

He took a deep breath and glanced at the expressionless people: "Are you watching the fun here? Get out of here!"

Some of the shrunk nobles secretly glanced at King Arthur. They complained in their hearts, but they didn't expect that the Knight King, who had always been calm and serious, was even more angry. The eyes of the Saint Green's eyes were shot like the sharp sword, and the roar of anger was like the angry lion king: "Are you all deaf? Get out of this king!"

The aura of the two kings turned into boundless flames to compete with each other. The invisible waves of air roared wildly in the hall. No one could stop the edge of anger. People retreated silently and quickly outside the hall, leaving only the two kings indifferently.

"Caiser... no, Your Majesty the King." Artoria said coldly, "Now everyone is gone, just say something."

"Then I will say it straight... Artoria, your kingly way... No, everything you have insisted so far is wrong. Perhaps the wish to protect the country is correct, but your path is wrong." Caesar looked at the Knight King and said coldly, "Even for c.c, I cannot watch you bury your wrong ideals. I want to change you."

"So, you humiliated the nobles in Whitehall and made them unable to get out of Taiwan, just want to change me?" King Arthur sneered.

"I not only want to humiliate them, but also want to kill them all. If you still want to continue to protect your country, then the current order must be overturned, and your country is difficult to return. Only by cutting the mess with a quick knife can you..."

"Enough!" King Arthur gritted his teeth, "I want to protect the entire country, everyone..."

"Those who know the right and wrong, and deliberately exploit loopholes in the laws you have made, have clearly noticed the shortcomings of the laws. Instead of pointing them out, they use them to seek their own selfish interests..." Caesar stared at Artoria coldly, "and you have to protect them... This is your sacred law, and this is your absolute justice?"

Artoria stared at Caesar tightly and gritted her teeth and said, "Then you say, what should you do?"

"What else is there to say?" Caesar sneered, "Do you still need me to teach you such a simple truth if you let those clowns return all the interests that belong to Cecilia unconditionally?"

The Knight King shook his head: "If they are so easy to talk, will they still need me to have a headache?"

"Idiot!" Caesar laughed furiously, "Are your sword and army useless? Are you actually discussing things with your subordinates!?"

"You mean to let me suppress it with sword and force? Where is justice in this way?"

"Ministers who have two hearts as monarchs should die!" Caesar roared, "Go to your mother's justice! They even dare to take advantage of loopholes in the law, so what else can they dare not do! Such a guy is worthy of being a minister? A traitor! A traitor! If such a guy appears in the north, I will hang his whole family! From an old man to a little beast, no one can live!"

"I am different from you! I rule this country by absolute justice and justice!"

"Yes, you are different from me! So the orders of various departments in the North are prohibited, and I will follow the rules. And you, a group of incompetent waste, can fool you, and the bullshit nobles dare to use the so-called bullshit laws to oppose you... I tell you! The only function of the law is to assist the rule of the king. It is the king's tool rather than a shackle. One day this tool is not easy to use, and you can change it at any time!" Caesar's voice and expression were harsh. "As for you, the law you have formulated hinders the path of justice, and you are helpless, and you don't even have the courage to change it. You won't really think that the sword in your hand is used to protect your subjects!"

"Is there any other use of the king's sword besides protecting the subjects?" Artoria shouted excitedly.

"Then I will tell you that the sword in the king's hand, which is to defend against powerful enemies outside and slaughter the ministers inside, is the only function of killing. What extends out is the ending of protection... Can the sword be considered a sword without blood staining on it?" Caesarsen said suddenly, "Go. Take your sword in the stone to kill all the miscellaneous hairs of the Orcart family. Hang your head in front of the palace gate, and then summon the ministers to modify the loopholes in the law. As for the reason for killing those remaining dogs... Humph, can you not be punished for despising the Lord??"

"This is not the way to be a king, I can't do it." Artoria refused firmly.

"Ha. The way to be a king? Do you know what the most successful monarch is like? That is to make your subjects love and respect you, and they are grateful for your kindness and protection, and fear your authority and strength, so they support you wholeheartedly and abide by your laws..." Caesar said slowly. "If you can't do this, then it's better to make everyone afraid of you than to let them just love you! Because betraying the king they love is much easier than betraying the king they fear!"

King Arthur was so angry that he trembled all over: "Tyrant! This is a concept that only tyrants hold!"

"If this is a tyrant, then what if I am a tyrant!" Caesar roared, "I can at least make my subjects treated fairly and make them live happier, unlike you... You think you are righteous and always right, you think your kingly way can bring good fortune and take misfortune, but what did you choose when your justice conflicts with the law? In that case, who will comfort Cecilia who lost her parents and lost all her good memories, you gave the group of greedy nobles axioms, so who will give her justice to the lonely girl! Yes, the king must make decisions and sacrifices, but you sacrifice not only the happiness of a person, but you even abandon your own dignity! Are you worthy of being a king!"

"Dignity? Isn't this justified for the sake of the king's sacrifice for the sake of the country?"

"No, it seems you made a mistake at the beginning." Caesar said ruthlessly, "The subjects and the country gave everything to the king. The king responded to their loyalty and guided them to a future of happiness and prosperity. This process is irreversible... because the master of this country is only the king from beginning to end, because you are the king, not a public servant!"

After hearing this, Artoria surprisingly did not refute. She sighed slowly with a strange expression, as if she was paying homage to some things that had passed away. After a long time, she slowly said: "I thought we could be friends because we have some of the same things that can support each other and cut open the thorns of the future..."

"But we are all wrong." Caesar smiled slightly, "We... are two extremes. You, an incurable fool, can't you change your heart slightly for the sake of your precious friends?"

In an instant, a terrifying wave of air rose here. In the bitter wind, the two kingly robes flew steadily. King Arthur and King Thunder conducted the final question and answer in a peaceful way for the last time.

"I ask you, do you want justice or friends!"

"I ask you, do you want the country or the axioms!"

The two kings both used questions to strengthen their kingly ways, and the answer was destined before they could ask questions.

"I want justice." Artoria stared at Caesar, word by word.

"I want the country." Caesar's expression was solemn and firm.

"Okay, okay...this is Artoria's choice." Caesar suddenly smiled. He looked at the Knight King who was still angry in his eyes and said slowly with a strange smile, "Don't be angry, and there is no need for righteous indignation. Artoria, be your king, and devote yourself to your country, even if it is not grateful, and die for your people. Even if they do not understand, you do not need friends or worthy of friends, you do not need relatives or relatives, a guy like you only needs to live alone and die alone, and the only emotion is to regret the destruction of your country. Apart from that, there is no sadness or happiness..."

Caesar turned around and slowly left in Artoria's sight. His anger had completely subsided, leaving only a faint trace of sorrow and pity. The last sentence echoed in the Whitehall, flowing melodiously, endlessly.

"—Because, Artoria, you are... a puppet." (To be continued...)

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