Shirou nodded and handed the serum to Jeanne d'Arc. "Ruler, I'll leave the rest to you. Get it to my Master quickly."
Jeanne d'Arc took the serum and ran toward Thousand Tree Castle.
This left Sisigou and Mordred stunned.
"You're giving that serum to your Master? Didn't we agree to use it during the final battle?" Mordred's eyes widened. "Assassin, you schemed against us again, didn't you?"
"Well, all's fair in war. My Master had a poisoned heart transplanted into her, and she's already held on for a long time. I'm worried she won't be able to keep going, so I told Ruler to give the serum to her as soon as she received it.
If you knew how urgent things were, you'd definitely try to shake me down, wouldn't you? At least it wouldn't have gone as smoothly as it did now. Besides, I didn't deceive you. With this much serum, using a little should be enough to cure the poison. There'll definitely still be enough left for the final battle."
"Tch—" Mordred turned his head away in displeasure. "When all's said and done, it was still a scheme."
Shirou clapped his hands awkwardly. "All right, all right. Let's say I did scheme against you. But you got the appropriate reward too, didn't you? For example, the chance to return to the moment when the king was chosen."
Mordred held his breath and nodded. "Then come on, Assassin."
Chapter 68: Mordred
A gentle breeze blew by, making the grass lean slightly. A small town lay in the distance.
There were not many people there. It was merely an ordinary town.
Everyone should have been working at this hour, with few people wandering about. Just like any other day, they lived unhurried lives, without too many worries or troubles.
But