My Heroic Life

Perhaps scholars of heroic spirits can say something about this matter, but for Yin Lan and the other Knights of the Round Table, this is really incredible.

As we all know, Altria’s body stopped growing when she drew the sword in the stone, and stayed forever at noon when she was fifteen years old. Sometimes Yin Lan would think of how she was when she grew up. The holy gun, she is indeed a beautiful lady with long breasts and thighs.

But at least for now, Altria is still a small girl, so the question is, with this kind of body, how does this small body stuff so much food?

Just like now, half a pot of food and double-digit compressed biscuits are stuffed into her stomach. Not only did she have no discomfort, she even squinted her eyes contentedly, her cheeks were completely relaxed, even the dull hair on top of her head. They all shake.

Perhaps because of the relationship that has been together since childhood, Altria has never pretended to be a lady in front of Yin Lan when she ate. She has always eaten as much as she can and how she wants to eat, so she can truly avoid medical treatment when she is sick. Don't avoid cooking.

But as a chef, it's just a compliment to see that what you have made is eaten up.

Yin Lan fell on the sitting tree trunk, enjoying the rare peace after dinner.

The past few days have been too tense, monsters and giants, enemies are endless, coupled with the crisis in Britain, the nerves of the two have been tense for many reasons, and now they finally have a chance to relax.

The trees in the back of her head were a bit hard, Yin Lan adjusted her position uncomfortably, and then looked at the stars in the sky.

Tomorrow is probably the time for parting.

After all, this short journey of the two has come to an end. When the sun rises tomorrow morning, Altria may no longer be the girl he is familiar with these days. She will once again become the invincible king. , Leading the British army towards Camelot.

And Yin Lan needs to stay and stop her former good student, at least not allow her to participate in the frontal battlefield. By the way, to understand her purpose of participating in this farce, besides her hatred for Altria, she seems to still have Other motives.

After all, Yin Lan can’t remember what has ignited her many years of jealousy recently. Morgan’s pride shouldn’t allow her to join forces with Votigeng for this, but she did so, so maybe there is something in her heart. More important things have prompted this behavior, so important that it even surpasses one's own dignity.

I hope it’s not a major event of the sky. Although the situation so far is bad, it is still within the controllable range, but if there are any unimaginable moths, Yin Lan, who has been planning for the final battle for many years, will have a headache. .

After sensible thinking, it was a perceptual catharsis, perhaps because of the dark night, or perhaps because of the stars. Yin Lan, who was thinking about what would happen next, finally fell into sentimental.

Goodbye, if it were many years ago, I would have felt relaxed, but now I only have a heart-ache like reluctance to give up.

Yin Lan looked at the starry sky in a daze, while Altria, who was not far away, looked at him.

With the warm light shining on the man's profile, the girl gradually calmed down as she watched the familiar person.

At this moment, she made a choice. The hesitation was not a girl's style, and the relationship between the two was not fragile enough to withstand the waves. After Altria thought about it, she decided to attack.

"Lan."

"Ok?"

"Although I have never wanted to take the initiative to bring it up, there is a connection between you and Morgan that I don't know?"

"..."

"No answer."

Yin Lan, who was surprised by Altria's sudden opening remarks, turned her head and saw the girl's calm face.

"Lan, I know you don't want to mention these things, so I won't force you. I just want to ask, are the things you concealed harmful to Britain?"

"Not you, but Britain?"

"Not bad."

The young girl sat in a dreadful manner, showing her uncompromising attitude on this point, and Yin Lan, who saw Altria like this, also sat up and said with a serious face:

"Lily, believe me, what I am concealing is harmless to you or to Britain, because..."

"Really, that's all right."

"Hey?"

"No need to explain, no need to say more."

Altria's emerald eyes were narrowed, and the corners of her mouth were hooked, showing a smile.

"I believe you."

"..."

Yin Lan looked at the girl with a faint smile on her face, and was a little speechless for a while. Such simple trust is sometimes more moving than any sweet words.

But Altria gradually became uncomfortable in Yin Lan's gaze, her cheeks in the flames became more and more rosy, and she felt a little shy about what she had just said.

"Ming, I have to find a way to rush back tomorrow, and have a good rest tonight, Lan, good night!"

The girl hurriedly walked to the tree trunk that had been cleaned before and lay down on the grounds of rest, while Yin Lan looked at such a girl with a wry smile.

"OK, good night."

———

On a quiet summer night with only the sound of cicadas, and the evening breeze was so cool, Mordred took off his heavy armor and leaned against the branch of the old tree with a weed in his mouth.

She stared at the sky blankly, as if thinking about some problem, her eyelids were slightly depressed, and the refreshing wind could not dispel the confusion of the rebellious knight.

And in the camp not far from her, the green knights who had resumed action were coming in and out, arranging a comfortable resting place for their queen.

In the center of the entire camp, Morgan was reading obscure ancient books with the help of the light elves. The gold glasses on the bridge of her nose reduced her a bit of coquettishness and added some intellectual aura.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the seemingly serious girl has actually never turned the page at all, and her eyes are not focused on the rare ancient books in her hands, but are as godless as Mordred.

To be closed tomorrow.

The last act of the play is about to take place, and the legend of King Arthur is about to end. However, to Morgan's surprise, there does not seem to be much joy in her heart.

Yes, even if you kill Arthur, you are just venting your resentment. What you have lost will never come back. Revenge can calm your jealousy, but it can't bring joy.

But so what?

It is Morgan's rule that grievances must be reported, not to mention the grievances accumulated over the years, and it is not against Arthur. Another more important goal has been achieved. This is enough.

The Great Enchantment has been destroyed, he should have been liberated too.

The rest is just treated as a side show after completing the goal, at least, the man's kindness has been paid off.

Like grievances must be repaid, Morgan also repays grievances.

Years of companionship and teaching when he was a child, and the care and warmth in those years like the long dark night, have always made Morgan unforgettable.

Although he also left Morgan afterwards and walked to the side of Arthur who seemed to be the center of the world, Morgan had resentment towards him, but it was difficult for him to resent him.

What was once beautiful is also beautiful, isn’t it?

At least for Morgan, who has never received love, that is a treasure in his heart.

"...That's it."