My Knights of the Round Table

Compared with Lungominiad, the sword in the stone that Meili mass-produces with the Holy Sword of the Star as a template is like a sword made by the best blacksmith in the country with all his life's painstaking efforts and a rough wooden sword carved by a child on the side of the road. the difference.

But seeing the familiar Sword in the Stone, Arthur also knew what he should do.

unplug it.

Arthur walked to the sword in the stone and just put his hand on it.

"dad?"

The girl's pure and slightly confused voice sounded directly behind him without warning.

Arthur was stunned.

His hand was on the hilt of the sword in the stone, but he didn't pull it out.My mind was full of thoughts about what I had just heard.

dad?

He didn't want his daughter to think of this, did he?

Could it be that being nagged by the woman at home every day for wanting to have a child, I have a subconscious desire to have a child.

But also right?

And before he had scanned all around him, there were no living things in this world, not even ants, so how could a little girl named 'Daddy' suddenly appear behind him?

Just when he thought he was hallucinating and was about to continue drawing his sword, the girl's voice sounded behind him again.

"dad."

This time there was less hesitation, and the tone was much higher.

Hearing the girl's voice again, Arthur no longer hesitated to give up the action of drawing the sword, and turned around.

A little girl with blond hair is standing behind him.

I do not know when it appeared.

The distance between the two is not too far, almost the distance that he can hug her in two steps.

The little girl is about [-] meters tall, her petite body looks like it is still in the stage of development, her eyes are the unique pale color of the Pendragon family, she looks somewhat similar to him, and the thing that makes him feel the most kind is the top of her head. The stubborn hair on the bed.

Under the dull hair is soft golden long hair, the length of the long hair is extremely long, covering her petite body and reaching her ankles.

Looking at him with beautiful pale eyes, her expressionless face was somewhat similar to Morgan's black-haired daughter, looking at him with an irrepressible look of confusion.

"dad."

After seeing him turn around and look at him for a while, her voice was much firmer this time.

"Are you calling me?"

"Well, Dad!" The little girl nodded, and looked at him expressionlessly with her two hands open, "Daddy! Hug."

Arthur took two steps forward and hugged her in his arms.

The little girl's body was petite and soft, and she was easily held in his arms.

At the same time, Arthur felt a strangely familiar feeling—as if he was holding his own sword.

It’s not that the hand feel is similar, the little girl’s body is very soft and there is no difference between the young human girl, even the soft hand feels much better, it’s just that he somehow has a feeling of holding the familiar Star Sword mentally. Feel.

That's stupid intuition.

Chapter 388 Chapter 84 I don't have a mother

"who are you?"

Arthur put his arms around the little girl's thighs and held her in his arms, stood up and asked softly.

"I am, daughter, father's daughter."

The little girl put her arms around Arthur's neck, thought for a while and said.

Of course I know you are my daughter.

No, of course I know that you say you are my daughter, what I want to know is why you say you are my daughter.

Listening to her answer, Arthur had a headache.

After thinking about it, he still asked patiently as much as possible in a way that the little girl could understand.

"Then who is your mother?"

"Mother?"

The little girl looked up at him. Hearing this, she tilted her little head in doubt. With the expressionless face and expression on it, it gave people an inexplicable sense of cuteness.

"Well, that is, who did daddy be with before you were born?" Arthur racked his brains to come up with an explanation.

"Is that mother?" The little girl looked at him half understanding.

"Well, that's mom!"

Arthur looked at the little girl expectantly.

"I don't have a mother."

The little girl shook her head decisively.

Arthur fell silent.

After thinking about it carefully, this should simply be a dream when he was healing himself, or simply a dream when he was too tired.

The little girl in front of her who claimed to be his daughter was a fake.

Arthur smiled to himself.

"I'm not fake!"

The little girl looked at him expressionlessly, her tone was still flat but Arthur could feel that she was angry.

Arthur was taken aback.

Are the current dreams so realistic, can you dream of a dummy connected to your own brain?

"I said, I'm not fake."

The little girl lowered her head, her two little hands hugged his neck tightly, Arthur could already feel her unhappiness in her plain tone.

Only then did Arthur notice something strange in his mind.

It seems that it's not that the simple little girl can read his inner thoughts, but that he and the little girl are so closely connected that both he and she can feel what the other is thinking and feeling.

It's like having a telepathic twin.

It's just that the little girl is too innocent, without any change or inner thinking, she can say whatever she thinks, and the things in her mind are pitifully few or even never thought about, so he didn't feel the other party's thoughts, and he These few words made her unhappy, so he vaguely felt something strange.

"Okay, okay, no, it's just... what's your name?"

Arthur quickly changed the subject.

The little girl was very innocent, she raised her head and looked at him upon hearing this.

The unhappiness that Arthur felt belonged to the little girl disappeared.

"They call me the Holy Sword of Stars, the white-haired woman next to my father calls me the Sword of Oath of Victory, and..."

The little girl fell into a difficult thought, as if wondering if there was any name she forgot to say.

The sword of oath victory?

Looking at the little girl in his arms who was lost in thought, Arthur felt a turmoil in his heart.

Surprised, more fortunate, and of course a little bit disappointed.

Surprised that his holy sword also gave birth to self-awareness, and it was such a little girl who was completely different from Rungomignard.

Fortunately, fortunately, the consciousness of my holy sword is a simple little girl.

If she was anything like Rungomigniad, who wanted to turn against customers, then Arthur would have a headache.

Disappointed and at the same time the consciousness of her holy sword is a simple little girl...

"Why are you showing up now?"

"Papa is too poor!"

Hearing this, the little girl raised her head and looked at him expressionlessly.

Arthur could feel her displeasure.

"poverty?"

"Dad's magic power is too little. I was half asleep and half awake before, and I couldn't find Dad at all."

"Then now...?"

Arthur still couldn't understand.

Leaving aside the fact that some people will say that he has less magic power because he has a red dragon heart and a holy sword.

I didn't experience any adventures, at most, it was expanded by the Holy Grail for a few seconds, but it was also a period of time to slap the face and pretend to be fat. At the end of that period, he returned to the original form and even became worse because of Athena's sneak attack.

Could it be that there is no breaking and no building, breaking and then building, and then becoming stronger?

Arthur just felt baffled.

Then there is also the reason to expand the magic circuit and make it stronger. It is impossible to do this from the perspective of future science and medicine, or from the perspective of a magician.

This is not a completely made-up fairy-tale novel. The meridian violates all the laws of the human body. It gets bigger and bigger and is always full of elasticity.

Naturally, everything in the human body has its limits and laws.

Both the magic circuit and the diameter, elasticity, and blood flow of blood vessels have limits.

This is also the conditional basis that determines the strength of a magician, and even the physical gap between ordinary people.

Of course, the gap between ordinary people is not obvious, and most of them are attributed to other places, not too closely related to blood vessels.

But a magician, except for the brain, everything depends entirely on the quality and quantity of the magic circuit.