Artoria the Big Liar

She was pressed to the ground, but she was chanting mantras.

I don't know magic, let alone arcane.

Knowing what the other person was thinking, I didn't hesitate at all, put my knee on the junior, and lifted my right hand vigorously——

With a "click", the white-haired elf's neck broke, as easily as breaking a pokey chocolate bar.

Although the spell was interrupted, the magic power of the curse was still clearly visible.Even I can see that she intends to sacrifice her own life, calling a mighty curse.Even if I don't die from the curse, the next period of time will definitely not be easy.

"Tsk, what a bunch of lunatics. The only person who can command these lunatics... is that one."

The residents of this strange belt are basically a bunch of extremely lazy guys.Unless it's something to watch, they'll be lazy if they can.Otherwise, this wouldn't be a Lost Belt.

These two guys are like robots, completely devoid of emotion, only purely mechanical thinking, not even afraid of death, and will use their own lives to curse the enemy when they are dying, obviously they have received special training.Such training must be very harsh and cruel. In the end, only one of ten people may survive, and their minds will be destroyed, and all their emotions will be lost-just like these two guys.

There was a sound of descending from the stairs.Isil came to me in loose pajamas.

She lowered her head and glanced, her eyes narrowed slightly, and an elusive worry flashed in her purple pupils.

"They are members of the Shadow Warfare." Ithil explained, "From the orders of the Eternal Queen, they usually disguise themselves as ordinary people, hide in all walks of life, and are mainly responsible for intelligence-related work. Generally they don't kill people, they only cooperate with the court Or the Overseers carry out arrest operations, the guardians of this kingdom in the shadows."

These two guys don't look like "guardians" at all.

But the dead are all dead, and the one who is still alive has also run away, so I didn't worry about this.

"It seems that the queen doesn't want Arturia to ring the six bells..."

"Who knows what will happen after the six bells are rung. If it weren't for His Majesty's direct order, even if I sacrificed my life, it would be impossible for her to leave the fortress of the dragon army, let alone complete her goal."

"So she had a conflict with you before?"

"It's more than a conflict. We killed many of her companions, and her companions also killed many of our people." Isir's voice was colder than the eyes of the two dead bodies on the ground. "Duty breeds violence, and violence breeds hatred. Hatred fuels the cycle, and at the end there is only anger."

"In that case, why didn't you recognize Arturia at first? I remember that when you asked me to go to the fortress of the dragon army, the reason was that I was a disaster, not that Artoria was the messenger of disaster. "

Isil didn't answer.However, feeling the awkward atmosphere, I think she simply forgot.

It was late at night, and she had important work to do, and Arturia had been hiding in the swamp for so long, it was normal for her not to notice it for a while—this is enough to show that, although Isil said it was serious , but the hatred between the Dragon Legion and the Fairy Artoria is not that great, they just perform their duties.

At this moment, the girl finally went downstairs.

"Arturia, what do you think?" I asked her.

I gave her the scabbard, which not only failed to strengthen her self-confidence, but deepened her fear.

However, she is not afraid of blood and corpses, which barely satisfies me.

"Speak up, don't be afraid. You are strong enough now," I reminded.

"...Because...cough...because!" She really did as I said. "Whether it is to capture me or kill me, you can ignore all the assessments and reviews, and designate three goblins to be promoted to become elves. This is the reward given by the Queen. There are very few opportunities for promotion every year, and it needs assessment, review, Excessive taxation is very rare. Many elves have been promoted by themselves, but their friends have been unable to be promoted for a long time, so they are willing to take risks."

"However, they are members of the Shadow Warband who obey the queen? How could it not be ordered by the queen?"

"During the previous attempts, the queen never sent anyone to stop me. She just announced my identity and reward, and then many goblins and elves came to stop me...including the elves of the Dragon Legion They. But they are based on their own responsibilities, and they are still different from those bounty hunters."

I frowned slightly.In the kingdom of Albion where I grew up, my mother was responsible for the dirty work.If the mother wants to hinder someone, she will definitely use various indirect means-the resurrected black knight, the green knight, and the various dangers experienced by the knights can find some links to the mother behind the scenes. clues.

Since Tonali is a fairy born from the residue of the goddess Morrigan in this world, and she has synchronized the information of Morgan in the pan-human history, there must be similarities in her personality.

Therefore, at least from my own rationality, the girl's guess is untenable.

Isir snorted coldly, stared at the girl, his purple pupils were full of hostility, and said coldly: "Your previous companions are disasters out of control, if you don't obey the containment, the dragon army can only take them wipe out."

"They're not disasters!" the girl retorted loudly, "They just... just got a mental illness and needed treatment, so they became like that! As long as they calm down, they're just ordinary goblins. The other goblins on this island are no different!"

"The Dragon Legion has its own criteria for judging. We think they are disasters, and they are disasters. All this is based on His Majesty's judgment. Or, have you forgotten, did His Majesty personally explain your identity?"

"The Dragon King said, I am not a messenger of disaster, so they are not disaster! You don't understand at all..."

"Okay ok, now is not the time to argue about this." I tried to stop the hate from spreading.

Hearing what I said, both the girl and Isil shut their mouths.

This situation gave me some headaches, I have never been involved in a team with such great contradictions.

In desperation, I had no choice but to look at the innkeeper who opened the window on the fourth floor and watched the play with a smile.

The long emerald green hair reflects the light of the stars under the starry night, the white skin is as thick as fat, and the tall and beautiful body seems to exist only in fantasy, and the beautiful characters of the elves can be seen at a glance at this moment.The so-called advanced and promoted versions of goblins, great miracles beyond magic, and a powerful race that can break free from the shackles of the Hearing Belt are not just talking.

"Miss Landlord, what should we do with these corpses?"

"Oh my, my... this is really difficult..." Looking at the frivolous smile and the even more frivolous voice, I knew that the landlady must have her own solution. "without【-

"It seems that you are not very afraid, landlady."

"I have a clear conscience. I usually abide by the law and obey the law. I pay excessive taxes every year. Now I am an elf. I am afraid of what the Shadow Warband will do? Only those with ghosts in their hearts are afraid!" The inconsistency in her words almost made me unable to complain. . "As for these corpses...the queen will deal with them, so don't worry about that. Anyway, they are the shadow battle group. Their souls have gone to the Holy Lance, and they will probably be revived soon, right?"

"...resurrection?" I froze for a moment before noticing this word.

"The elves who are considered useful by the queen will be resurrected. The essence of elves is the goblin who has accepted the materialization ceremony of the soul. The body is a part of the soul. As long as the two are recombined and refused in a certain way, it can be realized. The function of resurrection. Even if it really dies, the soul of the elf will grow a new body and be born from the holy spear. Unfortunately, the memory is stored in the body, and having a new body is equivalent to a new rebirth. "

It turned out to be like this.My understanding of elves is only what my father said at the beginning.

It now appears that Tona Riko has made many adjustments to this plan.And I got information about the third law and the Holy Grail from my father.Replace the existence of the pseudo holy gun with the holy grail, and use the taxes enshrined by fairies and elves as the foundation of the existence of the holy gun.The more elves, the stronger the civilization, and the stronger the holy gun. The holy gun in turn acts on the elves and civilization, forming a positive cycle.

At the same time, the concept of land is condensed. It seems that the place where the holy gun is located is the place where civilization is located, and the boundary radiated by the holy gun is the boundary of civilization.The dependence of races and countries on land is extremely reduced, and civilization can exist in an interstellar nomadic manner.

It's just that at this stage, the first "Ark spaceship" should be still being perfected, and it is a race against time, so there are too few elves to be promoted, and the elves who have made little contribution can only be discarded and turned into refugees.After breaking away from the shackles of the planet and wantonly transforming energy into magic power in the boundless universe, perhaps this elf race can build thousands of ark spaceships.

Divergent thinking always takes a lot of time, but everyone did not interrupt my divergence.So much so that I now have a feeling that the captain of the traveling team is not the girl, but me--that's right, the girl was forced to start the trip by me, and Isil is because of the order of her father And joined in.

"Thank you for your explanation, Miss Landlady... Can we continue to rest?"

"Go, go. Don't worry about the next thing, anyway, the worst thing is to become part of the land."

Hearing what the landlord said, the girl immediately grabbed my hand and dragged me into the room.

She looked me up and down, looking for wounds, or traces of cursed magic.

After searching for a long time, she still couldn't find it. Seeing that I was only smiling, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"... Mordred, is there really no way to return your armor?"

"Definitely not." Hearing what I said, hope was ignited in the girl's emerald green pupils.But it was quickly extinguished by me myself: "However, you have to be able to use the armor proficiently to take it out. After all, it is a dead thing without thinking. Where is the boundary between attack and surgery, you have to adjust it yourself."

Chapter 61: The First Wish

◆Mordred◆

We are lying in the same bed, but because of what happened today, we feel the same.

Or it is not far away, but there is an invisible wall separating us on both sides, preventing the communication of our hearts.

So silence became the main theme tonight, depressing to the point of suffocation.

I don't want to explain.After a long silence, the girl finally made a sound.

"...So, Mordred, did you figure this all out?"

"No. I just thought of it on the spur of the moment. If I have to say it is good, it can only be done by my father."

The girl fell into a brief silence again.She probably wants to ask what the father is planning?

But she still didn't ask after all.Because in her heart, she still regards her father as the ultimate threat.

So, she asked another direction: "In the end, can I only go this way?"

"Walking on this road will be much easier, right?" I paused, and then said, "At least it's much easier than the previous road, right? If one day I don't want to go on it, it's much better than hiding in the swamp before." ——No friends, no one who can talk, every day is a boring life, even if you are a goblin, it will be difficult to persevere, right?"

At the edge of my view, I see her biting her lip.

The emerald green pupils were foggy, and the clean expression was polluted by negative emotions.

After a long silence, she took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and asked me, "I don't understand why."

"Why?" I was a little confused.

"Why do you treat me like this? I still remember that the first time Mordred looked at me, it was not like this. It was very serious and respectful, like looking up at the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain - Modred De, at that time, in your eyes, whose phantom am I?"

The answer is on the horizon, but I don't want to answer it.Once that was said, our relationship would have been different.

Recalling the scene at that time now, I actually said it, but my voice was very low, and she couldn't hear it clearly.In addition, she was very panicked at the time, and the memory could not be fully recorded under the interference of emotions, so she just forgot.

I smiled, turned my body on her side, and smiled into her eyes.

Very cute, very beautiful, after all, she has the same appearance as her father and Saber, definitely not bad.

"At that time, I recognized the wrong person...is this a normal thing?"

"But Mordred is not an ordinary person. This is not normal. At that time, Mordred had just entered a dream."

"Then... Arturia, you already have a guess in your heart, right?"

"My guess... it's just my guess, and it's very likely to be wrong."

She is very insecure, she dare not make judgments.Because of past failures, because of my own timidity.

This is her most vulnerable moment, and the moment she is most easily manipulated.

Our relationship should not be manipulative.But for the sake of her mental state, I had to do something.

"Then why do you still instinctively regard this speculation as right? And if I say that your guess is wrong, do you still think so in your heart? You may even think that I am deliberately covering up something, that I have other purposes , gradually began to disbelieve me, until one day I did something stupid. Then either I was forgiven, or I just left-this kind of future is completely predictable, isn't it?"

"Mordred, I... am not such a goblin..." Sure enough, she panicked.

The father's grasp of people's hearts is indeed very strong.The previous teaching in a few words can have such a great power.

I smiled, stroked her hair, looked into her pupils.

"Then why bother with this issue? I have given you the scabbard, how can I prove my intentions? Did I just wait until the assassin finished reciting the spell, and I was cursed, and then you came to purify the curse, Proving that you are really useful, is it finally satisfying?"

"I'm not! I'm not! I..."

At this moment, I greeted him.

Stop her from speaking, pass her thoughts over, and dissolve each other's spirits together.

Forget breathing, forget thinking, forget mission and responsibility, we embrace each other.

Her hanging heart was held in the palm of my hand and slowly fell.

Fear and doubt are completely dissolved, and anxiety and worry are punctured and disappear like bubbles in the air.

Although nothing can be proved, the most critical step has indeed been taken between us.

After a long time, I let go of her, my arm still on her waist.

"Father once said to my mother and Mei Lin in my world. If you feel owed, then make up for it in the future. You are doing the same now... this armor, you take it away. If I get hurt, it will be up to you You come to treat me, and if I am in danger, you will provide support."

Saying that, I gently touched her forehead.

Perhaps it was a matter of course, her cheeks were not flushed, only relieved and relaxed.

However, I have assumed corresponding responsibilities on my shoulders. Whether I can go on with these narratives on my shoulders has become a test for me on this journey-if I can go on, I will definitely be able to.

"Okay, it's getting late, it's time to rest." I said. "If you are still struggling, go ask the Merlin of your world. Although that guy is useless, at least he is someone you can communicate with. If he doesn't want to answer, then use your strength to beat him until he is willing to speak out .”

"Um……"

She leaned against me, leaned on me, and closed her eyes.

After she relaxed, she soon fell into a dream and began to learn magic.

And I also closed my eyes, hugged her waist, felt her body temperature, and soon fell asleep.

Then, open your eyes again.She has woken up, but has not left.

We looked at each other, smiled at each other, leaned close to each other, and said what we would say every day——

"Good morning, Arturia."

"Good morning... Mordred..."

She is very happy, the knot in her heart has been untied, and the fear and anxiety no longer exist in the emerald green eyes.

Obviously, that fellow Merlin is not that useless.

"What did Merlin say?" I asked.

"...he said Mordred would be very angry if I didn't take it."