Artoria the Big Liar

Then, the room returned to silence.

Mordred didn't speak, and sat on the edge of the bed, acting very quietly.

I lay on the bed, not knowing what to say, and I was equally quiet.

Amidst the hum of the air conditioner, time passed slowly.

Finally, I thought of a topic to break the silence.

"Mordred, is there anything you want to do this afternoon?"

"... Is there something wrong with the father?"

"I want to see if there are any rented houses near the school. Misaki Town is a small city in the Sendai metropolitan area with a total population of less than 20. It was a super big city in our era, but it is just an ordinary small town in this era. If you are in a small town, the rent is cheaper, but it is not easy to find a house that suits your needs. It is also very difficult to communicate with the landlord about what can and cannot be done, what things need to be informed in advance, etc. There may be omissions. Mordred must live with me, right? So when looking for a house to rent, your thoughts are also very important."

"...Does my father really want to go to school here?"

Mordred's question made me a little embarrassed.

The existence of Arturia looks like she is fifteen or sixteen years old, but she is actually 30 years old.

Now, the fabled King Arthur is leaving Avalon, not on a grand mission to save the world, or to re-establish a great nation, but to spend time in high school with a group of teenagers, and it's almost as good as Greasy middle-aged people are like playing house with children in the park. In addition to embarrassment, it is still embarrassment, which makes me very uncomfortable.

"At my age, it's okay to be a teacher, and it's true to be a student... But since our identities have been set up like this, let's follow the existing script. We were sent here by the power of prophecy, indicating that the school The high probability is very unusual, and there are probably many students like me in it—in short, let’s take a step and see.”

"A script...that's why my father became King Arthur..."

Mordred said this in a very soft tone, so soft that I could hardly hear it, thinking I had heard it wrong.

I froze for a moment, and then tried to ask——

"Mordred? What did you say?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Father..." Realizing that he had accidentally spoken out his heart, Mordred's speech became high and hasty: "That... Father wants to see the house, right? Then Let's go to see the house together! I also want to see what the architecture of this era has evolved into. Is it as good as Camelot! After 500 years, what the world has become, I am really looking forward to it !"

Yes, you are really looking forward to it. When you walk on the road without even looking at the road, you are really looking forward to it.

I rolled my eyes at Mordred.The child started scratching the back of his head with his hands, looking guilty.

However, to be honest, the houses that can be rented in this era are definitely not as good as Camelot.

Not to mention the useable area that is many times worse, and the fact that there are no servants alone is beyond comparison in modern society.Just three meals a day has to be solved by oneself, and the clothes that are changed every day have to be cleaned separately.There is no free courtyard yet, and all kinds of activities must be done on the road of the community or in nearby parks.And there are people everywhere. If you want to find a clean place, you have to drive to the outer suburbs. Finding a place where you can camp is tens or hundreds of kilometers. No matter how troublesome you think.

Suddenly, I remembered that since it is a long-term leased house, the opinions of Mordred and I are not enough.If Morgan comes here, can't she find another house to rent temporarily outside, right?

"...By the way, Mordred, do you have a connection with Morgan?"

"Sensation? Father means...?"

"Magic induction. Didn't Morgan worry about you at the beginning and cast a magic spell on you? No matter where you are, she can sense it, which allows her to find you at any time. Is this magic induction still there?"

"It's gone. After I became a knight of the round table, my mother canceled the telepathic connection."

Probably because Morgan felt that Mordred was already capable of being alone?

I don't know much about Morgan and Mordred, things between them have never been told to me.

It's just the fact that I'm a little discouraged.Even though I have come to the modern age, and I am in a comfortable air-conditioned room, but somehow I miss Britain and my time in Avalon—it’s not really a nostalgia, but I’m more used to having many familiar people around me. the feeling that I have a lot to do.

"I don't know where Morgan and Merlin are... Merlin is okay, she can see through the 'now', no matter what era she is, she won't be too boring, there are all kinds of ready-made stories to peek at. Morgan can't say for sure It's gone... Besides, she should be the one who is saddest when I leave Avalon... I don't know if she has come out of the sadness now..."

It must be hard to get out, right?

But, even if she can't get out, she will live forever, right?

And as long as I don't wake up, she won't sleep, just waiting for me, just to witness my wake up.

After all, unlike other Morgans.She seems to love me more than Britannia—even though my knights are evaluated as "unintelligible", even if she never confides her heart to me, I can clearly feel this.

I am immersed in speculation and memory.However, Mordred's voice interrupted this memory.

"Hmm...Father, are you saying that mother and that temptress didn't come to the modern age when they opened their eyes like us, but lived fifteen hundred years according to the normal passage of time?"

"I don't know, it's hard to say... I always feel that this world is not our world."

Even after living King Arthur's life, I'm not really King Arthur.

There is only one King Arthur, and it can only be the noble knight king who is loved by everyone.All other King Arthurs are nothing more than a certain aspect of her, or the evolution based on legends and history, or the possibility arising from the divergence of paths.

I don't belong to any of the above categories, so I always feel that I am just an actor playing King Arthur.Since he is an actor, it is still false after all—like a dream mixed with pain and beauty, after all, it is just a dream, and there will be a day when he wakes up—or he will sleep forever in the dream and return to nothingness. Eternal peace.

After a long time, I, who had closed my eyes, heard Mordred's voice again.

"My mother seems to have told me... is it a parallel world?"

"Neither you nor I have studied magic. Whether it is a parallel world or what Merlin and Morgan said would be more accurate. But they are not here, and it would be better to wait for them to give a specific statement. Our guess here is meaningless."

"Is that so..."

"Let's rest for a while. It's summer now, and it would be better to take a nap at noon."

"Well, father."

Mordred took off his shoes and lay down on the bed in a T-shirt and trousers like me.

Close your eyes, memories of the past appear in your mind, your mind feels tired, your stomach feels full, the air is neither hot nor cold, but just right 26 degrees Celsius...

But I can't sleep.

Can't sleep at all.

It's like sleeping for too long before, like drinking a cup of coffee suddenly, and I don't feel sleepy at all.

Opening his eyes, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall, less than 5 minutes had passed.

The time is unexpectedly long—it’s like time is no longer flowing water here, but a viscous jelly. Discomfort, the hum of the air conditioner, the sound of cars outside from time to time, occasionally wondering if Mordred is asleep...

The time is simply too long.The mind is very sleepy, but the body is still unable to fall asleep.

I glanced at Mordred on the other side again.

She closed her eyes, her breathing was steady, but her hands kept clenched into fists, shaking occasionally—either she wasn't sleeping at all, or she had already fallen into a nightmare.

Only 5 minutes had passed, and she couldn't have fallen asleep so quickly.

"Are you still awake, Mordred?"

I kept my voice as low as possible.If she is really dreaming, she cannot hear my words.

However, Mordred opened his eyes.She didn't look at me, but stared up at the ceiling.

"Hmm... I can't sleep for a while."

"Then lie down for a while. It's good to recover some energy."

So, I looked away from Mordred's face, and looked at the ceiling too.

Almost immediately, I felt Mordred looking at me—she didn't want to meet my eyes at all.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed from quiet to dull.

"Mordred, are you all right?"

"It was cured in Avalon. It's all right now, father."

"Well... that's good..."

"...Where is the father?"

"what?"

"Father's injury...how is it?"

"Of course I recovered. I just don't know if some old diseases and injuries have recovered."

"Old injury?"

"Well. The more serious ones are rhinitis and rheumatism. Because of rhinitis, I may have difficulty breathing when I sleep, which will reduce the quality of sleep. But the sound is not loud, just a slight snoring, and generally it will not affect others. Rheumatism If it is raining, the joints may be more painful, especially in autumn and winter. It was nothing at first, but it has become more serious in the past two years. It rains often in Britain, and sometimes I need to hold something to stand up. I also have old injuries , the air is so humid that it becomes foggy, sometimes it hurts, and it also makes it difficult to breathe... There must be many such old problems."

Mordred said nothing.

After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice——

"... I haven't heard my father say anything about these things."

"It's okay to say now. But at that time, I was the king. How could the king reveal his weaknesses easily? And these are very troublesome old diseases, which can't be cured in a short while. Originally, I wanted to find someone Time will let Merlin cure it, but this kind of chronic disease cannot be dealt with by Merlin's healing magic, and it must be rested for a long time... I can't spare time, that's it."

"Even Merlin...?"

"Sir Bedivere lost an arm, isn't Merlin also able to regenerate his arm? After all, Merlin is just a magician. The so-called magic can only achieve what human technology can achieve. The medical skills of that era were very Underdeveloped, healing magic can only speed up the healing of wounds at best, and special magic is needed to deal with diseases, plagues, and disabilities."

"Then, now father...?"

"It's summer now, the air is dry and hot, and I don't feel uncomfortable for the time being."

Then, Mordred didn't respond.

I looked at the time, it was almost 10 minutes since I lay down, and neither Mordred nor I could fall asleep, so I got up from the bed.

"Okay, it's almost time. Go and see the house."

Mordred stood up too.

She hesitated for a while before asking——

"That... father, ['

"There is still a lot of money in the bank account. Even if you don't deliberately save it, it can be used for a long time."

"Uh...bank? Account?"

I smiled slightly.Even though she was already as tall as me, I reached out and touched her head lightly.

Then, speaking to her in a gentle tone never before——

"You, there are still many things to learn! But...you just study hard first, and don't worry too much about other things. I have everything! Your father and I are all-around players. Study, make money, or I have a way to solve anything! Mordred, you should adapt to this era first, and be a high school student honestly!"

However, there was no smile on Mordred's face.

She just froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

After that, whether she was on the bus, on the way to see the house, or on the road, she didn't say a word.

It was as if, with a suffocated mouth in his heart and unable to breathe out, there was an unquenchable flame burning in his chest.

Because, from the beginning to the end, she clenched her fists tightly, and sometimes her whole arm trembled.

Fortunately, there was no murderous look, and the conversation was not disrupted. Finally, the rental contract was successfully signed.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

After writing our names on the blackboard and introducing ourselves to the whole class, Mordred and I went to the empty seats in the last row.If there is no accident, Mordred and I will live in this ordinary high school for three years.At that time, they may continue to live the lives of ordinary people, or they may be sent elsewhere by the power of prophecy—of course, if there are really no "accidents".

Mordred and I still have the core of the dragon, and we can cast magic power.Based on this alone, it is impossible for accidents not to happen.

In the setting of the script, Mordred and I are Japanese-English mixed.His father is Japanese, and his name is Biandu Qizheng.The mother was English, named Anna Llewellyn.My parents died in a car accident, so we, as twins, came to Japan to receive our high school education as originally planned.

No matter how awkward this setting looks, it always gives me a strange sense of déjà vu.

Sure enough, after the first "Japanese History" course ended today, I was surrounded by curious students.

Probably because of the clothes, all the girls around me.The boys gathered elsewhere in small groups, pointing at me.The girls, as usual, bombarded me with questions one after another.

"Did Bian Du grow up in England before? That's amazing! English must be very good!"

"Yes. I was born in Britain and grew up in Britain. Except for certain periods, I hardly ever go back to Japan."

"Student Biandu's Japanese is of a good standard! You don't have an accent at all, how did you do that?"

"My father is a relatively traditional Japanese, and he has never interrupted his Japanese education. I have benefited a lot from this."

"Is Bian Du a British aristocrat? Could it be a member of the royal family? It feels very elegant!"

"My mother's ancestors were related to the Duke of Cornwall at that time, but they can't be called nobles now. My father's ancestors were separated from the Shinyama clan on behalf of the Sendai feudal clan. Although the family was in decline, they never dared to forget Masamune's "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness." '. In terms of etiquette, it is more the influence of my classmates in elementary school and junior high school. I am not a person of noble blood, but it is caused by the environment."

"Why is student Bian Du enrolling now? There are still a few days until summer vacation?"