Artoria the Big Liar

"The evidence is already in front of you. The attitude of the great knight is more powerful than any evidence." However, I quickly realized what Bagster really wanted to ask, so a confident smile rose from the corner of my mouth, and I answered The question in her heart: "Then, you are welcome to join, Bagster. You can tell me anything in the future. If you don't want to tell me, you can pass it to me through Artoria."

"I understand...it's just..." Bagster's eyes moved down and landed on the hand that the girl and I were holding each other.

"It will be troublesome to explain, involving past and future, karma and fate, love and hatred, devotion and curse." I casually used inscrutable terms to fool Bagster, "You just need to know that Alto and I Liya's relationship has been established. My heart for her is true. I will do my best to protect her. The father has existed for so long, and there has never been a scandal. As her heir, I will never Not frivolous."

"...Maybe it's really fate. I can't think of anything other than fate to be able to stray into that swamp as a traveler." Saying this, Bagster stretched out his right hand , Said: "Bagster, a lost dog. My status is low, and I cannot swear allegiance to you, the Dragon Prince, as a knight. It is my honor to be your companion and witness that you protect Artoria. glory."

My right hand let go of the girl's hand, and Ba【'$

Bagster's body was amazing in every way, and her hands were so large that it was uncomfortable to shake her hand.

Fortunately, it was just a courtesy handshake, and she quickly released it, allowing me to regain the girl's slender hand.

"My plan will insult your dignity, I hope you can forgive me. Artoria's situation is special, I have to do this. Therefore, I, Mordred, the Dragon Prince, the successor of the Dragon King, hereby make a Promise, when Artoria's mission is completed, you will definitely get the knighthood. As for becoming an elf or choosing another path, it depends on your own choice."

"I have no problem with that," Bagster replied.

"Then... welcome to join us, Bagster."

After saying this, I noticed from the corner of my eye that the girl was very happy, Isil was uncertain, and the landlady only had eyes full of curiosity.I didn't expect that such a small team would have something that needs to be handled carefully. It seems that the next team candidates must be carefully considered.

But that's for the future.And according to the flow of the general story, everyone doesn't trust each other at the beginning, and only after some incidents will the psychological defense be untied.It might not be so troublesome then...

Chapter 64: Black Flame King

◆Artoria◆

"Artoria, have you decided to support that person?"

"She is your sister, and she has no malice towards you, she just fulfilled her mission."

"I know that she is the 'savior' sent by Paradise. But it is tantamount to saying that she is the scourge of this country. Whether emotional or rational, she is our enemy."

"Our enemy is the Master of Pan-Human History. You should know that."

"...Is this a difference between us?"

"Tonarico, when you handed over the position of the King of the Lost Belt to me, you should have thought that one day our positions would be inconsistent. Now, this day has come. My side will Prioritize the Master of Pan-Human History. You prioritize your sister... So, what should we do now? What is your decision?"

Tona Riko bit her lip, lowered her head, lowered her eyelids, both thinking and feeling.

She is very similar to her sister, the same timid, the same autistic.When someone who can be relied on appeared, he entrusted most of his authority to himself, and he didn't even want his own identity.So, I replaced her as the king of the Lost Belt, and Mordred replaced her sister as the savior of the goblins.

However, I am a family man after all, and I am under different pressures than Mordred.Even with such a relationship in the Lost Belt, I couldn't and shouldn't be attracted to her.As a result, there are only pure political interests left between us, each performing its own duties and maintaining the existence of this country and this Lost Belt.

Girls' hearts are always filled with all kinds of fantasies.After synchronizing with Morgan of Panhuman History, this fantasy intensified.She always has more expectations of me, always thinking that the plan can be perfectly completed, and all the goblins and elves in Britain can break free from the shackles of the spirit sub-fixation belt and live freely in the universe.

I taught her all about politics, and now that part of me I never taught her, she gets stuck in negativity—even Guinevere, to be honest, does a lot better than she does.

"Tona Riko...let's separate."

In an instant, Tona Riko opened her eyes wide, staring at me in fear and disbelief.

As if feeling like a domestic cat that was about to be abandoned, mist gathered in those light blue eyes.

She opened her mouth, but was so shocked by my words that she couldn't even speak.She wanted to raise her hand, but her body was completely frozen, her right hand only trembled slightly, and there was no other action.

"Since our goals have become inconsistent and our responsibilities have also diverged, forcibly continuing to be together will only bring more conflicts and differences. Mordred is my child and the most important existence in my life , its meaning is much greater than that of Bawanxi to you. Since she chose your sister, I have no other choice but to support her. It is my greatest blessing that she can go to the end of the journey safely and soundly. expectations."

"Artoria, it's not impossible to solve this matter..."

"Tonarico." I interrupted her, talking to her in a distant tone for the first time since I woke up 2000 years ago. "I know what you said. But Mordred is different. I have done unforgivable things to Mordred once, and twice, and I owe her too much, even if I sacrifice my life Repayment. So, I will not compromise on anything concerning Mordred. In fact, Mordred would not have entered the dream if it were not for fear that I would fall into a dream and not be able to wake up."

These are true words.These are facts that have already happened.

But Tonali couldn't believe it, because she had never experienced such grief.

However, my words made her understand the fact that Mordred means to me.

Tonali sighed.She helped her own crown and left without saying anything.

No one would have expected things to turn out like this.But as a human being, there are trade-offs in everything.

I had expected this.Otherwise I wouldn't have talked to Mordred about the scabbard.But according to Mordred's intelligence and personality, she will definitely hand over the scabbard to the girl she likes—close your eyes, even if you are separated from Tona Liko, I still can't feel at ease, I always feel that she will get hurt, There will be accidents, pain and misfortune.

In such anxiety, I let out a breath, opened my eyes, and called Melusin again.

After learning of her past and future intertwined life experience, Meluxin was very happy, with a smile unconsciously hanging on the corner of her mouth.Even walking into my room and looking at me sitting on the throne, the smile didn't fade away.

"Meluxin, I have some news for you. I have communicated with your real mother, and she gave you a name - Ankaragang. The prototype is a fictional dragon, whose body is bigger than a mountain peak. It can spread its wings Turn the day into night, and spit out flames capable of burning the entire continent. Even the gods and the armies of the gods have given their all in the face of it. Until the end, it was only with a Silmaril who was blessed by the gods The great hero fought for a day and a night before he was killed by the Silmaril, ushering in the end of the brave defeating the dragon."

"Ankaragang... Is this the name my mother took..."

Because it's a made-up language name, Melusin—now Ankaragang—was not very happy with it.But this is the name given by her mother, it is better than the borrowed name of Meluxin, and she can still accept it.

"At that time, Jeanna asked me whether I raised you as a prince or a princess. I answered a prince. So she felt that being a prince should have great power. Ankara is the strongest giant your mother knows. Dragon name. Before that, your mother used the title of 'Black Flame King' to call you."

After hearing "Black Flame King", Ankara's eyes lit up immediately, almost overjoyed.

Similar long silver hair, similar golden eyes, now that I think about it, Ankara is just the result of the fusion of the images of me and Jeanne.It’s just that I was fettered by cause and effect at that time, and I couldn’t perceive information beyond time and space, so I gave Meluxin’s name—should have asked earlier.

"Did mother actually call me the Black Flame King! This title is so cool! The evil dragon king who spits black flames...uh..." She thought of me, and seemed to feel that she was overstepping, so she quickly put away her excitement . "Sorry, father, I'm getting carried away... This title is really inappropriate."

"The Black Flame King originally described you. Your mother is the 'Dragon Witch', and she is qualified to grant this title. In fact, the strength and growth you showed at that time really deserves this title."

"Dragon Witch?" Hearing about Jeanna's identity, Ankara's golden pupils brightened even more. "Mother is...the Dragon Witch? That's a witch who wields a giant dragon! She's stronger than any other witch...and since she's a Dragon Witch, can it be said...?"

"You guessed it right, Ankaragang. I am the dragon your mother employs, and she is the witch I guard. We have gone through battles and tribulations together, faced our respective destiny, and reached that day."

Looking back now, that Holy Grail War was extremely thrilling, and I still have lingering fears.

One wrong step will usher in a disillusioned ending, and it takes countless cycles to get this acceptable future.

The more I listened, the more excited Ankara became.I've never seen the kid get so excited.It was as if his own life had been turned upside down—but, to this kid, it seemed to be the case.

"In short, if you want to know the details, you can ask Mordred. She is an experiencer of the incident. As a bystander, she witnessed the encounter, acquaintance and love between me and your mother. My position is too partial to you mother, her perspective will be more objective."

"Alright! Alright, Father! I'll go find Mordred right now!"

I wanted to stop it, but the child disappeared in a flash.

Then he flew faster than the speed of sound, and went to ask Mordred.

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◆Mordred◆

My eyes widened after listening to the words of Perfect Lucin—no, Ankaragang now.

My rationality tried to connect the dwarf in front of me with the giant dragon that was ultimately stronger than the gods.

But I can't.The Black Flame King never spoke, nor did he show any wisdom beyond beasts.In the Holy Grail War, he only served his father and did not show his attitude.

More importantly... this is the Lost Belt!How did it have anything to do with reality?

For me, that's what happened in the past.For Ankaragang, that was the future.

This feeling of time and space disorder impacted my rationality and interfered with my judgment.

"So, Mordred. Judging by your expression, what your father said is correct, right?"

Ankara just raised her head with a smug face, and she didn't know what she was so proud of.

I exhaled lightly. Fortunately, Isil and the others were kicked out by Ankara, otherwise I really don't know how to explain.But since the father has made it clear, it means that what the little dwarf said is true, she is really the giant dragon whose heart was replaced by a black hole, and whose body was covered with golden light like a star, and who could destroy the city with one breath.

But... I still can't help but want to make sure.

"...Are you sure father said that you are the 'Black Flame King'?"

"Of course! My father also said that my mother's name is Jeanna, and she is the witch of the dragon! My father is her dragon, and she is my father's witch! Wow! It's so romantic! I can't imagine What an intoxicating feeling this is!"

It's really hard to imagine.But after meeting my teenage girl, I at least felt something.

Now that the royal father has confirmed it, I really have no reason to doubt it.

Although I don't like Ankara Gang very much, since she is the Black Flame King, I can only accept it.

"Of course what the father said is right. This is something that is certain. Because the father is always right. Even if the reality goes wrong, the father has the ability to correct the reality, because her identity is more than just a rumor. King, but something more lofty and grander—you'll know when it's over."

"But, Mordred, I want to know now."

Sighing, I told Ankara about my father's identity as Mithra, and the difference between dreams and reality.As for the matter of time and space, I probably also made a description, I don't know how much she can listen to.

But the truth is, she's not interested in obscure things.She just wants to know about her family, her existence, her relationships.This is very in line with the character of the dragon.

"So, Mordred, I am indeed my father's mount, and participated in the battle with the gods?"

"Almost. And you are very strong. As Jeanne grows stronger, you become stronger."

"And my mother is a fragment of the evil god of the universe, but she resisted her own body, and finally relied on her own strength to prevent the body from coming. She and the father rescued each other, achieved each other, and established such a relationship, right?"

"Compared to my past, country, dignity, principles and everything, even me, my father values ​​Jeanna more. For【%

The more I talked, the brighter Ankara's eyes became, and the brighter her smile became.

Even though she is a fairy over 1000 years old here, she is still like a child in her heart.

"Then... Mordred, how great is the world over there? You don't need to go into details, just give a general idea. I know that the father is great, but I still don't know the limit of the father. .”

"Father took over the history of mankind by himself. This is very different from the direction of pan-human history. Is it because the elves did not complete the holy sword more than 1 years ago? In the pan-human history, the fairies used it to forge The material of the holy sword is the hopes and prayers of human beings. In the world of me and my father, its material is the agreement she made with the world and with human beings. This agreement runs through the past and the future and becomes the foundation of human reason. Stabilizing the consistency of time and space."

Ankara was no longer shocked, but fell into a state of dementia.

Presumably, she regarded her father as a god-like existence, right?But now, when she hears that the father surpasses all gods and all existences, and becomes the only one, it would be abnormal if he did not do so—I was actually the same at the time.As for the respect and love of the father, I agree with her.

"This...isn't this too strong? To shoulder the future and history of the entire race with one's own strength..."

"And this is exactly what the father is doing now." After I said this, Ankaragang immediately understood what I was referring to.But I still want to say it: "Over there, she shoulders human beings alone. Here, she shoulders goblins and elves alone. Great beings are great everywhere. Father King is even more so."

"Father, she...she...actually..." Ankara was incoherent.

"And this is not the limit of the father. In the distant future, when the agreed time comes, the father will be greater than any existence in the story. Don't imagine, my sister, the greatness of the father is the human and The elves exhausted all their wisdom and emotions, and they couldn't comprehend the greatness. The gods? The will of the planet? Everything is as small as dust to the Milky Way compared to the father."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Ankara just opened his eyes again and looked at me with a smile.

"My sister! I recognize you as my sister! From now on, in Britain, your safety will be guaranteed by me! If you need anything, just tell me, the attitude of the father is very obvious. ! Oh yes, I will give that dog demon a legal identity later, just tell me what proof I need!"

Chapter 65: The Quarrelling Father and Son

◆Artoria◆

To say who in my life I am most guilty of.Then it couldn't be anyone else except Mordred.

To this day, I cannot comprehend the hatred and despair that Mordred experienced when he granted my request.It is also incomprehensible what kind of consciousness and choice Mordred made when he participated in the Holy Grail War.Even why she didn't pass the throne directly to her, but took such extreme actions, I don't know how she understands or thinks about my motives.

So I calmed down, and after careful analysis, my conclusion was the same as when I answered Tona Riko.It is no longer possible for me to be inconsistent with Mordred, and it is absolutely impossible for me to hurt my child anymore.The dedication and sacrifice she made for me, the hatred and pain she endured are things that I cannot repay with my life.

For a father to have such affection for his child is a testament to how bad things really are.

That feeling of panic, as if Mordred, who had lost his scabbard, would die before my eyes at any moment.I even have an extremely negative emotion—anyway, the goblins are destined to be abandoned in the self-destructive Britain, so it is better to take this opportunity to eliminate them collectively, and then Mordred will not be serious, will not be attacked, and will not Will be entrapped.

I have the ability to do so.I have the authority to do so.As long as the panic builds up to a certain level, I will do it.

Time seemed to go back to when she was two years old. Before dawn, I checked her room and saw a poisonous snake crawling slowly beside her bed.I almost fell into the same fear, my character became irritable, my rationality almost disappeared, I treated anyone suspicious of me with the death penalty, and every week I was pushed out by courtiers or servants to be beheaded.

Thinking of this, I immediately became distorted.I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and crumpled the piece of paper, regretting letting Mordred into the Lost Belt, regretting that I hadn't done anything.

I sat in her tiny room for a long, long time.After thinking about it, I didn't do anything after all.

Sighing heavily, I stood up when it was almost dark.

At this time, the door was opened.Mordred stared at me in great astonishment.

"Father? You...you came to my room..."

I know, she wants to question why I came to her room.

Adolescent children are like this, and they don't want to expose their secrets to their parents.

Even though Mordred is more mature than most adolescents, he still cannot escape this rule.

I quickly put the crumpled paper into my pocket, pretending nothing happened.

"It's nothing, Mordred. I haven't been able to meet you in the Lost Belt, so I came here to have a look. I haven't touched or looked at your things—I assure you."

After all, Mordred was a mighty knight.Her eyesight is normal, she saw all my actions just now, the notebook with a page torn open on the table, and the gel pen with the cap not closed, it is self-evident.