Artoria the Big Liar

"The main reason is to receive teaching materials. The school system in Britain is different from that in Japan. The gap of one semester needs to be made up during the summer vacation."

"Bian Du and his sister look alike! I've never seen twins so similar!"

"The appearance is similar, but there are still differences. For example, sisters prefer single ponytails to hairstyles."

"Student Bian Du..."

"Sister, I have something to tell you."

Mordred came to me aggressively, and drove away all the classmates with fierce eyes.

Maybe there is something important to say?I immediately stood up, bowed slightly, and said to the classmates who surrounded me before——

"Sorry, everyone, I have something to go out for a while. If you have time later, if you have anything you want to know, you can ask me as much as you like... Then, I'm sorry."

After speaking, Mordred took my arm, walked upstairs, and dragged me to the roof of the teaching building.

It was midsummer, and even though it was in the northeast of Japan, the ground on the roof still felt scorching hot.In addition, the break between classes is very short, and the rooftop is empty at this time, allowing Mordred and I to talk with peace of mind.

Leaning his back against the wall next to the entrance, Mordred hugged his chest and began to complain.

"What, those guys! Why are they all surrounding the father! They are still chattering like sparrows in the morning, and they won't let the father stop【){

"Matori, call me sister outside."

My voice was calm, without any sense of command or compulsion.

Although it is now speaking in Briton, which no one understands except the two of us, it is an encrypted call.But if I don't develop a habit, if one day Mordred also uses the word "father" in Japanese, I really don't know how to explain it.

"Didn't I just call you sister, father!" Mordred's tone became even more dissatisfied. "Anyway, we speak Britton, and no one can understand it, so we can say what we want? You can't even call your sister in Britton, can you? If mother knows, how can she explain it? What would the other knights think if they found out?"

"However, if it is known to outsiders in other languages, it will be troublesome to explain."

"Don't worry about this father king. The Japanese 'father king (ちちうえ/chi'chi'u'e)' is so awkward, I can't say it. Britons are so different from Anglo and Latin. Big, I'm not so stupid that even my father can speak this language."

It seems that I am worrying too much?After all, there is a huge difference between native and non-native speakers.

But... how should I put it, I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.

But since it was Mordred, I suppressed this uncomfortable feeling.

"Okay, let's do this for now...So, Mordred, what's the matter with calling me out?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the father is surrounded by those women. They are chattering non-stop, there is no etiquette at all, it is too casual, and it is annoying to listen to! No one has ever dared to talk to the father. The king is so rude! If someone dared to speak like that to the father before, it would be light to be expelled from the court!"

It turned out to be this.It seems that Mordred thinks that the king's majesty has been challenged.

The country is gone, the throne and the crown are gone, but Mordred still firmly believes that I am king.

This reminds me of something - in Camelot court etiquette, the words "father" and "father king" are different.When I was in Avalon, Mordred did call me "Father", but for some reason, he still used "Father King" later, no matter how much I emphasized that I was no longer king, it was useless.Especially after reading those two books, the situation was completely fixed, and Mordred didn't want to correct it at all.

However, that's not the point.I have to remind Mordred of the difference in time - after all, Mordred didn't even know what a TV was before, and thought of it as a special kind of mirror.

"They only asked out of curiosity about their new classmates. The etiquette of our era is not suitable here. This is Japan in the 21st century, not Britain in the fifth century... How does that proverb say—— 'When you are in Rome, you should be like the Romans'. It's the same here."

Mordred remained silent, still holding his chest, with a rebellious look unique to puberty.

There are still a few minutes until class starts.Since Mordred has no other questions, I do have a question for her.

"Let's not mention this for now. Mordred, how do you feel about the first class?"

"I'm not interested in the history of this country. I'm not from this country anyway."

"Interesting is one thing, grades are another. This semester is coming to an end soon, we don't have to take exams, but next semester is going to be normal. I will be angry if there is a failure in the final grade ——After all, your feelings are only your feelings, others care about your grades, and have no interest in your feelings.”

Hearing what I said, Mordred frowned suddenly, as if a ball of anger was burning in his heart.

But the anger was clearly not directed at me.Because immediately she nodded respectfully, very serious, serious, and meticulous, as if she was in a round table meeting in front of the imperial court—but she lowered her head and did not meet my eyes.

"I know, father. Next semester, my grades will definitely be in the top ten of the class. I will do what I say."

"Let's go back then. It's time for class."

"But... what if those women are entangled with the father again?"

"After a few days, they will get to know each other as classmates, and their curiosity will disappear, so it won't be like this."

"How many more days?!"

Mordred looked up, eyes wide open, looking at me in disbelief.

I had no choice but to let out a breath and try to explain to Mordred earnestly.

"Mordred, we are no longer the royal family. The past is the past, and the present is the present. You have to respect the actions and ideas of others. Now we, at least from the perspective of passports, are indeed ordinary people. In this case, even if It’s pretending, and you should pretend to be an ordinary person. Even if you are not used to it at first, as long as you pretend enough, it will become a habit sooner or later.”

Mordred's cheeks trembled, and his eyes immediately changed from unbelievable to dull.

It seems that she heard something beyond the meaning from my words, so that I began to wonder if I really said something wrong-but after thinking about it, I didn't feel that there was something wrong place.

After nearly ten seconds, Mordred nodded emphatically.

"...I see, father. I won't be like this in the future."

It was almost like I said very harsh words to her in very harsh tones.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be... My tone couldn't be more peaceful, and my words are not very heavy. Why is it like this?Before, Mordred always shed tears for no reason.Since being brought to modern times by the power of prophecy, Mordred has been in a state of violent emotional fluctuations almost all the time.

Maybe what happened to Kamran really hurt her too much?Or is it just a case of puberty?

I don't quite get it, I don't quite get it.There seemed to be a chasm between me and Mordred.

As a result, I had to remind her what I just said, so as not to cause trouble.

"Be nicer to other students in the future. This is not Britain in the fifth century, but Japan in the 21st century. The era of feudal kingship is over. The differences in personality between people no longer exist. Don't always look high The airy look, so that you won't be feared by others, but just disgusted."

"I understand, father..."

"Ding dong ding..."

A special short melody echoes in the air.

This is the bell for get out of class.Recess is over.

I walked in front, Mordred followed, and we returned to the classroom together to start class.

The process of class is actually quite boring and boring.Not only is the tone of the teacher's teaching too light and the speed of speech is too slow, but now it is approaching the end of the term, and the lectures are mainly for answering questions.The knowledge in the textbooks in the first semester of high school is also quite easy to understand, and you can probably know it after just reading it-maybe Mordred will be a little troublesome to learn.

The ancient Japanese part, which should have been very difficult, was not difficult because of the power of prophecy - my mind automatically understood what the ancient text wanted to express, including the difference between phonetic reading and training reading, Japanese's special pronunciation of Chinese, I know the different semantics of different Chinese characters, etc., in advance, and I have mastered them so that I can fully understand them at any time.

In the dry sitting and self-study, half a day passed quickly.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, Mordred and I were called to the office by the head teacher.

The class I am in is Class C in the first grade.The head teacher's name is Rie Katagiri, about 30 years old, usually wearing blue half-rim glasses, long dark purple hair combed into a single ponytail, tall and proud, she is an out-and-out intellectual beauty.Her eyes are special, light blue eyes - usually only Nordic people have this color eyes.

The class teacher asked me and Mordred to come here this time to decide on club activities.

"Society... Sorry, teacher, I don't want to join the club for now. Today is July 7, and the final exam will be on Thursday and Friday next week, that is, July 16 and 7. Although we don't I don’t take the exam, but I still want to make up for what I haven’t studied this semester as much as possible in the past few days.”

"No, you misunderstood my meaning, Yuya-san." Rie Katagiri said with a smile, "Anyway, I'm not in a hurry these days, so it would be a good thing to learn more about what the various clubs are like? And it's only the first semester of high school. There are not many important courses. The teacher personally feels that club activities are much more important than learning for Youya and Matori. A lot of knowledge can only be found in interpersonal communication. You can only learn in the process, the teacher can't teach."

I frowned slightly.

This is a very troublesome thing.

To be honest, I would rather be in the homecoming club than in the club.

Originally, going to school was already a play-by-play for me, and club activities are undoubtedly also play-by-play activities.

When you get home, you can watch what you want【{-

Naturally, I wanted to say no.

But before I could say the words of refusal, Mordred spoke ahead of time.

"Ms. Katagiri, can my sister and I start a new club?"

"...opening a new club?"

"That's right. British junior high school and high school also have club activities. The club that my sister and I joined before was the 'HEMA Lovers Association', which is a club that specializes in learning and practicing ancient European martial arts. Before graduation, my sister was a member of the association President. Now that I come to Japan to study, I still want to stay in the HEMA department.”

This is a new setting.And Mordred never told me.

And where did she know about HEMA?Is it from the Internet?But didn't the computer just be bought yesterday?How did she learn to use a computer in a short period of time, and even searched for the abbreviation HEMA?Is it based on your own learning ability?

However, I have no objection to the idea of ​​Mordred.As long as she likes it.

Rie Katagiri thought for a moment, then asked, "What does HEMA mean?"

"Historical European Martial Arts." The standard can no longer be standard Cockney accent from Mordred's mouth. "It means European historical martial arts. When I was in junior high school, I mainly learned swift sword and long sword."

Chapter Seven A Father

(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

"Traditional European martial arts? Swift sword? Long sword?" Rie Katagiri has never been in contact with this circle, so he doesn't understand these words at all. Roughly the same?"

Mordred explained: "Teacher, in the definition of HEMA, the weapon used in kendo is a knife, not a sword. The shapes and techniques of the two are very different, almost the difference between badminton and tennis. You can't Would you say to someone who wants to join the tennis club, 'Tennis and badminton are not that different, why not join the badminton club'?"

"That's it...that's really a big difference." Katagiri Rie nodded, then looked at me, and asked, "Youya, what do you think? Is it also HEMA?"

I glanced at Mordred.

She smiled at me, not as if she was playing tricks and had a guilty conscience.

That being the case, I nodded to Rie Katagiri, and replied: "Teacher, I have been learning long sword swordsmanship for a long time, and many movements have become habits. If you join the Kendo club, many habits will have to be revised, or even restarted." .This will not only put my kendo learning in trouble, but also destroy the long sword swordsmanship I have already cultivated. If this is the case, I will not join the kendo club."

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After four or five seconds, the head teacher of Class C, Grade 1 said: "It is possible to establish a new club... However, including the club director, five people need to submit an application for the establishment of a club before the school can approve it. There is only one week left, if you want to start a new club this semester, Auria-san and Matori-san will do a lot of hard work, okay?"

"That is to say, teacher, do you agree?" Mordred's voice was full of obvious joy.

"There is no reason for me to refuse. However, most of the students already have their own clubs. If they want to start a new club, Yuya and Matori have to convince those students who haven't joined any clubs yet. Oh? These students didn't intend to join any club from the beginning. And this club is about sports, right? In that case, it will be even more difficult to get the number of people together."

"Teacher, can the school provide a list? That is, which students did not participate in the club." I said. "If possible, I would like to persuade one-on-one. If it is really impossible, Matori and I will temporarily join the animation club, game club, literature club or other similar non-sports clubs."

"That's it... Come and find me at noon tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Mordred and I bowed politely and left the teacher's office.

I hadn't even taken a few steps, and my excellent hearing let me know that the teachers were talking about me and Mordred.

I stopped for a while, wanting to hear what the teachers had to say—but, as expected, there was nothing unexpected. They were just some curious words, which belonged to normal communication among colleagues, and there was no "abnormal" part as I expected.

The rest of the time is time for club activities.Mordred and I returned home early.

The new residence is a three-bedroom, one-living room, a 20-story building built 33 years ago.At that time, when the bubble economy was at its peak, the decoration and decoration were done according to a fairly standard.However, with the bursting of the bubble, coupled with the continuous population outflow in Misaki Town, and the new round of economic crisis six years ago, this 85-square-meter house with three bedrooms and one living room (author's note: no shared housing in Japan) was vacant. After a long time, the rent became quite cheap enough for me and Mordred to live for a long time.

I put the ingredients I bought along the way in the kitchen, and I sat on the sofa in the living room.At this moment, Mordred could not wait to go to the room, turned on the computer, and put on the earphones.But her door is open, and she should hear me.

"Mordred, why?"

Immediately, Mordred put down his headset and turned his chair 180 degrees to face me.

There was a smile on her face, but the smile revealed a guilty conscience, obviously she had her own little thoughts.

"Well... Father, if you want to practice swordsmanship in this city, it must be very troublesome, right? Whether it's the open space under the community or the nearby park, it's very troublesome, right? Why don't you open a new club, it's so convenient There are a lot. And the first semester is coming to an end soon, so there must be not many people in the club, so it won't cause trouble, right?"

"I mean, why don't you talk it over with me?"

Mordred's smile became even more guilty, and it was almost impossible to maintain it.

I let out a breath, gave her a look, and signaled her to sit beside me.

She stood up obediently【_

"...Because I think the father will definitely not agree."

"Why do you think so?"

"Father doesn't want to be king, nor does he want to be a student. Father doesn't want anything. Any good intentions and gifts will be rejected by father. Because...there is only one thing that father wants - a complete sleep, right? ? Actually, my father started it very early, and wanted to end all of this, right? But, because of various reasons, it has barely made it to today, isn’t it like this?”

I raised my eyebrows.Some surprises.

It was not by accident that Mordred asked the questions, but these questions should have been asked the afternoon before yesterday, but she dragged them until today.

&*【+

Not only that, but the atmosphere is also different.The atmosphere at that time was extremely heavy and depressing.But today, after a day of school life, the atmosphere is much more relaxed and pleasant.It's as if she and I have walked out of the battle of Kamlan, ushered in a new life, and entered a new stage of life - Mordred said these words with a rather guilty smile, golden eyes There are no tears of sorrow, nor flames of rage.