Artoria the Big Liar

Indeed.Considering my own relationship with that Knight King, I can't find any reason to doubt it.

Then, I asked another question: "...you, are you not a follower?"

"What is a servant? A servant? Ah? So, you want me to be your maid?"

The word Servant is Servant pronounced in Japanese katakana.It was originally a term used by magicians to refer to familiars.

But this is not the Holy Grail War, the one who manipulates everything has not planted the message of the Holy Grail War in our consciousness.

The opposite expression of Joan of Arc in front of me doesn't look like a fake, it shows that I am really worrying too much.

So, following what the witch Joan of Arc said, I nodded and said to her——

"...It's not impossible. If you really want to be a maid."

"Stop joking! I've seen you upset for a long time! Believe it or not, I summoned a wooden stake to stab you right through!"

Well, it is indeed a bit excessive.After all, she is a famous existence in history, and it is indeed too much to be a maid.

After a pause, considering that the other party's identity was similar to mine, I decided to report my name.

"...Arturia Pendragon. That is my name."

"Pendragon? What does that King Arthur have to do with you?" Joan of Arc thought for a moment, then opened her eyes wide, and asked in disbelief: "You... are you Mordred? No, Mordred You're also a man, right? Could it be Morgan? But isn't Morgan a witch? Your aura doesn't look like a witch at all..."

"Ahem... I am Mordred. She is my royal father." Mordred introduced with a smile.

After hearing Mordred's words, Joan of Arc's eyes widened, as if she had been hit hard in the abdomen: "...do you think I'm an idiot! King Arthur can't be a girl! I know how she died It was because his wife was found cheating, which triggered a rebellion, and finally died in Camlan! If King Arthur was a girl, what would she do with his wife? Even if it was really because of her sexual orientation, how could Mordred be born? ? And in the end, King Arthur was at least in his 50s? You don’t look like you are in your 50s! 15 years old is almost the same!”

The corners of my mouth moved.Some【+

It feels completely unnecessary to say something like "you are like this Joan of Arc, is it strange that King Arthur is a girl?"It would make me look stupid - I'd be too stupid to explain such a thing to such a woman.

In order not to look stupid, I had to say some hurtful things——

"To be honest, your current performance, the term you said is very appropriate. It seems that you are very self-aware."

Chapter Eleven: The Coercion of the Evil Dragon

I chuckled, squinting my eyes slightly, trying to make the smile as mocking and dismissive as possible.

Yes, I mocked her, insulted her.When people are mocked and insulted, they will lose their minds, and their spirits will be completely ignited with anger-then, they will enter a state of being easily manipulated.

Sure enough, as I expected, the witch Joan raised her head, frowned, squinted her eyes, and gnashed her teeth. She was about to burst out with great anger, as if she had returned to that day, burned by flames, and filled with hatred.

"Tsk... Sure enough, I still have to kill you..."

"If you want to try, you can just come. I'm curious, can you really do this in this state?" Since you were sent to this era, it means that you don't have weapons and armor.This disparity in strength makes me quite confident: "It's just that, it's not for the purpose of control. You have to think clearly and think carefully, so as not to lose the life you finally obtained—we are all dead souls who have passed away. Now I have regained my life, how can I not cherish it?"

Joan of Arc did not move further, she just stared at me and examined me.

Are you afraid?Are you afraid?

An enemy that cannot be defeated no matter what is in front of him, with a mocking smile, exudes an evil aura, and speaks vicious words.If there are really demons in the world, I'm afraid they are existences like me, right?So, what should you do in the face of the devil?Is it courage to fight?Was it dominated by fear and fled?

However, she is not a saint. She calls herself a witch. A witch can curse and kill mortals, but she has nothing to do with the dragon crawling out of the abyss.

Run away... The first thing life learns is to run away.The most important skill to learn in life is to learn to give up.

But as soon as the escape begins, the fear spreads, turning into panic.When the demon cannot be shaken off no matter what, life yields, life begs for mercy.At this time, as long as a little bit of benefit is given, life will be grateful, imagine the perpetrator as the savior, and imagine the vicious person as the innocent, so submission becomes tame.Then, as long as we spend a little more time together, memory and consciousness will choose to beautify in the haze, and mutate tameness into unshakable loyalty.

I am a tyrant, I am the evil dragon king.In this way I unified Britain and conquered many kingdoms.

Now, I use this method to control a witch from the past, and it is equally easy.

The pace moves forward slowly, as if time slows down a little bit.

As long as I walk in front of her, without doing anything, without saying anything, she will run away, she will step into my trap.

but……

"Gu..."

Very loud stomach gas.In this quiet suburban night, it is as clear as the moon in the sky.

The direction of the voice was not me, nor Mordred behind me, but the girl in front of me exuding a burning smell.

Almost instantly, fear turned into other emotions, and bright red clouds smudged on her face.

I stopped.Then, asking in as gentle a dreamlike tone as possible——

"A few days?"

"...What, why?"

"I'm just curious—you, haven't eaten for a few days?"

"I just had a big meal yesterday." She seemed to find it unconvincing, so she added: "...a very rich meal, the taste is not bad, and everyone can be full. Anyway, I'm not hungry now, no need You guys worry about it."

"So, you haven't eaten today, have you?"

"...What does this have to do with you?"

"There is still a vacant room where I live, and you can live there."

This is an invitation to her.If she is left alone in this state, it will definitely cause trouble.

Although I don't know what the real purpose of coming to this era is, I still want to live a normal life for a few days-I've been busy all my life, and it's time for me to take a vacation.Although going to school is not a vacation, at least it is much easier than being a king.

The witch Joan of Arc rolled her eyes, disgusted and disgusted.

"Leave other people aside, your words... Forget it. I don't want to have anything to do with you."

"Why? I didn't ask you to be a waiter, I just asked out of the psychology of helping."

"You guy, are you the King of England? It's okay to work for other people, but it's fine to work for the King of England. Although I'm a witch, I haven't degraded enough to ask the King of England for help—of course, if you want to be me It's not impossible to die by poison, or die from other accidents. Anyway, I think your arrogant appearance is not pleasing to the eye."

I frowned slightly.

Not because of her attitude, but because of a certain word in her words.

"Just to remind you, King Arthur is the King of Britain, not the King of England."

"...Is there any difference? Aren't they all the same island?"

"I am an ancient Briton, not an Anglo. The name of my kingdom is Albion, not England. Besides, the king of England at your time was not an Anglo, but a Frenchman, right? Lancaster Dynasty A branch of the Plantagenet family, which in turn was a branch of the Anjou family, the Plantagenet-Lancaster kings challenged the French crown as Dukes of Normandy, Aquitaine and Gascony. Strictly speaking, the Hundred Years' War was a civil war in France. It was only for political purposes that the French king emphasized the identity of the opposing British king. Once victorious in the Hundred Years' War, the kings of the Lancastrian dynasty would definitely set their capital in Paris. and make King of France the primary title...or combine the two crowns to create a dual United Kingdom, as Scotland and England later did."

The woman's expression was not quite right.The more I explained, the more erratic her eyes became.

When I finished speaking, there was nothing but sleepiness in her eyes, just like those students who are drowsy in math class but have to hold on to the class.

"...Don't you understand?" Out of politeness, I asked.

However, she did not answer.He even froze for a moment, blinking his eyes, looking at a loss.

I thought about it, moving from evoking fear to tame to directing thoughts to identify.

"Think about the Pope's attitude, think about the attitudes of other countries. The Hundred Years' War is the grievances between the Anjou Dynasty and the Valois Dynasty, and has nothing to do with what the later generations preached. The Duke of Burgundy has repeatedly defected, and the two Fang actually never said anything, right? From a legal and diplomatic point of view, this is indeed a civil war in France... So, even if you want me to be the king of England anyway, you don't have to be so concerned Badass. Are you a witch? You should think of your own interests."

"...Anyway, I don't want to work for the Britons!" She raised her head, pretending to be very principled, using her arrogance to cover up her guilty conscience. "I'm not interested in your twists and turns! I'd rather sleep in the street than burn myself to sleep in your place! It's the English who flatter you so much! They think of you as their ancestor and want to copy your The great cause of conquering the world! So, goodbye, King Arthur! Hope to see you again!"

With that said, she turned around and walked forward.

But she didn't seem to notice that the path she was taking led to the wilderness, which was completely wrong.

In fact, I discovered from a very early time that she had lost her way a long time ago, otherwise she would not have come to this abandoned street.

"Wait a minute, you can't go." I still called her.

She turned sideways, and said with a resolute bluff: "Sure enough, I still want to fight? Do you think I am a guy who is afraid of death? I am not even afraid of being burned alive, but I am afraid of your threats?"

"It's just that there are some questions I want to ask you - you said you are a witch. Then, after coming to this era, have you ever killed anyone?"

"I killed two little bastards, what's the matter? They have bad intentions towards me, can't I even defend myself?"

"This is a very serious problem. I am not King Arthur now, and you are not Joan of Arc now. We have each been given a new legal identity. You killed someone, even though it was a hooligan who had evil intentions against you, but any murderer Behavior is not in line with the laws of this era. You are unaware of your identity, you are not hiding your actions, if you continue to wander in this city, you will soon be discovered by the police in this country. Even if you Kill those two people using mysterious means, you will still be tracked, questioned, face countless troubles, and then life will become unfortunate."

"Ha... are you scaring me! Do you think I will be scared by your words!"

Obviously terrified.Otherwise, you wouldn't even reject it without analyzing it.

I let out another breath.Considering that some of her words were rather strange, I tried to ask the most basic fact: "When you just woke up, there should be a package by your side?"

"Package? What package?"

"...the package you carried in your coat pocket."

"Oh, you're talking about this." As she said that, she took out the package from her pocket. It was a leather wallet, which looked bulging and obviously contained something. "What happened to this package?"

"Here is a passport, or similar identification. It shows your current identity and the purpose of your stay here. There should be a debit card and a credit card in the bag. You can use these two cards to buy things. Although The amount won’t be much, but if you save some money, you won’t have any problems in your life for at least a year. You haven’t eaten today and you’re wandering on the street again, so you must not know this, right?”

For some reason, after listening to my words, the woman's face became even redder, almost as good as Apple's.The pale skin of the dead, which is similar to mine and Mordred's, can turn red to such an extent.

Soon, she turned around and walked towards the darkness in the distance. She looked extremely shy, as if a certain scandal had been made public, and she wished she could run away from here quickly, or find a crack in the rock and get in immediately.

But, because of the pressure and fear I had put on earlier, she didn't seem to dare to run away.It was clearly a deserted street, but he was so frightened that he had no way to escape, and even panicked and planned to run into the wilderness.

In this way, both she and I froze.

"You... illiterate?" I frowned slightly, and my voice couldn't help but be filled with pity.

"Huh? I can't read? But Father, can't we all understand Japanese?" Mordred asked curiously.

"If I remember correctly, Joan of Arc in historical records was born in a rich peasant family in Lorraine. In that era, education was a very expensive service. Joan of Arc was not an aristocrat, but also a woman. It was normal to be illiterate Yes." After a pause, I further explained: "We can understand Japanese because we are multilingual. It's like grafting a branch of another fruit tree on a fruit tree. That branch can It bears different fruits and may grow better. But if there is no literacy at all, the twig is just dropped on the ground, and it is impossible to grow into a big tree anyway. So, she can't read what is written on the document , I don’t know the purpose of the bank card. I just brought it with me because I thought it might come in handy in the future.”

The face of the witch Joan of Arc turned even redder, almost purple, giving me the illusion that she was about to suffocate to death.

But she still refused to speak, or was too ashamed to speak.

I had no choice but to exhale for the third time, and replaced the plastic long sword with my left hand to show a friendly attitude. I walked up to her, stretched out my right hand, and asked cautiously like a cat with a blown hair, "Jeanna Ms. Dalk, we have already said this, you must already know that I am not malicious, right? Now, I want to help you check the information on the certificate, and check the bank card information at the nearest ATM by the way. Will you refuse this time?"

"What if I don't want to? Is your attitude just now considered begging for help!"

Seeing that my attitude is not so tough anymore, this woman has become arrogant.

I frowned slightly, looked sideways at Mordred behind me, and gave her a look.

Mordred immediately understood what I meant and stepped forward, gripping the plastic longsword tightly in his right hand.

The scarlet thunder crackled and mercilessly bombarded the ground, cracking and shattering it.

"Let me tell you, you guy named Rangna, did you misunderstand something? When do you think, my father and I are going to ask your opinion?"

"whispering sound……!"

The witch raised her right hand.Three scorched and slender wooden stakes appeared out of thin air beside her right hand, flying away like javelins.

She should have killed those two nameless vagrants in this way.

However, even though they claim to be witches, the speed of these wooden stakes is really bad, not even as fast as conventional arrows.

The dark red lightning magic power wrapped the plastic long sword that was supposed to be a toy.The long sword was swung by its owner at a high speed, like an iron rod, knocking the three wooden stakes into the air, falling to the ground, making a sound, and then turning into magic power, dissipating in the air.Nothing remained in the air but a smell of burning, of being struck by lightning.

"Mordred, use your armor."

"Yes, Father."

Following my command, thunder roared.

Lightning flashes turned the streets, lit only by street lamps, into a hellish crimson.

In the center of the thunder, is a knight in dark gray armor.

The armor is ferocious and evil, with a demonic red light flashing, one third of the twisted helmet looks like an evil dragon, one third looks like a demon, and the other third looks like a machine made by humans—but that In fact, it is not armor, but a part of the body.

The current Mordred is no longer a knight, but an evil dragon barely maintaining its human form.

An evil dragon with my blood flowing through it, taught by me, second only to me.

My beloved child.

Note: The picture is from Twitter Author: Sheng【%$

Chapter Twelve: Surrender