Artoria the Big Liar

Holding a plastic long sword bursting with evil light, Mordred imitated my steps and walked slowly towards Black Joan.

Perhaps in some works, the role of armor is deliberately weakened for the sake of beauty, but armor has never been a decoration.

If you want to achieve the great cause of slaying the dragon, you must have a suitable magic weapon.Otherwise, the dragon scales, which are stronger than steel, will make mortal heroes understand how terrifying the strongest life that has ever been born on this planet is—an existence like dragons has never been something that ordinary people can hunt beast.Ordinary weapons and arrows will not even leave a scratch.

What's more, Mordred's armor, my armor, is not just armor, not just dragon scales.

But it doesn't matter.Because the witch Joan of Arc with bare hands can't even penetrate the most basic plate armor, let alone dragon scales.

"...You are cheating! Why do I lose all my weapons and armor! Only you can have them! If I still have the flag and sword, how could I be afraid of you! This is definitely cheating!"

That's what it means to be afraid, that's what it means to admit that you are invincible.

Mordred stopped and looked at me.She wanted to ask if the next conversation should be conducted by me or by her.

I nodded.Usually, it's a sign of my trust in her, which means both.

Mordred moved her shoulders, and compared to pure fear and coercion, she had more of her own characteristics.Coupled with the grinning helmet style, and the flashing red light all over the body like cheap LEDs, it looks a lot more arrogant.

"Hey, witch, don't think too much about it. This armor is not an item, but a special usage of the ability 'magic release'. Only my father and the king can use it. Because we are both human and humanoid The Dragon of Britain. I think people in this world should understand what the surname Pendragon means? So, this thing is actually our scales—do you understand the scales of dragons? Don’t say that you are unarmed now, even if You have really found your sword, it would be a whimsical thing to break through this armor!"

The Witch wants to retreat, but there is no way to retreat.

As a result, she could only grit her teeth, and the sweat kept flowing from her forehead. She was extremely nervous and frightened.

"Father told me to use the armor, so I will use it. But the purpose of the father is to control you, and you have to be tied back anyway. Then..." Mordred casually held the plastic long sword Throwing it aside, she said as if she was grinning all the time, "Hey, witch, do you want to try to attack me? You can't win if you win, but at least it will make you look better when you lose."

I raised my eyebrows.Mordred's psychological strategy is not bad, very much her style.

Compared with pure fear, letting the opponent trigger the courage to fight is a more efficient choice.

But it's easy to roll over.Courage will allow one to excel, but fear will not.Once you are overwhelmed by the other person's courage, the whole behavior will seem comical.The feeling of being deflated is also very uncomfortable, and it will make me lose my mind.

"Can【(

With an inexplicable roar, the witch clenched her fists and charged at Mordred.

I frowned, feeling a little disappointed in my heart—this witch didn't know what fighting was at all, not to mention all flaws all over her body, and her punching movements also relied entirely on instinct. Not only was there a problem with the force, but the target was not Mordred The head, but the chest with the most complete protection, has no skills at all, it is simply a punk-level fighting skill.

As a result, Mordred caught the Witch's fist with ease, and raised her entire arm effortlessly.

"You have a lot of strength. As expected of a country girl who often does farm work. With your strength, you can be a good knight in Albion. It's a pity..."

Then there was a scene that I couldn't bear to watch at all—this useless witch actually kicked Mordred's abdomen with her own knee.Did she think her knees were made of some futuristic alloy?Dare to use such an attack method?

Naturally, Mordred easily blocked it with his other arm.Then he casually pinned his foot towards the witch supporting the ground.The witch lost her balance instantly and fell to the ground.But one of her hands was still controlled by Mordred. As a result, Mordred just pressed down on the witch's waist with his calf, and the witch was completely subdued and completely lost the ability to resist.

I sighed heavily, stepped forward, squatted down, and took out the wallet from the pocket of the witch's coat.

The witch was still staring at me viciously, without saying a word, as if I wanted to do something to her.

I ignored her and started checking what was written on the passport.

"Oh? It's modern French... It seems that you have been assigned the status of a Frenchman. After all, you are indeed a Frenchman." I hadn't studied modern French, so I flipped through the passport, and quickly flipped to the part about entering Japan. "Amano Jona, single parent, mother is Japanese-French. The purpose of coming to Japan is to go to school. The date of entry is July 7... That means you have been wandering for half a month?" I continued to read, and I saw something interesting The part: "Private Jialiang Academy? Unexpectedly, you are also our classmate? And you are also a transfer student? It seems that the level of the existence who wrote the script is very bad. In a good script, the transfer student's meme Once is enough."

Mordred looked up at me, with curiosity in his voice: "Oh? Father, this guy has also been assigned this identity?"

"It seems so... Mordred, let her go."

"Okay, Father."

Mordred let go of Joan of Arc's arm, and his calf left from Joan of Arc's waist.

The armor on his body was like an illusion, transforming into a translucent red light, and then quickly disappeared like a sublimated ice cube.

But Joan of Arc still fell to the ground, clenched her fists, as if Mordred and I had done something to her.

"Get up. Or are you going to sleep here tonight?"

"You bastard...you bastard...! Kill you! I must kill you!"

She talked to herself very quietly.Rather than a threat, it was more like a suggestive soliloquy.

I turned my head to one side, and said in a quite dissatisfied tone: "As far as your performance is concerned, I think you should not go to the high school of the private Jialiang Academy, but the junior high school. Just declare that you have been in a coma for many years. No. ...junior high school students are also more than {.

Mordred also mocked: "Feeling humiliation? Feeling humiliation is right. How much do you really think your sense of humiliation is worth? No one will change just because you feel wronged Attitude, treat you better. We are not your parents, why are we spoiling you? Seriously, are you really a famous guy in history? It’s okay to be weak like this, why? The mind is similar to that of a giant baby? What does it mean that you are as stubborn as a donkey after all the good and bad things others have said? You have to have a whip on you to know it hurts? You have to kick your ass with spurs to know the beginning run?"

"Okay, Mordred. It's getting late, it's time to eat." Before leaving, I deliberately said in a slightly louder voice: "You can come too. I have your passport and bank card, I'll keep it for you for the time being, so that you don't lose it in the future, or don't know how to use it... Let's eat first, and then talk about it after eating, or say it while eating."

The witch got up and stared at me fiercely.Because it was a desolate place, her clothes and face were covered with a lot of dust.

However, apart from hatred, there was also a mist of grievance in the pupils of this witch.She pursed her lips, as if she was going to cry at any moment, but she endured it with perseverance, and didn't really let the tears flow.This made my evaluation of her a lot higher, at least she is indeed a character, not the kind of giant baby who has been pampered and spoiled since she was a child, and who is spoiled until she sees nothing.

But even though the evaluation is higher, my heart is still full of burnout.

This is a guy who is much more troublesome than Mordred. He doesn't understand anything, he doesn't understand anything, and he's full of the reserve of a witch, and the arrogance of a Gallic chicken. It's like raising another adolescent daughter. She is not obedient, a daughter who is more rebellious than rebellious—presumably, my future life will not be easy.

"It's okay if you don't want to eat, just watch from the sidelines. If you want to eat, you can join in at any time."

"Huh? Can you join in anytime? Father, what are you having for dinner tonight?"

"... Mordred, don't use this title in Japanese."

Although it is a last resort, but if it really develops a habit, it is really bad.

Mordred smiled and changed his words immediately.

"Then...sister, what shall we have for dinner tonight?"

"It's getting late, let's go to a nearby Chinese restaurant to eat hot pot. People in this country can't eat spicy food very much, and the mapo tofu is too spicy. As a result, Chinese restaurants only sell clear pot."

"oh, I see……"

Mordred had never eaten hot pot, but he didn't ask what it was.She knew that she didn't need it, because as long as she got there, everyone would understand the meaning of hot pot.And this is where Mordred excels compared to other children.

Mordred and I started walking towards the downtown area of ​​Misaki Town.But Joan of Arc remained motionless.

I have no idea about this.On the contrary, Mordred was extremely dissatisfied: "Why don't you leave? Are you tied up before you are willing to leave? Do you really think that my father and I can't do it? Huh?"

The corners of her mouth twitched twice, and Joan of Arc, who had a lot of dirt on her body, asked slightly curiously, but mostly disgustedly: "...Hey, you two, is it really that King Arthur? It's really that Mordre De Sir? It’s fine if they’re all women... Are you so close!? This is the same as ordinary father and son... No... Mother and daughter... In short, it’s no different from ordinary family members! You shouldn’t hate and hate each other Each other? Or is it that you are just pretending now? How is this possible! I am not still dreaming, am I? How can this be real!"

I don't need to explain, and I don't want to.Once explained, it will eventually touch the scar in Mordred's heart.

Those scars were just beginning to scab over and could fester and inflame if touched.

And she asked this question from the very beginning, and I deliberately ridiculed that her intelligence is somewhat below the average human standard.

But looking at her like this, if I really don't explain, it is impossible for her to understand and understand——

"You are not the ordinary Jeanne Darke, and we may not be the ordinary Arturia and Mordred. Moreover, King Arthur's deeds belong to the legend. Since it is a legend, it is acceptable to have a huge difference. But you Not the same, you are almost the opposite of Joan of Arc. You are even more unbelievable when you look like this."

The witch Joan of Arc gritted her teeth, not knowing what to say, and couldn't find a reason to refute.

And at this moment...

"Gu..."

Her stomach began to expel gas again.

In fact, having stomach gas means that you are not particularly hungry, but just embarrassed.

However, for the witch Joan of Arc in front of her, face is probably more important than her life.

——Although she has no face to speak of now.

So, succumbing to reality and hunger, Joan of Arc finally followed me and Mordred.

From the beginning, Misaki Town was not a bustling city, but existed as a satellite town of Sendai.During the bubble years, there was a lot of construction here. As a result, when the bubble burst, construction companies and real estate companies went bankrupt, leaving a lot of unfinished projects.Tokyo Metropolitan Government and Osaka Prefecture cleaned up many unfinished buildings in the new century, but the economic vitality of the Sendai metropolitan area was not very strong, and the blood was drawn by Tokyo Metropolis on a large scale. As a result, those unfinished projects were separated by 20 years. stayed until now

The area where the three of us are located is an unfinished street that was originally used to develop tourism.

Therefore, it is quite a long journey from this street to the city.

It took an hour and a half, and it was almost nine o'clock, before the three of us finally came to the Chinese restaurant mentioned earlier.During the period, I found a convenient place, let the witch Joan of Arc wash her face, and patted the dust on her clothes by the way, so that it could be seen by outsiders—this was her own request.

It's late.Fortunately, the Japanese have a workplace tradition of going to an izakaya or a restaurant for a drink after overtime. Even at nine o'clock, the restaurant is not closed. On the contrary, the business is quite booming.Since Mordred and I have a relatively large appetite, in order to avoid trouble, we can only open a private room separately and enjoy our two-hour-late dinner here.

Since it is a hot pot, all the ingredients must be served at once.

The witch Joan of Arc was completely stunned when she saw a table full of food that was even stacked.

"Uh... so much?"

"My sister and I are dragons, what's wrong with eating more?" Mordred asked back.

"But this is too much... how do your stomachs do?" Obviously, the reality in front of me is beyond the perception of the witch Joan of Arc.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to explain clearly to this idiot in a simple way: "After eating it, it will be digested soon, then converted into magic power and stored in the heart and liver. When needed, it will be extracted and overflowed in the blood. Then it is transmitted to all parts of the body through the blood. This not only ensures endurance, but also does not make the body out of shape, and also follows the energy cycle of the human body."

Chapter Thirteen: King of One

(This chapter is first-person perspective by Jeanne Darc.)

(This chapter is first-person perspective by Jeanne Darc.)

(Because it is very important, I have to remind you twice here.)

This is a luxurious meal that I can't even imagine in my dreams, even more luxurious than the king's dinner.

All the ingredients are placed on the table. In the middle of the table is a stove that is always emitting a flame. There is a pot on the stove. There is boiling soup in the pot. Such a spice, just smelling it makes me feel very hungry-it seems that as long as the ingredients are thrown into the soup, and the ingredients are cooked, they can be eaten directly.

There are various types of ingredients, most of which are meat, as well as various mushrooms and various vegetables.The portion was too much, there were ten boxes of meat alone, and each box should have half a kilogram of meat. These boxes formed a circle and surrounded the cauldron in the middle.Not to mention the mushrooms and vegetables, which are all placed on a plate, and the plates are almost full of this large round table that can seat ten people.

I counted correctly, there were really ten people, because there were really ten wooden chairs in this small room.

Even after listening to the explanations of these two Britons, I still can't imagine that with their delicate bodies, they can swallow so much food and digest it all.

I was so surprised, so surprised that I was so hungry that I didn't even realize it was time to eat.

"Have you been hungry for a long time? Eat quickly."

The woman sat on the front seat facing the door of the room.She sat here without even thinking about it, it was simply a habit.

Her expression was still so calm, so calm that it scared me.I'm really scared, the way that woman releases her magic power and slowly walks towards me is much scarier than the demon in the story, her soul is screaming uncontrollably.

I swallowed—mostly out of fear, and asked in a low voice.

"Uh...can I really eat it?"

"Of course, do you think that what I said before is all false?【^

Taking a breath, I sat down.Mordred sat across from the woman, so I took a random place between them and sat down.

At this moment, I feel so hungry that I could eat a cow—well, I’m just metaphorical.But these two human-shaped evil dragons, they must really be able to eat a cow.

I observed the woman, she put a bunch of ingredients into the pot, and after a while, she used chopsticks—this kind of tableware seems to be called by this name—to fish out the pile of ingredients one by one and put them on the plate I picked up a big piece in one breath, put it directly into my mouth, chewed it casually, and swallowed it. It was as rude as a Teutonic, without elegance at all.

After thinking about it, I picked up a piece of beef roll with chopsticks and put it in the pot.Waited for 1 minute before taking out the ingredients.

Then, gently bite a corner...

"Hot, hot! So hot!" I quickly put the meat on the dinner plate, waited for it to cool, and then complained to the woman: "Hey! I say! Are your mouths and tongues also belonged to dragons? So Swallow it right away when it’s hot?”

"...Are you a cat's tongue?" The woman raised her eyebrows and asked very casually.

I glared at her and said, "What cat tongue? Yes, I'm a witch, but I'm not a cat!"

"A metaphor commonly used in Japan refers to some people who eat and drink water because they are afraid of being hot, and they can't accept a little temperature."

"Blow it if you feel hot. Haven't you eaten for so long that you've even forgotten this common sense?" Mordred's words were so piercing that it gave me a headache. "Oh, thanks to the fact that I spent a lot of effort learning to read and write Briton and Latin. If I didn't work hard at the beginning, I'm afraid I will be the same as you now?"

"……Humph!"

Blow on food?That's too rude, isn't it?Isn't it the same as a peasant who has never left the village in his life?

Logically speaking, that village girl and saintess doesn't have so many taboos.But who am I?I am a witch!Since she is a witch, of course she should be more elegant.Not to mention a princess, at least she must be similar to a courtier in the palace, right?

Thinking of this, I had no choice but to put a lot of ingredients into the pot like that woman, and then take them out after they were cooked to a certain extent, and then quietly waited for the ingredients to cool down before finally lightly cooking them. Chew it, then swallow it in small mouthfuls.

How should I put it... Although it looks unbelievably rude, like a savage party stew, but the taste is not bad.

I savored the food and finally got to enjoy dinner.But those two women - those two beastly women, ate up everything when I wasn't looking!The speed was so fast that I blinked several times before I finally confirmed that they had really finished eating!Most of the plates were clean, and most of the bottom material of the big pot was dipped away!I was left with only a few vegetable leaves and a soup base that was so thick that I couldn't drink it!

Just like that, the woman smiled lightly, as if showing kindness, and said something that made my nerves tense——

"There's no need to be so anxious. Tomorrow is Saturday and the school is on holiday. You can eat slowly first. When you finish eating, we are leaving."

What a joke!How much did I just eat!This dinner has only been going on for ten minutes, right?How could it end so soon!

And that woman, that nasty woman, leaned back against the chair, crossed her arms, sat cross-legged, with one foot up, staring straight at me.Not only her, Mordred on the other side also propped his face with his right hand, with a weird smile on his face, and stared straight at me.