Artoria the Big Liar

This smile makes me very uncomfortable.I can only speed up the pace of eating and finish my portion as soon as possible.

However, because most of it is meat, it feels okay and should be considered full.

Walking on the road, these two guys were muffled and just moved forward at a fast speed.

This dull feeling makes me a little uncomfortable.After hesitating for a long time, I finally took a deep breath, mustered up the courage, walked up to the woman, opened my mouth, and asked her——

"why?"

"what why?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Don't be confused!"

Doesn't she claim to be smart?If she doesn't even know what I want to ask, then she should be the idiot!

However, she didn't look at me, but continued to look ahead and continue walking.It's just that her eyes suddenly became erratic. Compared with observing the road conditions, she seemed to be in a daze halfway through, and even her walking speed slowed down a lot.

Also, she seems tired... wait?exhausted?

I seemed to be grabbing something, but her words immediately interrupted my search, which made me a little annoyed.

"Many things in the world don't have so many reasons. Just think of me as a whim."

This is very vague.It's hard for me to understand.

Instead, Mordred began to explain to me "kindly": "If you don't understand, it can be understood that my sister wants to recruit a stronger knight. You have a good foundation, and you are still here after death like us. They are of the same kind. Besides, there are not many people who can be recognized by my sister, so you should be proud of it."

Then, like firing crossbows repeatedly, the woman started to chatter: "Why don't you try to think about why you came to this world. Is your memory complete before death? What do you think about the 21st century? Do you want to think about it?" Blend in. These things are more important than why I have to control you."

"Even if it's a whim, at least there is emotion, right?"

"I don't have any emotions... If I have to say anything about emotions, I can only see that you are very upset, right?"

"You bastard...! You Britons are still so annoying!"

What I hate the most in my life are the Britons, bar none!

And the woman didn't say anything, just walked on, not paying attention to me at all.

Halfway through the journey, because Mordred finally realized that she didn't want me to break into Pendragon's house at all, and finally couldn't help it, and tried to resist her "father": "...Sister , do you really want to take her back?"

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"Isn't the room next door vacant? And it belongs to the same landlord. Let her live in it. Of course, she will pay for it herself. She will do it herself if she wants to buy anything. But that's for tomorrow, today is too late." It's too late. Just let her sleep in that room tonight. Besides, there are still some questions to ask, so I can't just leave her alone."

"Humph!"

I also don't want to live with this woman at all, her cold appearance makes people angry.

As for Mordred, when he heard what he wanted to hear, he immediately smiled.

"So it's like this... I thought she was really going to live in our house."

"That empty room is reserved for Merlin. I don't know when she will come back. But depending on the time, it should be soon."

After hearing the woman's words, Mordred was even happier: "In other words, will I be able to see my mother soon?"

"Probably so...at least I think so."

There is no basis at all, just relying on your own feelings?

My lungs felt like they were on fire at the thought of this woman humiliating me so much just by how she felt.

But there is no way, I have to hibernate.That woman is an evil dragon, a monster that should not exist in reality at all, but only exists in nightmares.I'm not strong right now, so let's wait until she reveals her weaknesses... Although I don't know if she really has weaknesses, most of the dragons in those pagan stories have many weaknesses.This woman must have... I believe there is!

No... that's right!Although it can't be seen from the outside, I feel that she is very tired, as if she hasn't slept for a long time.

I decided to take a good look and figure out why this woman was so tired.

Observation takes time, so I decided to follow this woman for the time being.

This era is very bad. The sky at night is foggy and the stars cannot be seen at all.Without the stars, I don't know how long I walked before I finally took a device called "elevator" and stopped on the first floor of a tall building.

The woman opened the door with a key, and pressed something on a short white stick at the door. There was a "beep" sound from inside the room, and then cool air spread across the surface.She sat herself down on the soft bench, almost paralyzed.

She pointed with her finger and motioned for me to sit on the other end of the bench.

There are black leather chairs in the room, but they look small and not very comfortable, and if I sit there, it really seems that I am inferior.So I hesitated, and sat on the other end of the sofa, crossing my legs like a lady.

Mordred came in last.After closing the door, she sat beside the woman, taking it for granted.

Very strange, very strange.Although the appearance is indeed female, although Mordred generally calls that woman a sister, although the appearance is very similar in age, but when they sit together, they have a feeling between mother and daughter and father and son, and they are It's a very intimate feeling - just like doting elders and obedient children, one is proud of the child, the other is proud of the close relatives, no one else can provoke their relationship no matter what.

How did they end up killing each other?How did they maintain such a relationship after killing each other?

I don't know, very don't understand.Curious at the same time, very curious.

"...If you want to ask anything, just ask." The woman asked me directly as if she could read minds.

"Are you... really King Arthur?" I finally asked this question.

"If you are the real Jeanne Darc, there is no problem in saying that I am the real King Arthur."

"Of course I'm fake." I don't think there's anything to hide about that. "Actually, you have already seen it? I... should be considered a fictional existence? Although I have some memories, I don't agree with it at all. The only thing I agree with is the feeling of being burned by the flames and my hatred of France. ...But why hate? Is that burning feeling real? If it is real, why are there no traces of burning on my body? I... don't know. It's like..."

"It's like, you had a dream, you dreamed that you became Joan of Arc. But you didn't have any sense of participation, so that when you woke up, you felt that you were not that saint at all, because you couldn't do that at all. I can't accept that kind of ending, is it like this?"

I began to suspect that this woman could really read minds.

After hesitating for a while, I finally nodded.

"...That's right. The memories of the past are all false and vague."

"If judged from this perspective, I am indeed not the real King Arthur. I am a liar, a liar. My mouth is full of lies, and my actions are completely dishonest... And I am not an ordinary liar, I am a big liar."

I look into her eyes.Those golden vertical pupils stared blankly at the ceiling, and there was an ironic smile on the corner of her mouth—it was a irony to herself, but she didn't know whether she was laughing at her former self or her own existence itself.

From this point of view, she really has the temperament of the big villains in the story.

However, no matter what her expression was, it was true that her words made me even more confused.

So, I opened my mouth and asked: "...Alas? But aren't you still a dragon? Can't all this be false?"

"Whether it's true or not is not an important thing..." She paused, stopped the obscure long speech, and replaced it with an easy-to-understand long speech: "Or you can think so. The reason why I am still King Arthur is because of Maude Red is still by my side—now, I am her King Arthur alone. If Morgan and Merlin also come, I will be the King Arthur of the three of them. If... If even the knights come, if they still recognize me This king, then I am also their King Arthur... At any other time, I am Biandu Youya, a transfer student from the private Jialiang Academy with a special physique. It is barely the reincarnation of King Arthur? Since it is reincarnation, Although there are karma from previous lives, they are not the same person after all.”

"Is that so... so... that's the way it is."

I can feel that she is not satisfied with King Arthur's life.

Yes, I can clearly feel that her emotion is not regret or pain, but "dissatisfaction".This is my ability as a witch.It's the same thing as just now when I sensed that she was tired.This is the insight that witches have.

Things were done, but not done well.I tried my best, but I didn't do my best.The passing line was barely reached, but it was still far from my expectations.It is indeed a great achievement, but this achievement has not been recognized by enough people.This kind of dissatisfaction is not because I underestimate myself, but because I simply feel that this is not something worthy of praise.It's not that I have any doubts about my ability, but looking back now, I think that I should have been able to do better.

However, I don't understand why this woman has such emotions, just like I don't understand why this woman is tired.

Human thinking takes time.That woman thought my thinking was a kind of silence, so she told me instead: "Your name is Jona Amano. You are also a transfer student from the high school of the private Jialiang Academy. What the world recognizes is yours." This name, this identity. Whether it's a witch or a saint, Jeanne Darc's life is over and has become a part of history. It's like a dry pond, although there are still traces, but the water is no longer there. It can't be called a pond anymore."

This is what speaks to me.It was also speaking to herself.

Or, because she thinks I look like her now, she wants to take me by her side?

Although the methods are very rough, the words are also very irritating, and they are more terrifying than demons when coercing people, but... Maybe this woman is really as she said, really out of good intentions?

I wanted to continue asking questions, but unexpectedly, she started to urge me instead.

"It's already eleven o'clock, go to bed. You've been wandering for so many days, it's time to take a good rest." She pointed to the door, and then explained in detail how to use the "air conditioner" devices, where to drink clean water, where is the toilet and other small problems in life.Because it is too detailed, I always feel that she will make a battle plan like this.

Finally, after she finished speaking, I mustered up the courage and said to the woman, "...one last question."

However, Mordred suddenly stood up as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, looked very angry, and yelled at me in a very loud voice: "What are you asking! Ask tomorrow! My sister and I are going to bed , you should sleep too!"

She was literally warning me not to ask very sensitive questions or she'd have my blood splattered on the spot in no time.

I look at the woman.Her expression was still so calm, calm to indifferent, and she didn't say anything about it.

I opened my mouth.In the end, he swallowed his doubts back into his stomach.

After all, that question seems really inappropriate to ask at this time...

Chapter Fourteen: No Place for the Soul

How do ordinary people spend their weekends?

Have an appointment to hang out with friends?Stay home and play video games for two days?Or just simply go shopping?

However, these leisure things have nothing to do with me.I was very busy all day Saturday.

Because Mordred and the Witch are different from me.The memory of my previous life has been blurred, but it is still easy to adapt to the 21st century. All the objects have a feeling of deja vu. With a little analysis, the names and uses can be recalled.Walking on the street, I kept talking while buying all kinds of things, explaining them in a way they could understand.As for them, they finally lost all their scruples and began to ask questions.As long as it is something you don't know, start asking me.

Many times, walking down the street, I stop inexplicably.It's not that I don't want to go on, but I'm wrapped in a strong sense of exhaustion.I seem to be back on my lonely journey to Rome, I seem to be back on the battlefield of Camlan, I seem to be back at the beginning, hiding behind the big trees, hiding from the knight who killed my mother and grandma, until the darkness is gone , until drizzling.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, I really felt too tired, so I proposed to go home.When I got home, the clock stopped at 5:33, and I collapsed on the sofa, unable to move.This kind of exhaustion that exhausted everything made me feel like I went back to the very beginning of the Holy Grail War. I was summoned here, and I became King Arthur, pretending to be that king, and continuing the king's life.

I'm starting to miss Morgan and Merlin.Although Merlin is a woman who likes to boast, at least she can share my pressure.Morgan has good taste and won't fall into the difficulty of choosing when shopping.

However, none of them came over. I don't know if they couldn't come or there were other reasons.And there is one more day like this, which is tomorrow.I have to contact the landlord tomorrow, and continue to wander around to investigate if there is anything unusual about this city.

The ingredients have been bought, but I don't want to cook at all.There are still two mouths to eat, however, to do anyway.After walking for a day, explaining for a day, and being tired for a day, I don't want to move at all, but there are important people around me, so I have to act no matter what.

I am indeed born again, indeed I am no longer King of Britain, but life still seems to have changed nothing.

So much so that I regret it now...

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Mordred's questioning voice made me adjust from these messy thoughts.

I took a breath cautiously, managed to burn out the strength, and said to her softly——

"It's nothing... a little uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Mordred suddenly panicked.As far as she can remember, I should never have been uncomfortable. "Sister, do you...do you want to see a doctor?"

"The body is fine, just a little tired, just rest for a while."

"elder sister……"

"I'm fine... Makoto, I'm really fine..."

I waved my hand, indicating that I am really fine, indicating that I am really【#

Mordred was still by my side, dazed, breathing rapidly, his eyes constantly wandering around.

She opened her mouth again, wanting to say something.But before she could speak, the witch stopped her: "Hey, you, stop talking. She said it all, didn't you hear? Then let her rest for a while... at least stay alone for a while."

Mordred pursed his lips, eyes red.But she didn't say anything after all, she left the living room and went to her own room.

The witch glanced at me with complicated eyes, so complicated that I couldn't understand them at all, and finally went to her room and closed the door.

I slumped on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and my brain began to recall unconsciously.

When did I start to feel this tired?

Now that I think about it, it should have been last night, right?From the moment I released my own darkness, I had signs of weariness.After eating, I felt tired.Today, this feeling of exhaustion began to increase, and later on, a feeling of exhaustion that could not even breathe was naturally produced.

After confirming this, my thoughts can't help but go back to the past.

But I don't know what happened, maybe there was something wrong with Mordred's sword, which really hurt the brain, and I couldn't remember many things.Even the important things, such as the scene when I played Arturia pulling out the sword of choice, became blurred. I don't remember whether it was noon or sunset at that time.

This feeling is not good. According to the Internet, it should be similar to Alzheimer's disease.

But, at my age, Alzheimer's?

I don't think it's right, but I can't say what's wrong.

My thoughts ran wildly uncontrollably, and for some reason, I went back to a long, long time ago, a memory that should have been forgotten, suddenly appeared in my mind, allowing me to capture a piece of memory from the previous life of the previous life.

It was an ordinary night and I got home very late.My body is tired, but my mind is relaxed.For there is a little life that awaits me and welcomes me.I played with it for a long time, from late night to early morning, and then because it was so late, I had to sleep and wait for the alarm to wake me up the next day.

That little life should be the pet I raised, right?

Working outside alone, I can't think of anything else that takes up a lot of my time other than pets.

Is that little life a cat or a dog?

It must be a cat, right?If it's a dog, I have to take it out for a walk every day, so I don't have the time, right?If it is a pet such as a hamster or a tortoise, it probably does not need to spend so much time. It only needs to change the water and food every day, and it is impossible to wait for me at the door and greet me.

So, what kind of cat is it?Since I went back very late, I shouldn't be a rich man at that time, right?