Artoria the Big Liar

"Are you still a man like this? Do you still want Illya to have the same ending as her mother? Tell me, Emiya Kiritsugu, tell me with your actions—that kind of future is what you expect Is it?"

The speed of speech is gentle, the tone is cold, and there is no emotion.I am less and less like King Arthur.

Finally, Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath——

The next moment, I was inside the Great Holy Grail.

Irisviel in full dress smiled at me, but the long skirt was polluted by pitch black, but the smile was a little crazy.

I responded with the same smile, flat, peaceful, and calm, it seemed that the corners of my mouth were forced into an arc.

My smile with her only lasted for a moment

I saw Irisviel in all her costumes smiling at me, and I smiled back, as I've been doing for a month now.It's just that the smile only lasted for a moment, and a fiery energy gathered from my heart (spiritual core).

The heat turned into light, breaking through all the shackles.

The story ends, the stage ends, and the actors leave.

I am at peace.

Chapter Two Fear of Loss

(This chapter is from a third-person perspective.)

died.

All are dead.

The leaders, the rebels, the king's army, and the aliens from the other side of the sea were all dead.

Those who deserve to die, those who don't, those who are human and those who are not, all died in this rebellion.

The corpses covered the entire land, the blood coagulated into black lumps, and the leaves and weeds were all withered and yellow.

The glorious royal city fell into boundless darkness.Both the living and the dead are swallowed up by this darkness.

The only thing that is still alive, the only thing that can move is the monster in the center of the royal city, the culprit who caused this death.

That monster killed King Uther, took away King Uther's crown, and sat alone on a stone-cut throne, more monster than all monsters, darker than the blackest darkness, obviously as petite as a girl His body was as dry as a dying old man, as if he had lost all vigor and vitality.

This monster claimed to be Vortigern, and claimed to be King Uther's "elder brother". It brought the aliens who came across the sea, contacted some greedy nobles, and initiated the rebellion.

The rebellion succeeded.However, this is not the success of the aliens, nor the success of the nobles.

This is a success that only belongs to Vortigerm.The darkness it erupted devoured all life, brought death like a god, turned the glorious royal city into hell, and gradually eroded this barren land.

Outside the king's city, the rebels were fleeing, the king's army was fleeing, and the alien race was also fleeing.

It's like an animal that senses that a fire is spreading and an earthquake is about to happen, fleeing the forest just to survive.

The new king sits on the throne, except for the stolen crown and scepter, and the stone throne under her body, she has nothing.

The empty golden vertical pupil looked at the horizon at the end through the smashed door, as empty as a dead body.

Or, it is a dead body, but the body can still move, but the heart is still beating...

Her soul, the soul of despair, had accepted its own death.

——The moment she sat on the throne, she was already dead.

……

……

Two days later.

Thirty kilometers away from Wangcheng, there is a dilapidated log cabin.

It was probably built temporarily by hunters for rest. The wooden house is very small, only one and a half meters high, and only about two meters long and wide. From the beginning of construction, it can only be used as a dwelling place.Moreover, this wooden house has been abandoned for a long time, half of the wooden boards fell off, and the wind and rain leaked.

In the wooden house, curled up a girl, about seven years old.His long blond hair was disheveled, muddy and knotted.The clothes made of linen are full of patches, or they are just clothes made of all kinds of waste linen and sewn together.

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She was curled up in the corner of the cabin, her eyes were closed, her brows were tightly frowned, her face was pale, and there was an abnormal redness on her cheeks.

Because of the darkness created by Vortigern, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the day was as dark as night, the rain kept falling, and the howling wind was like the cry of ghosts, trying to escape from the royal city and the monster sitting on the throne.

There was no food left in the house, and all the food was used by the king to prepare for the war.During the duration of the rebellion, the people of the village lived on bark, grass roots, ants, and all kinds of edible things.The land tax has been paid in advance until 20 years later, the poll tax is counted even by the grandfather, the men who join the army join the army, and those who do labor work do labor. Only women are left in the village, and even the children are requisitioned.

However, the fleeing soldiers did not believe it.Their home is not here, their home is far away.In order to be able to return home, they thought they had to live.It takes strength to escape, and to have strength you need to eat.They were so hungry that they didn't believe the words of the remaining women in the village. If they didn't hand over the food, they would kill people and feed their hunger with human flesh.

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died.

All are dead.

Mother, grandma, people in the village...everyone the girl knew died.

The fleeing soldiers were no longer human beings, but turned into monsters like Vortigern, coming from the nightmare.

The girl escaped.Hiding in the hut his father once built for hunting, he waited for death.

Death is coming soon.The wind and rain took away the girl's body temperature.She has a high fever and will die soon if not treated.In this situation, no one will heal her.Her fate, like that of the people of the British Isles, was sealed.

She fell asleep, sleeping in the cold and lonely cabin.

It was as quiet as a well-crafted puppet, and there was no more hunger, fear and suffering.

……

……

- It should be like this.

This is how the girl should have died.

After some time, she opened her eyes.

The emerald-like verdant pupils turned into dragon-like golden vertical pupils.

The long golden hair gradually lost its faded color and turned into silver with only a little bit of gold remaining.

The skin that was reddened by the high fever gradually became as white as death, almost transparent, and even the veins were clearly discernible.

The wounds cut by the hard grass and bushes gradually disappeared, and even the wounded cocoons returned to the smoothness of a princess.

The girl looked around blankly, unable to determine whether she was still alive, until she pressed her wrist with her thumbnail and felt a slight pain, she finally sat up and exhaled heavily.

Then, speaking a language that did not belong to this land, she began to talk to herself.

Then, she slowly checked her own status, and then slowly checked the status of the surrounding environment through the gaps and gaps in the wooden house. After confirming that it was safe, she sighed heavily and continued talking to herself.

"The scabbard of the holy sword is integrated with me. The holy sword itself can be taken out at any time. It's just... what happened to this body? How did it become so small? It should be about six years old, right? The loss is too great So is it smaller? And why is it so thin? It’s all skinny. Wasn’t King Arthur fostered in Sir Hector’s home since he was a child? How could he be so malnourished?”

The girl didn't have an answer to the question she asked, and she couldn't figure out why.

No one answered her, the wooden house was as silent as a tomb buried ten meters underground.

She was confused for a while, dazed for a while, and finally stood up.

Now, she will settle down as soon as she comes—that is, solve the immediate problem first.

The body was recovered from death, but she was hungry.It's not the kind of hunger with a rumbling stomach, or the kind of hunger that feels like you can eat a cow, but the kind that you can no longer feel the existence of your stomach, your limbs are completely exhausted, your brain is dizzy, your whole body is stiff and dull, Hunger that is close to coma or only occasionally awakens from coma, hunger that is about to starve to death.

The girl stood up unsteadily, and pushed open the door of the cabin.

The sky was still as dark as night, the wind continued to howl and blow, and the rain was still pattering.

After a few steps, she fell on the grass.The water on the grass soaked her clothes, and a cold feeling stimulated her whole body.It's as if it wasn't late spring in Britain but a harsh winter in Siberia.

Staggering and standing up again, the girl had to come to a tree and sat down indecently.

"It's really unlucky... It looks like I'm going to die again soon. But there's no way. If no one saves me, I will die... But, why do I, a dead soul, have to experience death one after another? Is this punishment? Think Do not understand……"

After speaking, the girl shook her head.

She knew that her state was wrong.

To put it bluntly, it's facing death calmly.

To put it bluntly, this is a complete mess with no desire to survive.

The girl just sat by the big tree, looking at the overly dark sky until she was lost in thought.

It's just that Britain is not a land where girls are allowed to be fascinated.

The girl heard a sound, a heavy sound, metal clattering, and there was no pattern at all. It seemed that the old man was dying, or that he was so hungry that even walking became a difficult thing like her.

Almost instantly, the girl feels all of herself【 #

At the same time, memories that did not belong to me emerged in my mind - a few heavily armed soldiers put their swords on the necks of the old man and the woman, and roared loudly.Then there was the woman's scream, and then silence, leaving only the bright red that merged with the rain, the dead body that could no longer make a sound, and myself in panic, running away in the wilderness.

The murderer overlapped with the sound of footsteps, and the scream overlapped with the sound of armor colliding.

Boundless terror broke out in the girl's heart.

She broke out with all her strength, moved her body, and hid behind the tree.

Then he covered his mouth, curled up into a ball, and desperately lowered his breath, like a mouse hiding in a burrow, quietly waiting for the terrible predator to leave from his hole.

The rain had stopped, all the animals had fled, and the wilderness was eerily quiet.

So, in the girl's world, the sound of her heart beating was extremely loud, and even her pulse was creaking.

Getting closer, closer... The sound of armor colliding while walking was getting closer.

The girl's heart reached her throat.Time is very slow, extremely slow, almost stagnant.

"Om-"

The girl's body shook violently, and she instinctively took a breath of air.

This is not really hearing the sound, but the physiological tinnitus produced by the girl under extreme panic.

Then the cabin collapsed.The sound of wood falling to the ground was like a bomb detonating in the wilderness.

The girl heard voices... did hear voices, it was impossible not to hear voices this loud.

But... Then, she couldn't hear any sound, and all the sounds disappeared in her world.

Even, she couldn't feel the wind, couldn't feel the cold, all the feelings disappeared completely, and there was nothing left.

It was as if she was not living in reality, but living in a dream—no monsters, no enemies, only emotions made of fear, despair, cruelty, and numbness, an illusory dream that only a little feeling remained after waking up.

In such nightmares, the girl froze like a mouse caught by a cat.

The owner of the footsteps was pacing around, trying to make out footprints on the ground—the girl was motionless.

The owner of the footsteps kicked the block viciously—the girl remained motionless.

The owner of the footsteps sat down, breathing heavily—the girl remained motionless.

Time passed in the real world, but completely stagnated in the girl's world.

I don't know how long it took...

I don't know how long it took.

Time flows again in the girl's world.

The sky is completely dark, the stars are shining in the sky, the insects are singing again, and the night owl is whispering continuously.

The stiff body stood up reluctantly, and the golden vertical pupil looked around in a panic.

The footprints on the ground are clearly identifiable, and the owner of the footprints has indeed left to go to the avenue built by the Romans.

The cabin was violently dismantled, and the pieces of wood were scattered all over the place, becoming ruins.

It is safe around, no murderous monsters, no hungry beasts.

Finally, the girl leaned on the tree and took a deep breath with all her strength.

The air smelled of mud after the rain, which made the girl feel peaceful.

"...It's exactly the same as what I said at the beginning."

The girl was talking to herself, with a hint of bitterness like a soup on the corner of her mouth.

"What did I say at the beginning...it seemed to be when I was drinking with Gilgamesh and Iskandar. I said, I am different from these natural kings. I have experienced the most extreme hunger, and I have witnessed Ever since I lost my adoptive parents and grandmother and almost starved to death in the wilderness at the age of eight, I have lost the sense of 'fear' and the ability to read people's hearts - exactly the same , it's really not bad at all..."