Artoria the Big Liar

In this way, my brain began to think about it irresistibly.

I began to picture the cat in my mind, I began to think about whether it was fat or thin, I began to imagine what color it was, and I began to see its eyes like a dream—a pair of emerald green eyes, It's sparkling and moving, and the pupils dilate into a pair of circles at night in low light, which seems very cute. It seems that as long as I look at those eyes, I will become very happy.

I seem to be happier all of a sudden.Before I knew it, a smile appeared on the corners of my mouth.

But I instinctively felt something was wrong, but I didn't know what was wrong... I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't tell whether it was fat or thin, or I didn't know its color, and I couldn't even imagine a rough outline.It was as if it was a dream, a dream I had a long time ago.Upon waking up, the dream is quickly forgotten.Now I suddenly remembered, dreaming about the appearance of that dream, imagining the appearance of the things in the dream—but it was a dream after all, and there was only a hazy feeling in the dream, and there was no appearance at all.

So, recalling here, it suddenly came to an abrupt end.The impact perceived by the brain is no longer the broken fragment, but what the eyes see now—the pure white, blank ceiling.

Taking a deep breath, he turned on the phone, and the number on it was 18:21.

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Then, as if I suddenly remembered something, I looked at the wall clock on the wall, and the pointer was also 18:21.

Barely supporting my body, I stood up and walked to the kitchen with some staggering steps.

Turn on the range hood and cut the ingredients in the air like a cartoon.

Then according to the data on the recipe, put it into a wok and process it into edible food.

They are all stir-fried dishes that can be prepared quickly, saving worry and effort.When the rice is steamed and the seaweed and egg drop soup is cooked, the twelve stir-fried dishes are just finished.Then, I carefully carried the plate, and with some staggering steps, I brought the soup to the table by myself.After the rice, vegetables, and soup were all placed, I sat on a chair and stared at my results in a daze.

At this time, I should call Mordred and Jeanne and tell them that the meal is ready and ready to eat.

But because of that exhausted feeling, my mind didn't think of anything, just let the time flow slowly.

This time the dazed time was very short, I instinctively looked at the phone and then at the wall clock, only 4 minutes had passed.

So, I took a deep breath, stood up with all my strength, and knocked on the door of the witch's room first.She didn't like me so I didn't say anything.She should understand what I mean by knocking on the door.

Then, he went to the door of Mordred's room and knocked.At this time, I should say something like "Matou, the meal is ready, let's come out and eat".However, as soon as the words came to his lips, he was really speechless.

Even waking up in Avalon, even lying in Morgan's arms, I could still smirk and say comforting words to her.

Now everything has stabilized, but I can't say anything anymore. It's like suddenly suffering from aphasia, the function of speaking is taken away, and I can't even organize decent sentences in my brain. Mordred was confused.

After a moment of hesitation, I retreated to the dining table and sat down again in the chair.

Then, like a machine, like sleepwalking, he swallowed the food into his mouth.

I'm very talented in cooking. Today's stir-fried dishes are not bad, especially the hot and sour cabbage is very appetizing.The seaweed egg drop soup is also very good, neither too salty nor too light.The taste and aroma of fried meat are outstanding, not worse than those in restaurants.

However, as I couldn't speak to Mordred, I couldn't eat--after a little bit, I couldn't eat anymore.It's not that you don't have an appetite, it's not that it doesn't taste good, it's not that you feel full.It's just that the consciousness feels that it doesn't want to eat anymore, so the body stops eating. There seems to be no other reason, it's just a matter of course.

Soon, Jeanne came out of her room.She glanced at me, pursed her lips, and tried to speak, but said nothing.Then came Mordred.Her eye circles were red and her eyelids were swollen, as if she had cried a lot.

I sat on a chair and looked at them. For some reason, I felt like I was looking at a stranger.

Yes, that is the feeling of seeing strangers.

The familiar feeling is peeled off little by little, the memories of the past are gradually fading away, and the brain seems to be rusted, unable to think. Obviously they are sitting in front of my eyes, but I always feel that they are far, far away from me.

I want to fake a smile, but the muscles in my face don't work, I can only move my lips, I can't let the corners of my mouth rise.

I wanted to say something comforting, but my mouth seemed to be sealed and I couldn't open it at all.

what should I do now?How can I stop this state?

Thinking of this, my rusty brain started to move slowly again, and I gradually returned from the past to the present.

——Since you can’t do it, let’s try to play her.

This thought popped into my head.

Then, as if by a miracle, I regained control of my body.

My brain finally became active, my appetite, my ability to speak, and my perception of the two people in front of me all returned.Even though the process was exhausting, as if the soul had been forced into a small space, the result was exactly what I hoped for—I became me again.

Taking a breath imperceptibly, I can finally say to the two of them——

"... Mordred, and the witch, it's time to eat. If you don't eat, the food will be cold."

However, neither of them moved their chopsticks, just sat in front of me and just looked into my eyes.

It's just that one frowns tightly and the other purses his mouth.One is angry and one is sad.

"Why?" Finally, the angry witch broke the silence first.

"Why?" I don't understand.

"Why do you close your heart?" The witch seemed even more angry.

"...What are you talking about? What is closing your heart?" I seem to be... more at a loss.

"You can't lie to me. You took the initiative to close your heart. It's been like this since you came back."

That feeling is to close one's heart?

Hearing what the witch said, I frowned slightly, and began to think about the specific problems of the witch.

But as soon as I started thinking, the witch couldn't wait to change the question.

"I asked a question yesterday, and I want to know the answer."

"There are some questions that even I don't know the answers to."

That's all I can say - I seem to be evading the question.

Yes, it is to escape.I don't want to face it, I dare not face it.And this escape runs through King Arthur's life.

The witch's expression immediately turned fierce: "I don't know? It's because you don't want to face that problem! You have never dared to face it! And you also know that there is no benefit in continuing to procrastinate! Maybe one day, you can't bear it anymore, I will find a sword, or just use the kitchen knife in the kitchen, and chop myself up!" Mordred was impatient, but the witch glared at Mordred back fiercely. "Mordred, I wanted to ask this out yesterday, but you still beat me! Don't you yourself know how serious this problem is? Even you want to keep procrastinating, so that this woman will not know which day she will jump from a tall building! "

Mordred opened his mouth.The witch's words triggered that memory of Kamran.Even though Mordred was extremely arrogant last night, she has always looked arrogant and arrogant during the day, but she still flinched after all—she and I are avoiding that problem, neither wanting to face it nor daring to face it .

Then, the witch set her sights on me.The situation was suddenly reversed, and a sense of fear spread in my heart.

"Answer me! Artoria Pendragon! Answer my question! You know what I want to ask!"

"I……"

What is the problem?What problem keeps me avoiding it?

What is it that made me and Mordred dare not face it, so it was revealed?

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"I……"

It's just that those words don't mention a major premise at all, and that major premise is the root of the problem.

What is that major premise?What exactly is the root of that problem?

I actually knew it from the beginning, right?Actually, you understood it during the Holy Grail War, right?

That is not the "sacrifice" I mentioned to Emiya Kiritsugu at all.

That's not what I meant by "paving the way" to Mordred at all.

It is not my goal to blow up the Holy Grail with my own spiritual base, but to completely destroy my own spiritual base.

The sacrifice is just a play on words, Emiya Kiritsugu is my Master, I forced him to end his journey with a Command Seal.

In Camlan, it was I who told Mordred to cut off my neck, and it was I who begged her in the expedition to Rome to end my life some day in the future.

The words I said to her a few days ago, such as blood, fate, etc., are basically excuses, excuses for me to prevaricate.

Emiya Kiritsugu is my sword, with which I ended my life.

Mordred was my sword with which I took my own life.

And, most importantly, why did I say that in Avalon, when the power of prophecy was in effect?

That's right...

can't go wrong...

"The person who killed me was myself..."

Chapter Fifteen: The Witch's Trick

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

What's the meaning?WTF?Killed himself?

Not self-injury in pursuit of liberation, but self-inflicted as an enemy【".

What are you kidding?There must be a limit to lying, right?How can it be like this?

I couldn't understand it, I couldn't agree with it, I couldn't figure out what was going on.

I looked at Mordred.She bowed her head, her bangs covering her eyes so I couldn't see her emotion through them.But I didn't see her crying - she had been crying in her room for a long time, why didn't she cry now that she heard the answer?

I want to see that woman.But for some reason, maybe I was really scared. I didn't dare to look her directly in the eyes, and I could only roughly analyze it from those small movements.She... is actually very peaceful in her heart?But why is it so peaceful at this time?Shouldn't it be a big mood swing?Shouldn't it be sad, blue, and lonely?

I can't understand, I really can't understand.

Looking at the completely different reactions of these two Britons, I came to a conclusion.

Crazy, both of them, and all of Britain.The two sides who love each other kill each other, and the two who are loved want to kill themselves. The thing called love will only bring pain to everyone, until finally it is not clear whether it is love or hate, or what it is, and everything Pushed to destruction, everyone died in the end, nothing was left, and even history became a legend.

"Let's eat first, it's all in the past anyway."

This woman, this terrible woman, can still say these words calmly at this time.

And what about Mordred?She actually started eating with peace of mind as if nothing had happened.

This atmosphere makes me uncomfortable—what should I say at this time?Anyway, something should be said, right?

Thinking of this, I took a deep breath and finally looked directly into the woman's eyes.

Her fatigue has completely disappeared, and those golden vertical pupils seem to be like a windless lake, too calm, abnormally calm.It's almost like a different person... It's almost like going from a broken person to a normal King Arthur again.

"What happened in the past? If it's really all in the past, what would you look like today, just now?"

My tone couldn't help but sneer.Because I think I have the right to mock.Obviously I was the one who was burned to death, but the woman in front of me was even more burned than me, and she didn't even have the strength to support her soul to continue, it was simply ironic.

This woman chuckled—it was a fake smile, so fake it couldn't be more fake, like a mask, hiding her heart.

"What else? What else can I do? What can all of us do?"

"Who are you fooling! No! Are you fooling yourself? You said you were reincarnated, you said you passed away! You are simply avoiding your past, you just don't want to face it! Those things have indeed passed away, But you actually understand that those things are still going on, and you have no ability to solve them yourself. So..."

"What do you know, you bastard!" Mordred immediately stood up, staring at me viciously, angry like a lion cub: "Who do you think you are? You have the right to use this tone to the king say!?"

"You bastard, do you really think I dare not kill you?" Mordred was so aggressive that it seemed real.

Then, my words were even more mocking: "Is it better to kill me? If you kill me, you will disobey your father's order. If you kill me, you will really become that rebellious knight. Do you have the guts to do that?" Are you courageous? You, a brat who has been hiding behind your father and will never grow up, what right do you have to say that to me? Adult conversations, just stay aside!"

Mordred gritted his teeth, and the face that was very similar to that woman was completely distorted.

Anyway, the woman was still sitting there, and Mordred couldn't do anything anyway, so I spread my hands and looked at the woman.

The woman sighed and said, "Okay, I already know and understand. There is no need to continue." After a pause, she continued: "Thank you for your kindness, witch. But, this It's my own business. Maybe it has something to do with you, but after all it doesn't matter much. There is an old saying in China called 'It's hard for an honest official to judge a housework'. There are twists and turns in it, and it's hard for me to explain it clearly to you in correct words."

In order to appear more arrogant, after listening to this woman's words, my body leaned back, my arms rested on the back of the chair, and my legs were even crossed, in a state of falling from behind at any time.

"You haven't forgotten that I am a witch, Arthur? But you just know that I am a witch, and you don't understand what a witch is, right? Well, now, let me tell you—the so-called witches all have their own special abilities. My witch ability is mind-reading? Of course, it’s not really mind-reading, but the ability to perceive the other party’s feelings. Arthur Pendragon, no matter what you think, but your feelings are open, I can see it clearly!"

Just by looking into the other person's eyes, I can feel the other person's emotion.

Although it is not possible to understand what the other person is thinking, it is enough to understand the feelings.

After all, how do you say that sentence... The so-called human is a creature driven by emotion.

But after listening to my words, this woman actually laughed, even contemptuously!

"But, witch, it's just feelings after all. Facts and feelings don't necessarily match."

"Forget it, since you said so, anyway, I'm moving out tomorrow. You can solve the Pendragon matter yourself." Afterwards, I looked at Mordred, and used the witch's unique sonication : "However, I still want to advise. Mordred, if you still do nothing like this and just listen to that guy's instructions, then you just wait for the ending-she will definitely pick three It is the most convenient way to jump off the edge of a building with more than ten floors."

Although Mordred was still staring at me, his eyes eventually became terrified and blurred.

I spread my hands again, continued to sit here majestically, took a piece of cabbage with chopsticks, and ate it.

"Ah, the food is really cold, so you have to eat it quickly. I didn't expect that your craftsmanship is not bad. You clearly ordered the king of a country before."

With that said, I finished my portion and went back to my room.

Before I left my seat, this close relative, who was more like a mother and daughter than a father and son, didn't move my chopsticks.