Artoria the Big Liar

Of course, I'm not a fool.After returning to the room, I did close the door.But I stood at the door, leaning against the door with my chest folded, eavesdropping on what these two people were talking about—not really eavesdropping.With the strength of the two of them, they must know that I am listening.If they really don't want to talk, then I'm sure I don't know anything.Moreover, the sound insulation effect of this building is surprisingly good. If they deliberately lowered the sound, I would not be able to hear clearly.

After a long time, I stood there for at least 5 minutes, and it was Mordred who couldn't help it first.

"Father..."

"Mordred... Could it be that you believe what she said?" The woman paused for a moment before continuing: "What should I say, I have already said it on the first day here? Do you want me to repeat it? one more time?"

"Just now... what happened to the father?"

"Just like I said, a little tired. There is no problem physically, and there is no problem mentally."

"Then tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow I will rest at home for a while. Mordred wants to go out, so go out. I may not be able to keep up."

"I see, father..."

"Let's eat the food first. Although it's cold, it should be finished."

Then, neither of them spoke anymore.

I lay on the bed, turned on the TV, and switched channels aimlessly.

When it was almost eleven o'clock at night, I opened the door.

The door was open, and Mordred's door was open—she couldn't sleep.

Walking through the corridor to the elevator waiting area, Mordred was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, standing on the edge of the balcony, with his arms against the railing, looking into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

I came to her side, with my left arm resting casually against the railing, looking at the city in the dark like her.

Mordred knew I was here, but she didn't look at me, she didn't move.

Although he was as vicious as a hungry lion before, Mordred is surprisingly easy to get along with now.

At least that's how I feel.

So, looking at the lights of the moving cars and blowing the finally cooler wind, I asked Mordred: "So, can you tell me now? What happened in Kamran?" ?”

I waited for a long time, but she didn't speak, it seemed that she didn't want to say anything.

This doesn't bother me, since I don't want to talk about it, then let me talk about it - she will always talk about it.

"I remember that in the legend, you and Arthur died together, right? You wounded Arthur's head, and Arthur pierced your body with a spear. Then you both died in Camlan. Although King Arthur went The legend of Avalon recuperating, but the veracity of that legend is really doubtful—I came here only after I died, and I think you should be the same.”

"These have nothing to do with you."

There was only indifference in Mordred's voice, but no anger, which made me feel a lot more at ease.

If she really wants to kill me here, then I have no ability to resist.

If I really pissed her off and risked my life like this, then I would be at a loss.

So, my attitude was the same as when I was having dinner, and I became arrogant: "Who insisted on pulling me in the night before yesterday? I disagree, but is my disagreement useful? It's not you who pulled me in." Pressed on the ground, and said a bunch of mocking words? Oh, now that something happens to you, you can leave me alone, thinking that I am not worth it? If it is true, I have learned to use bank cards and credit cards anyway No matter how you say it, I won’t die from starvation. At worst, I’ll just leave like this?”

"...I don't know." Sure enough, Mordred didn't think he could solve the woman's knot on his own.

"I don't know? Huh? Since you want to perfuse me so much, I'll ask Arthur." But after thinking about it, it's eleven o'clock now, and the woman was so exhausted that she must have fallen asleep after lying down. So I teased a few more words on purpose: "But is she dreaming now? It's still a nightmare in all likelihood. Even for her sake, I should wake her up, right?"

I also specially waited for Mordred.But this brainless, stupid kid just didn't respond at all.

No way, I left the balcony, really ready to wake up that woman.

"...My father asked me to do this. In the end, she didn't resist."

After only two steps, Mordred couldn't help but tell the truth.

I froze for a while, and only then did I understand what the woman meant by "killing herself".

"Then how did you die? Don't tell me that you stabbed Arthur's gun into your chest."

"That's the truth...it's not wrong..."

"So, what she said was exhausted, she actually didn't want to live, right?"

"...Yes. From very early on, my father has always been in a daze. It should be the exhaustion she said."

"What did you do, that even your own king is going crazy? Or is it that you are rich in mad kings in Britain?"

"Because Britain will drive its king mad. It has been so since the beginning of time. Britain is the island off the mainland, the land where the anchor of the world rests. The Britons have had goblins from the beginning Bloodline, this bloodline evolved into a curse along with the mysterious decline, and only because the anchor of the world locked a part of the mystery, it barely lasted until the fifth century... But in any case, the destruction of Britain is doomed. This Reality, this fate has driven generation after generation of kings crazy, some have abandoned their feelings, and some have accelerated the destruction of Britain, only the father... only the father wants to strive for temporary prosperity."

Now I really understand-I understand why that woman is tired and why she is dissatisfied with herself.

Of course, Mordred, as the person involved, really shouldn't say some things, at least not at this time.

Thinking of this, I involuntarily raised the corner of my mouth, nodded to Mordred, and said, "I probably understand..."

"What do you unserstand?"

"Do you understand how to save your father? If you leave it alone, she will really die."

"You...really know?" There was a light in Mordred's eyes, which was called "Hope".

"Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, watch it tomorrow! Although you father and son are very cruel to me, who am I? I am Jeanne Darc, even if I am a witch, I will not really do anything to you ... Anyway, the food that Arthur cooks is quite good, and he is still qualified as a palace cook, right? For the sake of future life, I should also help out!"

Chapter Sixteen: Self-Knowledge

(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

Went to bed early last night.Naturally, I woke up early today.It was still dark when I woke up, and the phone showed 4:21.

After breakfast, watch TV for a while, time flies very fast.The sky has cleared up and today is another hot day.The person who should wake up has already woken up, bleary-eyed and listless.People who shouldn't have woken up have woken up, full of life and radiating light.

Today's breakfast was very dull, no one made a sound, just said hello as usual.

Halfway through the meal, the witch put down her chopsticks.She rested her chin and her face with her right hand, with a vague smile on the corner of her mouth.The golden eyes stared at me, with the aggression of a predator, it seemed a little... er, charming?

"Choose me to be your princess, Arthur."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the current witch.

From the pair of pupils that are quite similar to me and Mordred, I can't see that there is any joking.

"...Are you serious?"

"Hey, hello. Are you a fool? How can such a thing be true?"

Her words confuse me.I really can't figure out what this perverse woman is thinking.

I stayed silent for the time being and motioned for her to explain clearly.

"Just treat it as acting? How about treating me as your girlfriend or fiancee? Anyway, you have already married Guinevere, so you have experience in this area, right? At least there are no psychological barriers, right? And listen According to Mordred, your relationship with Morgan is not bad, at least you don’t have too many scruples, right?”

"If I don't say a suitable reason, I'm afraid I can't agree."

"Then... Arthur, am I beautiful? Am I beautiful?"

At this moment, a smile bloomed on the corner of the witch's lips, and her golden pupils shone.Obviously her skin color is white, her hair color is white, like a blooming red rose, gorgeous and charming, but because of the thorns on the stem, people instinctively cannot get close, and can only appreciate it from a distance.It seems that she is really a seductive and captivating witch, as if my heart has been captured by her.

But... just as if.If it is an ordinary person, he must be fascinated by the witch, right?But I am different, I have seen more beautiful existences, such as——

"...Not as good as Guinevere. My evaluation is, not as good as Guinevere."

Having said that, besides Guinevere, witches also have the level of Morgan and Merlin.

The witch curled her lips in disappointment, and resumed her normal sitting posture—a very arrogant sitting posture with her legs crossed.

"Ah, that most beautiful woman in all of Britain is also the bane of everything in the legend..."

Although very upset, the witch seemed to be unable to find any other suitable words.After a long time, she smiled again, stared into my eyes, as if she wanted to see through my soul, and asked, "But, Arthur. Guinevere must be gone in this 21st century." ? It is said that she spent the rest of her life in a monastery? In that case, it must be wrong to use her as an evaluation standard, right? Other than her?"

"...It's really beautiful." Speaking of this, I can only tell the truth.

"Then, I must be qualified to be your princess, right?"

"The king's marriage is a combination of political interests, and has nothing to do with whether the princess is beautiful or not."

"But isn't your country destroyed? Do you still have political interests?"

Indeed, Albion has disappeared into legend.The United Kingdom now has almost nothing to do with me.

Even if I was really born and said that Britain would soon be destroyed and that I would come to save Britain, no one would believe or follow—besides, I might not be King Arthur here, if I really did this, I’m afraid I’d have to Fight with the real thing.

But... I'm not a superficial person.Even a tyrant, I have my own insistence.

"Oh...it's really troublesome. How about that? Choose me to be King Arthur's concubine, but not Bian Du Youya's partner, right? This is already the bottom line, and it can't be lowered."

I frowned slightly - this witch was smarter than I imagined, and could even understand the difference between King Arthur and Ben Duyuya.

She doesn't seem to be the kind of illiterate village girl with childish ideas in her mind, but a witch who really seduces people and brings disaster and destruction with her own charm, and has a personality no less than The action power of Clinesed and Medea.

"So... witch, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Cure your heart disease. What else can it be?" Her words made my eyelids twitch, and a bad premonition spread in my heart——and the witch, she still just chuckled: "The witch made a witch Medicine, to cure a warrior’s disease, isn’t this a normal thing? A heart disease needs to be healed with a potion made of emotions. If I don’t become your girlfriend or fiancee, how can I concoct a potion that can cure a heart disease?”

"But... in my opinion, there is no causal relationship between the two."

"Who made the witch's world unreasonable?" The witch's smile became more wanton, and the witch's eyes became more aggressive, which made me unable to look directly at it, and made me dare not face it. "Things that ordinary people consider worthless, such as lettuce, are high-quality potion ingredients in the eyes of the witch. Things that ordinary people consider infinitely valuable, such as courage, are worthless in the eyes of the witch. Arthur, your illness The same is true. The root of your disease is love, so of course you must use love as the raw material to concoct the potion?"

"I..." I couldn't even utter the words to refute.

"Hey, Arthur, you don't want to say you're not sick, do you? You were like this last night, can you still say you're not sick?"

"I have to think things through... I need time."

"Didn't I tell you that it's acting? What else is worth considering? You are a king, have you never watched a court drama before? No matter what the actors on the stage look like, in reality, you can't do it." Is it just a relationship between colleagues? Or you turn on the TV and find any TV station, isn’t it all performing? Have you seen a few actors get married because of acting? Or, do you think the current state is fine, and you don’t need it at all? Tube?"

Of course she doesn't know that, for me, the role of King Arthur is what I play on stage.

}【_ I look at Mordred.Today she was unexpectedly silent, as if she had conspired with the witch long ago.

"Mordred, what do you think?"

"I..." Mordred opened his mouth and quickly lowered his head. "Sorry, Father, I don't know..."

That is to really collude with the witch—at least, she knows that the witch will take action today.

That is to say, in her cognition, I will, as the witch said, when exhaustion cannot be dispelled, I will be relieved in a way of self-destruction.Because she feels that since I have done such a thing, it is very likely to do it a second time.

It made me a little disappointed, a little frustrated.Because the most important people around me began to disbelieve me.

"Mordred, do you think... I would really choose to self-destruct without saying anything?"

Before Mordred could answer, the witch began to make jokes: "Okay, what are you doing, it's just acting, what's the point? How can you make it look like you're really going to be your fiancée? Arthur, you also Don't think about it, what did you do to me the night before? The feud between us hasn't been settled yet, how could I shamelessly flatter you? Do you really think your food is so delicious? It's cheaper than the ones sold in restaurants. Not even close! Not to mention a high standard restaurant!"

"This is what I can't understand... Witch, why do you want to cure my heart disease?"

"I was just involved. You insisted on letting me live here, and you forced me to come here. Now that I'm here, I can't just watch from the sidelines and do nothing, right?"

"So, your goal is still to kill me?"

"Leave it alone and you will die yourself. Do I have to do this?"

That's a strong reason—since my kindness is unconditional, so is hers.She only answered my doubts in the form of rhetorical questions out of some inexplicable reserve and pride.

After hesitating and thinking for a while, I made a judgment—or rather, a promise.

"I won't die..."

Before I finished my promise, I was interrupted by the witch. Her tone became sarcastic, like a real Frenchman.

"No, you're going to die, Arthur. No matter how hard you endure, the people around you will eventually have a time when they can't bear it. At that time, you really can only do nothing like Kamran, quietly How about you greet death quietly, and leave the wailing, broken people lying on your corpse? How should I put it... Although you are very strict with people you don’t know, but you have already treated the people around you. It has reached the point of being infinitely tolerant. If you don’t change this stinking problem, you will die eventually, and you will die a miserable death—you don’t really think that the cause of your death is something messy or something else?”

Speaking of this, I really have nothing to say.

All I can do is keep silent.

However, the witch still looked relaxed, as if it was a big deal.

"It's just acting. It's the first step in the witch's process of preparing the potion, which is to extract the raw materials. After the raw materials are extracted, the potion is made. You take it, and the medicine will keep you cured."

After thinking about it, I asked again: "Then... what is your potion? I mean, how does it achieve its healing effect?"

The witch smiled recklessly, like a red rose blooming to the extreme, tempting me, bewildering me, trying to make me make mistakes—it seemed that she felt that I would definitely agree.She said softly, "Is it the Forgotten Potion?"

"Forget?" Hearing this word, my heart was suddenly pulled.

"Arthur, do you have memories of your previous life?"

"Don't you have it too?"