Artoria the Big Liar

"Please, it's already this time, you still play stupid with me?"

That refers to the memory of my previous life, that is, when I was an ordinary person.

Although most of them have been forgotten, I still have some memories, otherwise I would not be able to adapt to this era so quickly.

"Did Mordred tell you?"

"No? I know it myself. After all, you are so familiar with this era, which is not in line with common sense. Obviously, you used to be a person who lived in this era, and then something happened, and you retained your memory. That's why he became King Arthur."

I frowned, half guessing and half curiously asking: "...Who are you? Are you really Jeanne Darc?"

"Surely not. No matter how you think about it, right?" The witch spread her hands, as if she felt that the question I asked was very stupid. "This name is just a disguise, just a code name, I believe you know it? My memory is all fake, how can this name be real? But, what is my name, even I don't know. Maybe one day, maybe never. But so what? This is what makes me different from you - I am me, I am sure of it, no matter how the memory changes, I am not will change."

I took a long breath and said, "About that question...you already know the answer, do you need me to repeat it?"

The witch nodded in satisfaction, and continued to explain her potion: "This potion is very simple, as long as you forget all the memories of the things you loved in your previous life, and accept the identity of Arthur Pendragon completely, your The illness will be cured. After that, you won't feel tired, you won't have the idea that it's hard to live, and you won't have the stupid idea of ​​"one man's king". You will accept your past, and you will accept your present , you will accept all who love you, instead of rejecting everything outside your heart."

Do you forget all the things you loved in your previous life...

The memory of my previous life has disappeared without a trace. I have forgotten my name, my parents’ appearance, everything, leaving only a blank space. It seems that all the things I love have been forgotten, not at all. What kind of potion do I need to take...

... No, that's not the case, there is a thing, a person, and I haven't forgotten it.

In a trance, I saw a small life.

In the middle of the night, I opened the door and put the shoes on the shoe rack.The little life raised its head, opened its round eyes, acted affectionately, and rubbed against my leg.

At this moment, it is extremely cute.

At this moment, I am extremely happy.

Then, out of nowhere, a surge of emotion exploded inside—I was dead.The cause of death has been forgotten, but I have been dead for a long time.If I die like this, will it starve?Will it be driven away by the landlord and become a stray cat?Get hurt, get sick, have a bad time?Will you be run over by a vehicle while crossing the road, or get into a fight with another stray cat that will leave you with many scars?

I don't know, I dare not imagine.As long as I think of this, my heart hurts as if I have been dug away, and my eyes are sore uncontrollably—but no tears can flow out.

However, on the other side, the so-called "rationality" was calculating and evaluating indifferently——what the witch said was not wrong.My heart was closed from very early on.It seems that he is very kind to the people around him, but in fact he is rejecting everyone.So, in Avalon, when the power of prophecy was at work, I spoke those words...

"Ah... So, that's what that paragraph means."

I muttered to myself.At this moment, I finally know the reason for saying those words.

The witch doesn't know.So she frowned slightly and asked, "Which passage?"

"You can imagine what I said in that paragraph." This is a secret belonging to the people around me, and it is really hard for me to reveal it. "If you really want to know, you can ask Mordred..."

"It's already this time, do you still want to play charades with me? Do you want to die that much, Arthur!?"

The witch stood up.The beautiful petals burn suddenly and turn into flames, making the whole rose more coquettish and beautiful.

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Maybe, there is such a possibility, that I do start to like witches a little bit-but ah, it can only stop here.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness, witch. But... no, I can't accept it, and I can't do it."

"Jingle Bell……"

Suddenly, something fell to the ground.

Mordred immediately bent down as if he had been electrocuted, and picked up the spoon that fell on the ground.

The spoon has been twisted out of shape, almost into an S shape.And Mordred didn't touch the porridge in front of her at all, she was just listening silently, she was just silently enduring what I said...

The smile on the witch's face disappeared, and her eyes were fixed on me, like a snake staring at its prey.

Her voice also deepened, changing from seductive to threatening.

"Arthur... Everything in your previous life has passed away, and those who loved you have gone away. I'm afraid even your memory is so blurred that it's ridiculous? Is there anything else you don't want to forget? Why are you always unwilling to accept the identity of 'King Arthur'? As King Arthur, the people you love and love you are by your side and will soon come to you, why just refuse to accept and face them? I I don't understand, I need an explanation."

"Speaking of it, you may not believe it..." Speaking of this, I suddenly didn't know how to explain it.Did you tell Mordred that he couldn't let go because he had a cat in his previous life?What would she think, would she feel that she, Morgan, Merlin and even Guinevere were inferior to a cat? "... Forget it, it's nothing. I can't remember many memories. But... I can't forget it, and I don't want to forget it. If I have to forget it... let's talk about it later."

"How many years?" The witch continued to ask in a low voice.

"22 years, since I was eight years old." I answered truthfully.

"Have you never forgotten it?"

"If I could go back to that time and finish all the things that should be dealt with, it should be fine, right? But I have no chance. Just like my life as King Arthur, there is no way to change the things I want to change. ...So, witch, you can't be my princess, I don't agree with your treatment plan...I'm sorry."

After all, I am not some King Arthur, after all, I am just an actor imitating King Arthur.

King Arthur is a glorious existence, not a dark evil dragon.

Virtue has nothing to do with me, faith has nothing to do with me.Instead, I disguise beauty with cruelty, truth with lies, light with darkness, and courage with fear.Killing more for the happiness of some, enslaving more nations for the prosperity of one nation.Use all kinds of conspiracies and tricks to spread panic and despair in the world you can touch.

Sure enough, I never regarded myself as King Arthur from the bottom of my heart.Words like "King Arthur alone" are not only perfunctory to Mordred, but also perfunctory to myself.I just feel that if necessary, I can play this role again. I sincerely reject the identity of King Arthur, the pressure, and all the experiences...

How can such an existence, such rubbish, be compared with that glorious Knight King?

Only the constant refusal, the constant insinuation that I was an actor, kept me safe from the pressure, from the curse, from the miserable faces of the dead, from the fearful faces of the living.So, in the darkness, I was locked on the throne like the humble king, carrying the entire island alone, quietly waiting for my own demise, looking forward to that moment coming sooner.

Until now, through the witch's questioning, I finally understand this...

It turned out that everything is like this.

It turned out to be like this...

"It's...so stupid..."

Sitting in my seat, as if sitting on a throne, I muttered to myself.

The witch sneered, looked at me condescendingly, and said——

"That's right, you're right. Then, I'll return that sentence to you—it seems that you are very self-aware, Arthur King." She paused, and then sat down. "But...whether you agree or not is one thing, and whether I do it or not is another. You don't recognize me as your girlfriend, but I recognize you as my girlfriend, isn't that okay? Arthur, today Why don't you go shopping with me? My clothes are too old-fashioned, I don't like them. "

I froze for a moment, stunned by the witch's bizarre logic.

However, I breathed out a breath soon, and said like a ghost——

"Okay. So be it."

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Chapter Seventeen: Walking the Streets with the Witch

After a hasty meal, Mordred went out.As for what to do, she didn't say anything.Considering that she has always been a relatively obedient child, I only said some meaningless things like pay attention to safety, and then I really let her out.

Then【(

Even when walking on the street, the witch really took my arm and walked on the street.

This naturally attracted the attention of passers-by.After all, my appearance is considered to be above average. Although the Witch is not as beautiful as Helen, she is still better than the actors and singers on the screen.Fortunately, the times have changed. The eyes of passers-by are not malicious or disgusted, but pure curiosity and appreciation. Of course, I don’t feel very comfortable, but the witch enjoys it and enjoys the sight of others.I didn't say anything, and let the witch do whatever she wanted for now.

"Arthur, what clothes do you think I look best in?" Shortly after I left the house, the witch asked me. "Let's talk about it first, 'You can wear whatever you like' or 'As long as you like it' is not acceptable. After all, you are also the king of a country, right? You should have some taste, right?"

I moved my lips, thinking about it, not knowing what to say.

In fact, what the witch said is correct, I am a person who has no taste at all.I usually wear armor to show people, I have no research on clothes, and I don’t understand fashion trends at all.Now, when the witch asked about the clothes, I naturally didn't know what to say.

The witch raised her eyebrows, as if she wasn't surprised.But verbally, he was still so ruthless: "I said, Arthur, are you really a piece of wood? Well... Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you this time, let me choose."

Then, as if the witch had a lot of knowledge in this area, she gave me the basic knowledge of popular science clothing.

Really the basics.Such as the choice of fabrics, the combination of colors, the matching of styles, etc., are really non-stop, and I am stunned for a while.These knowledge beyond the scope of my known field made me quite uncomfortable, and I even started to feel a little dazed. I heard half of what the witch said and lost half of it, and I am afraid that I didn't even keep a quarter of it in my mind.

Seeming to have noticed my situation, the witch became more and more enthusiastic.It was like bombing my brain for revenge.She spoke faster and faster, and the more she talked, the more she laughed.The morning sun shone on her body, making her figure hazy and unreal.And my brain was overloaded, it really felt like I was in a dream.

After talking about the Impressionist painter's impact on Rococo costumes, her mouth finally stopped.

"Arthur...do you know why I call you Arthur instead of Artoria?"

The witch raised her head.The summer morning sun gradually became dazzling, and the sun was just hiding behind her, making me squint my eyes instinctively.So, I couldn't see her eyes, I could only see the smile on the corners of her lips - the soft, charming smile, coupled with the almost transparent lips, and the sunlight behind me, made me feel like a cloud in the sky, I couldn't help but Absent.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the road ahead.Her lips parted slightly, and soft words came out of her mouth: "I don't think you know. After all, names are given by others, so they can call them whatever they want? As long as they are talking about you. ——Actually, I think, if you are really a boy, you shouldn’t think so much. While maintaining a delicate mind of a woman, you have to bear the responsibilities and pressure of a man, and the result must be distorted into this appearance Right? You’re okay, you’ve been pretending for a long time, and you usually don’t look abnormal. Mordred’s body is very serious.”

Probably because her previous words about clothing and trends made my brain close to shutdown, or the morning sun made me unconscious, I asked in a ghostly way: "So, do you want me to look like a man? Treat you with your identity?"

"It's all right if you really think so. I don't have a problem with that. It's all up to you."

"You...much smarter than when I first met...were you pretending at that time?"

"Pretend? This word is not included in my dictionary... But, it is, right? I was followed by you when I was walking on the street. The follow-up is nothing more than that, and you still look arrogant, ignoring me Forcibly took me away. Then, instead of the various contracts and contracts I expected, they gave me a place to live and food to eat. If it were you, you Wouldn't it be confusing too?"

Now that I think about it, it seems really confusing.

Times have changed, but I still use the same old routine.People in that era knew what "King Arthur of Britain" was, and they would kneel in fright and beg for mercy as long as they said the name.Obviously I mentioned this to Mordred before, don't be too arrogant or anything, but I completely forgot when I was doing things, and I unconsciously returned to the past.

I couldn't help but feel lost—but this loss was quickly terminated and interrupted.

The witch is still holding my arm and leading me on the street.

"Okay, shopping is a happy thing. Don't say these unhappy things... By the way, the weather is a bit hot, do you want to try something sweet and iced? It's delicious, stop eating it I can't come down."

"That's called ice cream. It's usually made of milk and frozen into ice cubes."

Although this witch unexpectedly knows a lot of knowledge that I don't know at all, but it is still lacking in common sense.

The witch nodded excitedly, and her voice became expectant: "That's right, it's ice cream. Shall I buy you one? It is said that no matter how bad your mood is, as long as you eat delicious sweets, your mood will improve."

I'm tempted to say that these are all biological effects.But before I could say anything, I held back.

After all, no matter from which angle you look at it, these inscrutable words are all "unhappy words".

Even so, the witch did not let go of my arm.I didn't understand the reason until she started urging: "Hey, Arthur, what are you doing blankly? Where's my bank card? It's all my money in there! How can I buy things without money?"

"oh oh……"

Her bank card is indeed temporarily kept with me.I had to take the wallet out of my pocket and hand her the bank card.

She casually held the card between the index finger and middle finger of her right hand, waved it to me, and walked into the convenience store on the side of the road.

In less than 2 minutes, she came out, unexpectedly fast.In her hands are two copies of Haagen-Dazs, not the one I bought for Mordred before.Judging by the pink packaging, it's almost strawberry flavored - my least favorite flavor.

"Taste it first, throw it away if it doesn't taste good, it's not a big deal anyway, it's less than the cost of a meal."

Although it was a taste I didn't like, I took a tentative bite.

How should I put it... Although there is still a sour taste that I don't like very much, it is not unpalatable overall.

Anyway, it's the more expensive kind of ice cream, so it's really unreasonable not to finish it - thinking about it, I continued to eat it.

After taking a few mouthfuls, the witch was beside me, and she asked expectantly, "How about it, Arthur, is it so delicious that you can't help but cry?"

"...I don't really like strawberries. Sweetened milk is better," I replied.

"Then why didn't you say it?"

"You didn't ask..."

"You need to ask about this kind of thing?" The witch's eyes widened, a little angry, but more helpless.She rolled her eyes, and then said with a smile, "Ah... I understand, it is because you are a king that no one asks you much, and if you ask, you will be blocked by a few words, so you have fallen into this state The situation? It’s just you, and it also made Mordred look like a gourd. To be honest, you’re not very successful as an old man, are you?”

After speaking, she began to taste the strawberry-flavored Haagen-Dazs - it was obvious that she liked the sour taste of strawberries.

I am too lazy to explain.After all, it involves my past.In addition, it's not that I really can't eat it, and the witch didn't say anything.She and I just walked aimlessly on the street while eating ice cream, and time passed so quickly.

As the morning rush hour passed, pedestrians gradually thinned out.Even in the urban area, there are not many pedestrians.

Although Misaki Town has declined, there are still many shops in the urban area. The decline has its advantages, at least the rent is not so expensive. If the merchants want to struggle, they can still struggle. This is much better than the satellite cities of Tokyo. too much.

Here, the Witch finds her purpose.

"Oh, that store looks good, let's go there."

She pointed at a clothing store casually.

Looking at the logo of that clothing store, my eyes【%

"It's a men's clothing store. It only sells men's clothing."

"I know. You can tell by looking at the icon on it."

"Could it be, are you interested in wearing men's clothing?"

"Me? How is it possible! Of course I bought it for you."

"...Me? Buy me? Men's clothes?"

This moment confuses me.Even a little nervous.

The witch smiled softly, softly but warmly.

"I just think men's clothing is more suitable for you. Is there any problem?"