Artoria the Big Liar

"Student Tanaka, I advise you to be more rational. I think everyone in the school already knows what happened last Friday afternoon? If you think your strength is not bad, you can find me during club time this afternoon. Always be there for you. We are all classmates after all, I don’t want to get into trouble, and I don’t want others to get into trouble—do you understand what that means?”

After the voice fell, the students in the classroom whispered one after another, and both men and women locked their eyes on me.

Although there was hatred of being humiliated in his eyes, Tanaka was persuaded after all.

Punks are punks after all, lacking in strength and courage, they can only bully the weak and fear the hard.

Girls are fine.But seeing Tanaka's funny appearance, the boys in the corner of the classroom laughed out loud.

At this time, the witch stood up and looked at Tanaka, with a cruel smile in the corner.

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"Your name is Tanaka, right?"

"Yes, Amano-san."

"Do you think that a polite person like Youya who only calls me by my first name instead of my last name will not recognize me? Japan should be similar, right? Out of respect and politeness, try to avoid calling me by my first name. Right?"

She said "Youya" very emphatically, emphasizing that she called me by my first name, not my last name, and I didn't even have an honorific title.

Even though she was smiling, the witch's golden pupils were extremely indifferent, almost freezing people.

Tanaka blushed.Humiliated by me and the witch, and everyone watching, he can feel the contempt of girls and the ridicule of boys.The impact of this on adolescent boys is immeasurable, and I am afraid that the hatred and anger have reached the extreme.

But the witch doesn't seem to be enough.At this time, she was like a cat playing with mice, a smile slowly emerged in her eyes.She walked in front of me slowly, holding my arm just like she walked the streets of Misaki Town yesterday morning.She even moved her face close to mine, hair on hair, skin on skin.

It's like a little bird depending on a person, but it's more about declaring sovereignty.

Then, vicious words came out of her mouth mercilessly.

"Now, Tanaka, do you understand the relationship between me and Yuya? It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just add this fact-I live with Yuya together? We don't live next door, but Literally living in the same house."

In an instant, the whole classroom was in an uproar.Some were envious, some were helpless, some were incredulous, and some were confused about the situation. The students had all kinds of reactions, to name a few.It's a pity that the classmates surrounding the witch blocked my view, preventing me from seeing Mordred—at this time, she should stand up and clarify the facts.But she didn't, instead she kept silent, which puzzled me, since my relationship with Morgan has been made public to the point that everyone in Camelot knows...

I just felt a headache, and even frowned slightly because of the headache, as if the witch humiliated me instead of Tanaka.

I simply ignored everyone's gaze and took the witch to the roof of the teaching building.Because it was the first get out of class, the weather was not hot, there were many people in the stairwell and on the roof, even teachers.They were all amazed by the current posture of the witch and I, shocked by the relationship between us, and even the unknown girl who was eating the unfinished bread on the roof loosened her hands so much that the bread fell to the ground and kneaded it. Eyes, looking up and down at me, repeatedly confirming my gender.

I could only come to a corner a little farther away from a person, lower my voice as much as possible, and talk to her in a tone that is almost reproachful.

"I have to say, you are very brave. Do you know what your actions mean? This is Japan, and it is a high school. Although this kind of thing is not prohibited, this kind of behavior will cause trouble, and it is a lot, Big trouble."

"It's just a group of students, what's there to be afraid of?" The witch smiled softly, instead of reflecting on her mistakes, she snuggled up to me instead. "You've been through so many things before, and you've already gotten used to other people's eyes and rumors, right? You didn't refuse anyway, did you? Since you didn't refuse, then I'll just follow through to the end?"

"What about Mordred? Are you not afraid of Mordred?"

"Mordred can't wait for this! Did you forget her reaction yesterday? Was she even happy that you were 'seduced'? Don't forget, as a witch, I can read other people's feelings! However, you are quite capable. It seems that everyone in this school is afraid of you? According to you, you had a lot of fun on Friday? Was it before you met me?"

"A swordsmanship exercise for club activities. Except for Mordred, the others are just modern students."

"That's why those two toy swords are kept by your side?"

"Yes. Mordred and I were on our way home, preparing dinner."

The witch's smile faded, and her eyes seemed to be in a trance, looking into the distance.

I didn't know what she was thinking about, and I didn't know what topics to talk about, so I had to wait for her.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long this time, and her eyes quickly returned to cat-like cunning.

"Speaking of which, when those people came around, you should have come to rescue you? I have been waiting for you for almost a minute? No, if you count this class, it may take even longer. It made me suffer so much Jiu... tell me, Arthur, how will you compensate me?"

"Compensation?" My head hurts even more at the mention of the word.

"Yes, it's compensation. Why, can't it? Or are you going to renege on your debt?"

What an unreasonable woman, more unreasonable than anyone I've ever met before.

But, maybe it's because she is the Witch of the Dragon, I don't dislike her at all, but enjoy it a little bit, and even think about it a little bit.

"So, my witch, what do you want? Could it be that you are expecting a kiss?"

The witch's eyes widened, and her fair face was immediately stained red, so that she instinctively stood up straight.

But in the next instant, those red glows disappeared and turned into pale white.There was obvious fear in her eyes, her body became stiff, and goosebumps even appeared on her arms.It seemed that at this moment, she was severely warned by something.

"Speaking of... Arthur, where is your sword? Can you still take it out?"

"It has been returned to the planet together with the holy gun." I replied, "After all, that sword does not belong to me alone, but defeated the giant god from the universe in 4000 years, and is called the 'first generation holy sword. envoy', Enoch who is also the crowned swordsman, and finally walked with God."

"I said, Arthur, you better not lie in front of me? I can read minds."

I frowned slightly.It is true that the witch can read minds, but she can only read emotions. She has said this a long time ago.

I confirmed that I was telling the truth, she could not know my deep secret.But seeing the cold sweat on her forehead and the fear in her eyes, I decided to help her.

"I have two holy swords. One was given to me by Morgan. At that time, I hadn't met her yet, and it was returned to the planet together with the holy gun. The other was brought by myself, not The real thing, but the Servant Noble Phantasm constructed by spirits and magic power, has been integrated with me, and was obtained in a battle a long time ago. Speak clearly in a few words, and I will talk to you later when I have time."

"So... how do you feel about Morgan?"

She said the word "Morgan" with great importance, deliberately emphasizing the name.

This made me hesitate.

Even I, by this time, understood the source of the witch's fear—it was Morgan who warned the witch.

Although Morgan is completely different from the Morgan recorded in the legend, she is indeed not a good existence.Not only does she hate Guinevere extremely, but she also has a very bad relationship with Merlin.If it's just that, it's fine, her adopted sons and daughters also have a bad relationship with her.In this sense, Morgan's temper is indeed great...

"One of the most important people in your life."

At this time, I can only answer.

Regardless of the relationship between Morgan and me, the final result has long been determined...or, there is no possible result at all.

The Witch couldn't understand this, and now she was simply surrounded by fear.

"Other than that? I mean emotionally."

"What, are you afraid of Morgan?"

The witch immediately widened her eyes, and said in a rather terrified tone: "How can you not be afraid? That's Morgan! Other witches are just goblins or elves transformed into witches, but Morgan used to be a goddess! Or the goddess of death! This Who is not afraid? I was so scared that night, how could I not be afraid?"

But why do I sound like yin and yang?It was as if Morgan could actually hear it.

I let out a heavy breath.The situation forced me to appease the Witch...and Morgan, if she could really hear.

"Don't worry, Mordred always has such an attitude, Morgan shouldn't make things difficult for you..."

"Should? Huh? Why do I feel like I'm going to be cut into immortal human beings and put into a cauldron to cook forever, or my soul will be pulled out and never rest in peace? That's Morgan... That's Morgan! Morgan's Don't you know what kind of murderous reputation she has done?"

"...Don't worry, if she really wants to do something to you, I will protect you."

Now, that's all I can say... Otherwise, what else can I say?

The witch's eyes lit up, her fear completely disappeared, and a joyful smile bloomed on her face.

"Really? If Morgan really wanted to kill, would you really stop her and protect me?"

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As she spoke, the witch smiled even more happily, shining brightly under the morning sun.

This happiness only lasted for a short time, and she asked me carefully.

"...Arthur, will...I won't our relationship develop too fast? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this? You should reject me, after all, I have only known you for less than two days. But Morgan But it's been so long..."

"Soon...maybe, but you're different."

"What's different? Is it feelings?"

Curiosity flickered in the witch's eyes... She was actually not afraid of Morgan at all.

Follow your own heart, follow the feeling of being dispelled by darkness, follow the feeling of being comforted by the witch...

I slowly confirmed: "Do you still remember the first question you asked me when you just went out yesterday morning? You asked me why you called me Arthur instead of Artoria. At that time I didn't I understand, I still don’t understand after listening to your explanation. But now I’m starting to understand a little bit... You are not interested in my past, and you don’t want to know my past. The me in your eyes is not the me of the past, nor the past. The future me, just the present me...is that the case?"

Probably because of Morgan, the facts are undeniable, but I still can't help doubting and fearing.

The witch smiled softly, and a voice as gentle as the wind fell into my ears.

"No. How could it be?"

I froze for a moment, thinking I had heard wrong.

"……no?"

"Of course not..." She smiled softly, exuding a charm that almost made me fall in love with it. "Your memory is so bad, Arthur. This is clearly the second question. I remember the first question clearly... I asked you what clothes I should wear to look good. You turned out to be like a piece of wood I can't answer it... I think, you must not be able to answer it now, right?"

How could it be possible to answer?I don't have the talent in this area, and I don't want to spend time studying this knowledge.

However, just thinking about it a little bit, I thought of another angle to answer this question.

"Then answer the first question yesterday morning... Yes, you are beautiful, no matter what clothes you wear."

"Pfft..."

The witch was amused, and her branches trembled with laughter, almost falling on me.

I froze for a moment, a little embarrassed... Could it be that I said【^

"Arthur, you idiot! That's the second question too! What an idiot you are! Didn't even remember that!"

After being stunned for a while, I finally recalled what the first question was.

For a moment, I hesitated, not knowing how to answer, and I didn't even dare to look into the witch's eyes.

"Okay, it's not hard for you. It's only been a few days? Anyway, there is still time, let's talk about it in the future? But... I believe that after a while, you will have the answer to that question... Ah , yes, I believe it must be like this!"

The witch's eyes were narrowed into a slit, and her smile was still so blooming.

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Chapter 22: Advanced Deception

In the afternoon, at about [-]:[-], I was called to the office by the head teacher again.

This time I am not walking with Mordred, but a witch.It's just that the witch stood outside the office building and didn't want to come in.

Making such an intimate gesture in front of the whole class really caused a huge discussion in the whole class.This discussion spread rapidly during several breaks and lunch breaks, one person passed on to many people, and many people passed on to more people, like a disease.If it weren't for the fact that social media is not particularly developed now, I'm afraid I would have been able to see photos on the Internet.

If you refer to the appearance of me and the witch, the photos have been reposted at least tens of thousands of times.

There is no way to do this, human beings are born to like gossip.Especially gossip about beautiful things.

The witch didn't care, I didn't mind, and no one took the initiative to control public opinion, so the matter quickly spread to the teachers.

Like most western countries, Japanese high schools don't prohibit such things.The reason why I was called over was just because Japan has a cultural gene of being afraid of accidents and not wanting to cause trouble around me. I wanted to regulate my behavior and stop causing public opinion storms like today—of course, it was under the banner of protecting students.

As long as you understand the bottom line of the other party, it will be much easier to talk about things.On the way to the teacher's office building, I had already figured out the coping strategy.

The head teacher's light blue eyes are still so eye-catching.Her eyes were calm, as if she didn't think this matter was a big deal, but she handled it mechanically because of public opinion and responsibility.

That puts my mind at ease quite a bit - although I have nothing to fear.

"So, is the relationship between Yuya-san and Amano-san still the same?"

"Biography of other students {)

"Do Youya-san and Amano-san know each other?"

"I didn't know each other before school was over on Friday, but we met on the street that afternoon."

"In other words, only two days?"

"Yes, only two days."

The teacher in charge paused for a moment, probably because he couldn't imagine that the relationship between the two could develop to such a degree within two days, right?

I couldn't even imagine it until I met the witch.But now, not to mention two days, even if it is a dramatic "love at first sight", I won't be surprised - there are many women who are more passionate than witches in reality.

In the end, the head teacher, who really couldn't think of the reason, reluctantly guessed.

"Did something happen? It's like... How should I put it, hero save the beauty?"

"No, Jeanna and I met normally, chatted normally, and walked on the street normally. She was not in danger, and neither was I. The law and order in Misaki Town is very good. This is not Chicago, nor Rio de Janeiro. There is nothing unusual. occur."

The teacher fell into silence, his pupils flickering with embarrassment.

I immediately understood the look in her eyes - this matter was assigned by the school's senior management, and she needed to give a reason, and maybe even write a report.Because although the times have progressed, it is difficult for the elderly to keep up with the times, and they are still handling affairs with tradition and prejudice.Especially unpopular relationships are more likely to be hostile and harsh.