Artoria the Big Liar

The nerves have been numb, the consciousness has been numb, and the soul has been numb.

Even though she thinks she is just a poor actor, the girl now really doesn't feel any fear anymore.

And not just fear.Fear is torn out by force, like a hyena tearing the body of its prey to pieces.Along with fear, other emotions are pulled out of the way.

Is this a dream?

Already panicked to this extent, how could it be a dream?

Studies have shown that cats who live indoors from childhood have monotonous dreams.

The same is true for people, who can only dream of what they have seen and understood.

This level of panic, this level of suffering, is beyond anyone's imagination.Even if someone has experienced it, when they fall into such a dream, they will wake up quickly due to instinct, and then their real body will suddenly stand up. When they realize that it is the nightmare of the past, they will be relieved and collapse on the bed again.

"I don't know who tortured me like this. Is it really interesting? I don't think it's interesting..." Talking to herself, the girl tried to analyze. "The stage play of the Holy Grail War is over. Next is the prequel... is it the prequel of King Arthur? King Arthur is different from all the records. I don't know which screenwriter would have such a boring play in his mind..."

The girl closed her eyes.

The first act of the prequel drama where everything seems to happen and nothing seems to happen.

But the flowing time will not stop, the drama in progress will not stop, even if the auditorium is empty, the girl is still performing on the stage...

Still there, singing.

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(This chapter is Artoria's No.1 perspective.)

Looking back now, it was a long process...

The British king Vortigern did not rule at all, and there was no order in the British Isles.

Nobles hid in fortresses to protect themselves, villagers turned into bandits and water thieves to survive, people struggled in hunger and chaos, faced misfortune, faced death, and faced ordinary and dull days one after another.

In such an environment, what kind of predicament does a person who has been wandering since he was eight years old face?

Honestly, I've forgotten.It's like I forgot what fear feels like.

I am no longer an actor, I have literally become King Arthur himself.Because my own time is continuous, I will not suddenly become a certain person like a drama, and suddenly skip a long period of time, using this abruptness to warn the actor that he is just an actor.

In addition, I don't know if it is simply fear of me, or I have lost the ability to dream.From the age of eight to 16, that half-succubus Merlin never appeared in my dreams from the beginning to the end.Naturally, I have never experienced the "Journey of Flowers" that Artoria should have had and the "Education of Excellence" of Sir Hector and Sir Kay.

In this way, without parents, without family, I was forced to live in the non-existent [\

Waking up from cold and hunger every day, in order to survive, he turned into a wild beast, abandoning his own humanity. He couldn't live without fighting, and he couldn't live without killing. The already distorted body and mind became even more distorted.

As a result, like wild beasts, life is really the same, just like a cat trapped in the house and unable to get out, it seems to have done something, and it seems to have done nothing - what was killed today will not be recorded in memory, only vaguely Remember that you do kill things.It doesn't matter whether it's a hungry wolf in the wilderness, a robber on the road, or a noble who wants to turn himself into a slave—or in other words, the reason, process, and result are all too stereotyped, and there is really no way to leave a correspondence in my mind. memory.

Maybe it’s really too stereotyped. Even the memory of my life before I became an actor is gradually blurred, leaving only a rough outline.I only know that I do have parents, but I don't remember their appearance and names.I only know that I do have a small nest where I can settle down, but I can't remember the structure of that small nest.All I know is that I did rescue a kitten in the heavy rain, it was very small and needed to be fed goat milk powder.That kitten grew up gradually, and it should have been six or seven years old before it died, right?But what color the cat was, I can only guess - probably, maybe orange?I don't know, I really can't remember.

"……king?"

A thick male voice came to my ear, and I was relieved from the memory.

I looked at the owner of the voice.He has bright blonde hair and a youthful square face.He is wearing silver armor, has a very strong body, and holds a very large two-handed sword in his hand. He is an extremely standard knight.

This is Gawain, one of the legendary Knights of the Round Table.

His eyes were very concerned, and there were some doubts, probably because he didn't understand why I lost my mind at this time.

"Thinking of some things from the past. It was a long time ago. During the 12 years that King Futigeng occupied the royal city, everyone had a bad life. Now, the moment of fate has come, even for a person like me, I can't help but feel a little melancholy " I was perfunctory casually, and then changed the topic and brought this topic to the past: "By the way, Gao Wenqing, you, together with Kaiqing, Tristan, and Agguiwen, led the soldiers to stay outside the city Bar."

"But, Wang..."

"No need to say much, Gao Wenqing. From the day I drew the sword of choice, it is the fate of the humble king Vutigeng to be defeated by me. In this duel of fate, no one else is needed to participate." I feel that my words are too literary and difficult for people to understand, so I have to tell the truth: "——Let me make it clear. I enter the city alone, and I only need to face the humble king. You enter the city with me, and I have to Protect you, and you may not be protected."

The truth hurts.Gao Wen, who was eager to try, immediately collapsed completely as if his heart had been pierced through.

Otherwise, what else can I do?Could it be that they are allowed to enter the royal city to die?What's the point?

But none of them seemed to understand.The surrounding soldiers were also visibly demoralized.Agguiwen hesitated to speak.Kai turned his face away.Tristan literally closed his eyes.

As their leader, I have to explain in a more tactful tone: "The humble king Vortigern has no army, it just entrenches in the royal city like a nightmare, it is an out-and-out evil dragon. To deal with evil dragons, you need to It is the existence of the same level, rather than leading the army to hunt. Besides, one-on-one is more in line with the spirit of chivalry, isn't it? I should be one-on-one in this battle."

"I see, king...we obey your orders."

As a result, Gao Wen was still very dissatisfied.The knights and soldiers were also very dissatisfied.

It seems that he doesn't take his own life seriously at all, thinking that wasting life is a very noble thing.

I'm not an expressive person.Many times, I can't even recognize my own mood.Facing the dizzying situation in front of me, I have nothing else to say except to bring the topic up.

Leaving this sentence behind, I took the broken steel sword, carried the destroyer gun on my back, and walked into the royal city covered in armor.

Wangcheng is a grand fortress, located on the top of the mountain.The part below the mountain is the city, and the city has been occupied by the knights and soldiers I lead.As long as the last fortress is conquered and the throne is seated, the Kingdom of Camelot will be restored.

There is nothing on the way to the fort.The gates of the fort are wide open and have not been closed since 12 years ago.

Black fog seeps from the interior of the fortress, and these dense fogs are very poisonous to ordinary people.If it was the original King Arthur, he could drive out the darkness with the light of his holy sword.But I am not, my nature is also dark, these thick fogs will not hurt me, but give me a kind feeling.

The fortresses are nested one after another, and the roads go round and round.

Finally, after walking for more than ten minutes, I came to the core of the fortress, the hall where the throne is placed.

In the hall, the concentration of black mist has reached the level that even I can't see through it.I raised my left hand, but I couldn't see my left hand.I hold the black holy sword in my hand, but I can't see the holy sword itself.It was as if sight had been stripped from my senses.

But my vision is not detached, because my naked eyes can indeed see in this darkness-at the end of that darkness, at the end of this hall, there is a pair of golden eyes watching me.These are a pair of monster-like animal pupils, exactly the same as mine.Those animal pupils didn't fluctuate at all, as if they lacked a lot of human emotion like me, they just looked at me like a beast, guarding me with a little curiosity and a little relief.

"You're here at last. Uther's son of a bitch. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

It is different from the rumors.The owner of the voice is a female voice.

And this voice is exactly the same as mine, exactly.If it wasn't for the fact that there are no gaps in the memory, and that the King of Bei doesn't have the ability of illusion, I suspect that the existence at the end of the darkness is another me, or my inner demon.

The evidences were presented in front of me one by one, and conclusions could be drawn without deduction.

"What the holy sword casts is the breath of the stars. Whether the nature of this breath is fire, light or something else, it is only related to the person holding the holy sword. The holy sword I use is the one that devours everything. Darkness, not brilliant light—the meaning of this, you know better than I, humble king Vortigern."

I spoke very slowly, appearing to be very confident and arrogant.

I think I should be nervous.But I was very calm inside, and I didn't feel any tension at all.

Maybe it was because Vortigern laughed?Even though I could only see her eyes, I thought she was actually smiling.

"Father kills son, son kills father, brother kills brother, brother kills brother, even gender must be distorted, and even humanity must be erased, just to become a transcendent... Pendragon, after all, cannot escape such a fate Ah." Vortigern paused for a moment, as if just to take back his ridicule and emotion. "So, meeting for the first time, my blood relative, my child, what should I call you?"

"Arturia. That's my name." I replied calmly.

"Artoria...that's a good name." In the darkness, Vortigern's body leaned forward, and the darkness surged with her will. "—Come closer to me, Artoria. Go through the darkness and let me look at you. Go through the darkness and look at me. Then, some questions will be answered, and new questions need to be answered by you."

During this process, I have a feeling that this darkness is not only a poison, but also a prison.The monster is trapped in it, but the cage itself is something the monster made - I don't quite understand why it feels that way.

Finally, coming to Vortigern, my eyes can penetrate the darkness.

It was a petite girl in a grand dress, even smaller than me who was malnourished since childhood, as if an elf born from a black flower, just judging by her figure, she was very cute.

But each hem of the gown is connected to chains, and the chains are connected to the throne.Her arms are shackled to the armrests of the throne.Her waist is covered in chains.Her greave-like boots were sunk into the throne, as if someone had welded the two together.She sat on the throne, completely restrained by these dark chains, unable to move, only her head could tilt forward slightly.

What a sad king.

The corners of her mouth were curved, so shallow that it was almost invisible.

"My blood relative - Artoria, since you have come here, it means that you already know your own destiny. If so, why do you still follow your destiny and come here? You can rebel against destiny and break all the chains and chains, instead of being a prisoner of fate, as you are now, until you finally die."

Like her, like all the Pendragon kings who became kings of Britain in inhuman transcendence.

So, why come here?I can't figure it out.

}【&( But since this question has been asked, I try to answer it from my point of view: "In the face of the mighty power of fate, we are all just actors on the stage, and we have no choice. ...Prince Vortigern, have you understood the legends and myths of the alien race that you brought?"

"They're just tools. I'm not interested in the backstory of the tools. Besides, they're not handy."

"They are the Angles, and their main god is named Odin. Odin made a prophecy that everything in the world would be destroyed in a great war. He tried his best to avoid the prophecy from happening, and did a lot of unconvincing things for it. Things. But in the end, what should have happened still happened, and even the efforts made by Odin became the catalyst for the prophecy. The humble king Vortigern, Odin has absorbed wisdom beyond mortals from the Fountain of Wisdom. What about you and me as mortals?"

"Lie." Vortigern laughed contemptuously. "Arturia, it is not the so-called fate that pushed you here. Only when you point your sword and gun at me, will fate show its power. The gun is You drew it yourself, you found the sword yourself. You came before me with your own will, and you took the initiative to carry the lives and fates of those outside on your shoulders—tell me, Artoria , why did you do that?"

I really want to say that I don't know the reason myself, in fact, I haven't thought about it at all.

However, the words have already reached this point, and I understand it myself-there are reasons, but I have overlooked them.There is a reason, but I buried it in my heart.I searched my memory, I hollowed out my emotions, I rummaged for my whys and whys, throwing aside everything that seemed plausible—and finally, I found it.

"...Vortigern, many people died." My eyes were fixed on the present Vortigern, but my thoughts seemed to transcend time and space, looking at her 12 years ago. "Father died, mother died, grandma died... many people died. A girl lost her home and was forced to wander in this unfortunate land. Worse than a beggar, worse than a beast, suffering every day Hungry, struggling with life and death every day. There are many people like that girl in Britain. Now, they have formed a coalition army to avenge the instigator of that tragedy——I can answer you, King Vortigern .I came here not because of the righteousness and ideals guided by fate, but because of the pain and personal enmity created by fate. I really came here with the determination to kill you. Otherwise, the dead There will be no rest for the soul, no rest for the soul of the living. That is my reason."

Vortigern seemed to be frozen, no sadness, no smile, no emotion.

Just like she is now, she is a king with nothing.

"...As expected of my child, it's different from that extremely hypocritical Uther." Vortigern maintained a calm face and a calm tone, but his words were so intense that they almost boiled. "Arturia, you will kill me, and you will ascend to the throne. However, your end will be more tragic than Uther's and mine."

"I know all of this. From the moment I drew my sword, I knew my destiny."

"Come then, Arturia. Kill me as I killed Uther. Take your throne, wear your crown. One day, you too will be killed by another Pendra Tribute kills. Your vengeance, your country, what you hold dear, what you despise, will all crumble with your death—this is a prophecy, this is destiny. As long as you set foot on this path, this prophecy I can't escape, this fate can't be stopped... Come, Artoria! Come, my blood relatives, my children!"

With a howl like a wail, the humble king Vortigern launched an attack.

The boundless darkness condensed, solidified, and became chains one after another, attacking me.

I swung the holy sword and cut off these chains one by one.

Vortigern's attacks continued, and the darkness condensed into curses again, forming fine needles like a rainstorm, piercing me and cursing me.

I raised the Holy Spear and blew away these curses completely.

The humble king on the throne did not move, and I walked forward slowly under the throne.

It is clearly in front of my eyes, but the distance between me and Bei Wang is as far as across the sea.

The darkness turned into a sword, into a spear, into a beast, into something horrible, and it came to me, trying to swallow me up.

Yet my darkness crushed them again and again, as a young lion crushes the attack of an old king.

After a long time, I came in front of her, blocking her attack while looking into her eyes.

Those golden dragon eyes were no longer calm.With relief, with expectations, with silent blessings.

Then, the Holy Lance was raised and pierced into the chest.

Blood spilled everywhere, staining the jet-black gown red, and running scarlet streams down the throne.

The darkness dissipated, and a relieved and sarcastic smile hung on the face exactly like mine, and finally fell asleep forever.

Afterwards, the overly petite body quickly dehydrated, decayed, and turned into ashes.

The remaining darkness exerted its last strength and set off a gust of wind, blowing the ashes out of the window.

The sky finally cleared, and the ashes shone golden in the setting sun, and finally fell to the ground and became part of the island.

The holy sword and holy spear pierced the ground on both sides of the throne.

I sit on the throne, I wear the crown.

No joy, no sorrow.

No excitement, no melancholy.

Calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

It was so quiet that it seemed to be boundless darkness.

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(This chapter is Artoria's No.1 perspective.)

died.

Everyone died.

In this place called "Kamran", loyalists, rebels, people who supported me, people who resisted me, those who deserved death and those who didn't deserve to die, all died.They were originally relatives and friends, regarded each other as unforgivable enemies, and killed each other like crazy.

I defeated Vortigern, and I became Vortigern, killed by everything I guarded, and left the name of a tyrant—exactly the same as the nonsense I uttered in front of Emiya Kiritsugu back then, exactly the same.This is a prophecy I made to myself. I followed the prophecy and walked today, swallowed the bitter fruit of failure, and became a hated and hated existence.

Death is painful, extremely painful, so painful that I can no longer feel the existence of pain.

The sword sliced ​​through my helm and chipped away at my skull.Blood flowed down the helmet and dripped to the ground.

At this time, I was already a candle in the wind. If someone treats me, I will die, and if no one treats me, I will die.Just like this island, like the Britons living on the island, like the knights and soldiers who fought in "Camlan", they will die no matter what.

"...Why? Why! Why why why!!!"