Artoria the Big Liar

After all... How should I put it, I do spoil her a bit too much.Fortunately, this doting did not turn out bad results, she is quite sensible and obedient.Otherwise, yesterday's shopping was indeed likely to be destroyed by her.

"That's it... However, Mordred, it's better not to go to the arcade. There are many psychological hints in it. If you don't pay attention, you will be addicted to it. If you do this, I will be angry."

"Father, compared to this, you should think about it carefully. If your mother comes one day, how should you explain this to her! This is the most important thing!"

Yes, how should I explain it... It's really hard to explain it in words when things have developed to such an extent.

The more I think about it, the more dizzy I feel, my brain seems to be completely rusted, and I can't think about anything at all.

Sighing, I had to temporarily give up thinking and focus on making breakfast—I forgot when I started making breakfast, anyway, it was already six o'clock, so I just boiled the eggs and the rest There are a whole bunch.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, the witch finally woke up.She yawned and waved.

"Good morning, Arthur...and Mordred."

The corners of my eyes twitched, and I immediately woke up a lot.

The witch... she didn't dress properly at all!

Barefoot, wearing only basic clothing, most of the skin is exposed.

Moreover, they were unconscious, not aware of their abnormality at all, and even walked over, wanting to sit down at the dining table!

"...Go back to your room and change your clothes." I hurriedly stopped her.

It's just that I can't say anything.Mordred, who was sitting on the sofa watching the news, didn't give her any face.

"You woman, can't you hear what my father said! What are you still standing here for? Go to your room and change your clothes! How decent are you! Go to school!"

"...It's okay. Anyway...uh...you get dressed first, right? Breakfast is ready."

Just like that, the witch hurriedly went to her room, put on her short-sleeved shirt and trousers, and went out quickly.

But as soon as she left the door, she trotted up behind me and hugged me all of a sudden.

"Arthur—! Last night, you really worked hard! Now, I finally feel full of magic power!"

"Don't go too far, witch!" Mordred stood up immediately, with murderous looks in his eyes—I read it right, it was really murderous, at least at this moment, Mordred really wanted to kill witch. "Who do you think you are? So presumptuous to your father? Do you want me to teach you etiquette with my fist? Don't worry, I will definitely not beat you to death!"

"...Huh!" The witch pouted, and reluctantly left my body.

So, was my decision yesterday wrong?Is it really a little too fast?

I don't know, I can't figure out why.What's more, my physical discomfort almost caused me to lose my ability to think. I can only make judgments based on my inner feelings—since the witch smiles so happily, it must not be wrong, right?

After eating breakfast, feeling the state of my body, and the state of the school, I finally made that decision.

"I won't go to school today. I'll ask Rie Katagiri, that Christine Ingrina, for a leave of absence later. You have to go to school normally, at least you can't miss your homework."

"Father, do you have something to do?"

"No. It's just that my body feels a little uncomfortable... my head feels a little uncomfortable, and I may need to take some medicine."

Mordred immediately opened his eyes wide and stood up excitedly, his golden pupils were full of fear.

"Father, this... this..."

"It's okay...not mentally exhausted, but physically exhausted. I didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all - just catch up on sleep, and you don't have to take medicine."

Hearing what I said, Mordred immediately gave the witch a hard look.

The witch blushed slightly, but she still didn't intend to admit defeat in her momentum, she seemed very proud.

It was just yesterday, but now my head is so uncomfortable, how can I bear this?

The index finger tapped the table three times, and the two finally sensed my emotions and gave up their mutual hostility.

After being silent for a while, Mordred suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, frowned slightly, looked at me, and said to me: "Then I won't go to school anymore. I will be where my father is. Anyway, Looking back at the knowledge points of this semester, I can’t learn knowledge, and it’s boring. It’s better to stay at home and use the Internet to learn more about new things of this era.”

"I can't even read the words in the book, what did I go to do?" the witch added. "It doesn't make sense anyway, why not learn from the basics. And, after all, only five people are needed to apply for the establishment of a society? The number of people is already enough, the remaining ones should slowly figure out a way? The rest... Yuki Takano, right? His situation sounds very troublesome, and it can't be handled simply, so it's okay to save it until the next semester starts?"

No, the brain can't think at all, and the words of advice can't come up at all.

Since they already have this meaning, it is better to obey them and just stay at home honestly today.

"Okay... then let's take a vacation together." My tone was quite tired, and my energy was completely exhausted. "We don't need to take the exam, in fact, we don't need to go in the next few days."

Then, it was time to eat.We were silent the whole time, no one spoke, and we ate our breakfast of milk, pasta, bread and eggs.Maybe it was the recovery of magic power that changed the witch's body, this time her appetite was unexpectedly large.After eating her own breakfast, which was similar to ordinary people, she ate several pieces of bread to replenish her energy.

After eating, Mordred, who was doing the dishes for me, made a noise in the kitchen.

"By the way, father... today, let me cook today?"

She said it with a guilty conscience and was quite insecure about it.

After all, the culinary skills of Morgan and her adopted sons and daughters are really not flattering.

The food made by Morgan is not in line with human taste, and there is always a kind of raw bitterness or overcooked burnt taste.Gawain didn't know how to cook at all. After Merlin introduced potatoes to Britain in a special way, he barely learned how to eat mashed potatoes.Gareth and Gahoris can only roast meat, but they often change back and forth between raw and half-baked.Agguiwen has never shown his cooking skills. Whenever he encounters this activity, he looks embarrassed and refuses to participate on the grounds of official duties.

What worries me the most is Mordred, she has never cooked and eats the best food - whether she will inherit my precise control flow cooking method, or Morgan's completely insufferable food Flow cooking as you like?

All of a sudden, my heart was pounding, and I was a little scared.

"Hmm... Mordred wants to learn how to cook?"

"Father is not feeling well, surely he can't cook, right? I want to do this instead of my father... Isn't that what Arai is like? Her father was seriously injured, so she tried to take care of him by herself. I I think I should do the same."

"Are the dishes you cook delicious?" Obviously, the witch read Mordred's lack of confidence. "It won't be so bad that you can't swallow it at all, right? There are not many British people who are good at cooking, and Arthur is one of the very few. I heard that the only dish that the British can cook now is fish and chips? I said , Mordred, it’s okay to learn how to cook, but forget about wasting ingredients?”

"Are you underestimating me, witch?"

"But you haven't done it at all, have you? Do you know what color the meat needs to be cooked to be just right? Do you know how much salt you need to put in so it won't be too salty? You know when the cabbage needs to be turned off so it doesn't taste bitter Is it? Obviously you don’t know, right? There are many things that need to be controlled in cooking, and you need to customize the process. If you are so fraught, won’t you really mess up the process?”

That's right... I'm also a little worried that Mordred's food won't taste good.

It can be eaten.I also ate all the dishes Morgan made, although she vomited when she tasted it later.But if self-confidence is crushed, it is not easy to rebuild this self-confidence, which will have a great impact on her growth.

After thinking about it for a while with my rusty brain, I had to offer a suggestion: "Or order takeout... just order by phone. Or go to a nearby convenience store and buy a few bento boxes, which you can eat as soon as you heat them up. If it doesn’t work, going to the supermarket to buy some instant noodles or other fast food is also an option... There’s no need to force yourself, Mordred.”

"Father, don't even you believe me?" Mordred's voice was filled with sobs—of course, she was pretending.Anyone can tell it's fake.However, based on my position and identity, I can only take it as true for the time being.

So, I reluctantly persuaded: "It's not that I don't believe it... Cooking is really a troublesome thing, and I often make mistakes in one step and one step." After thinking about it, I sighed, and then continued: Not like this. Mordred, do you still remember the pot of mutton soup I made for you the first night? I will send you the link of the instructional video later, just follow that."

"Leave it to me, father! You... you can rest first. I will take care of the rest!"

Hearing what I said, Mordred immediately regained his vitality and became happy.

But I couldn't hold it anymore, and I had no other choice, so I went back to my room.

Then, I realized that the witch had packed her clothes at all, and just threw them on the bed in such a mess.Coupled with the fact that a large piece of the bed sheet was still wet, and there was a relatively strong smell in the air, I began to wonder if I could fall asleep.

I had no choice but to tidy up a little by myself, put on new sheets, wrap all those things together, throw them on the floor, and clean them up after I woke up-in short, they were still troublesome things to be done.

Lying on the bed, enduring the smell in the air, I closed my eyes.

Just for a moment, I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

(Note: The essence of magic power exchange is to imitate the succubus to absorb human energy, so there will be more serious sequelae)

Chapter 29: The Final Void Dream (5K)

Ah, dead... Finally dead, all dead.

The Britons are dead, the French are dead, the Burgundians are dead.

The fleeing army, the crows who thought they had corpses to eat, the puppet spirits manipulated by the world consciousness, the ridiculous guardians manipulated by the human consciousness—dead, all dead, none left, and finally all dead.

Feeling this burning joy, my heart almost exploded.Destruction reflected on the earth, burning everything to ashes, like a vicious little girl, controlling the flames, burning up the ant nests in both rooms, and then the flames spread to the forest, to the town, and to the world At the end, there is nothing left.And what about the little girl?Giggling in the flames, laughing out loud.Even if the flesh and blood were scorched black, even if the bones were burned to ashes, they would burst with joy.

I half-lyed on the head of the evil dragon, overlooking the barren land through the clouds like mist—the ground was eroded by sticky darkness, like... what is that called?Oh yes, it's like being soaked in "concentrated sulfuric acid".The fields can no longer be cultivated, the ground can no longer grow plants, and even the air is filled with dark toxins. The living will die if they touch it, and the dead will devour their souls when they touch it. The eyes and the world they live in are completely destroyed. This planet can be said to have reached the brink of death.

Yes, if left alone, the planet will die.The hatred filled in her chest will be extinguished, and the witch finally fulfilled her mission, wandering in the deserted garden with nothing - together with the most beloved evil dragon, they will reach the end of time together, witness the reversal of the root and reflection, and watch The entire universe is engulfed by the original brilliance.

"Arthur...that's the end. You've done a good job...or in other words, I've done so well that I don't need to contribute at all. You can do such a great deed by yourself...the days to come It's still a long time, it's too long, how are we going to spend it? Just waiting, it's easy to go crazy, right? Ah... I think I've already gone crazy, how about you? What do you think?"

Gently caressing my dragon, the evil dragon I love the most, tried to let my voice and my heart reach her heart—but it was impossible, and it would never be possible.

She is dead.When this evil dragon as huge as a mountain appeared, she was completely dead—the evil dragon was just her corpse. She dedicated her humanity, gave up her reason, and forgot what she loved, and turned into this evil dragon. Dragon, a destruction device used by me, trying to kill this planet, trying to kill everything...

Thinking of this, thinking that Arthur has not responded to me for a long, long time, the flame in my chest burned more wantonly, not only the flesh and blood, but also the bone marrow that I felt was burning.Then, the extreme pain mixed with happiness and joy made me embrace her, the spine tens of meters high... as if I would burn her down together.

"Ah... Arthur, that's right. This way we can be together? Arthur... you know, I'm so happy, I'm really happy, it's like a dream... No, no. This is Dream? It must be a dream, right? Arthur, think about it, you are dead, you are already dead! How can you hear me? No...it’s not a dream, you can talk to me, that’s it It must not be a dream. It must not be a dream, right? It must not be a dream, right!! Arthur, talk, talk to me quickly!!!"

I roared, I whispered.I talk to things that don't exist, I talk to things that are dead.

What did I hear?I didn't hear anything... I just felt happy, like being burned with body and soul, as if thrown into a furnace for a million years, so happy!There is nothing more joyful than this!

But... no.What is wrong?There must be something wrong, right?

Ah, I see...

Well, this lady, please don't break into other people's dreams casually, okay?

"Is it a dream? Arthur. Now it's a dream?" "I" opened my eyes and embraced my evil dragon. "Really, I didn't say a word when I came. Are you afraid that I will be unhappy? But... Arthur, I am very happy? I am very happy! My Arthur, my favorite Arthur...you You shouldn't come here, what's the point of you coming here?"

"I" paused, at that moment.In the dream, my eyes widened and I was breathing heavily.It was as if I was no longer being burned violently by the flames, but was soaked at the bottom of the abyss, unable to breathe, only darkness.

"I" laughed again...but this time it was a miserable laugh, as cold as the depth of the abyss.

"So that's it, that's it... You were sent here, Arthur? In other words, you're not my Arthur, but someone else's Arthur, right? If that's the case, I will Understood."

Suddenly, "I"'s heart regained its tranquility, like ashes, like death, without any waves.

"I"'s current smile only maintains the previous inertia without any new expressions, so it looks like a smile.

"In this case, Arthur... you should wake up. Please leave me here, please let me continue to be alone. I was just a passer-by in your life, neither should meet nor love... After all, I was just a fake created by ■■. Is it fake? Meeting is fake, falling in love is fake...they are all fakes manipulated by others, right?"

"So...forget about me."

"Forget about me, Arthur..."【}_

"If you really love me, forget about me..."

"When you wake up, please forget about me..."

……

……

I opened my eyes and woke up from sleep, like a drowning person who finally broke free from the water, breathing heavily.

The heart was beating extremely fast, and what the eyes saw was the phantom in the dream, and the figure of the witch still appeared in the mind.

Yes, although it was just a dream, the perspective in the dream was the witch herself, but I could see her appearance—it was as if, at that time, I had two visions, one from the witch and the other from the evil dragon.

The witch has knee-length hair and wears a scorched black armor. Under the armor is an elegant dark purple dress.She smiled, she was burning, and bloomed on the barren land, she bloomed on the head of the evil dragon, so magnificent, so magical, like a bright red amaryllis flower, which was burned to black by the flames, accompanied by the wind. Blowing, the petals fluttered in the air, scattered, and finally only the flower stem with nothing left.

She considers herself a witch, controls a huge evil dragon, and was born from hatred...

"It really is her... It seems that this is her own dream..."

She called the dragon Arthur, regarded Arthur as her lover, and finally asked me to wake up...

Who else but that witch?

"What a frenzied dream...much more frenzied than Morgan. If Morgan is a storm, then this should be a fire, right? Treat burning pain as the most intense joy, and extreme hatred as the most ardent love... Alas, how could I have such a crazy dream..."

Headache, very headache...

However, this headache only lasted for a moment.But just at this moment, the details of the dream immediately became blurred, just like most dreams of people.If I hadn't forcibly remembered her appearance just now, I'm afraid even her image and outline would have become blurred.

Taking a deep breath, a new image emerged in his mind—it was the evil dragon hugged by the witch.

The evil dragon walked on the ground with two feet, and its black wings were bigger than the clouds.The Witch overlooks the ground, and even has to pass through the clouds like mist. Her body shape is comparable to that of a mountain in the literal sense—therefore, the body shape of the dragon can be roughly calculated. The height is at least 2000 meters, and the wings on the back are fully extended at least 4000 meters. About the same as the wingspan.

There are indeed mysteries in this world, and most of the myths and legends are indeed true.But from ancient times to the present, there has never been such an exaggerated creature - no Tiamat, no beast of the apocalypse, no matter how outrageous the legend, there is no evil dragon so huge that it is outrageous.

So, it was just a dream...just a dream.Isn't that what dreams are all about?Irrational and bizarre, it seems to indicate something, but as the memory is forgotten, after all, it is just like words written on the beach. After the tide comes up, it disappears without a trace, as if it has never appeared.

"So...forget about me."

No, not this sentence, this sentence is not important at all, but the previous...

"I was just a fake made by ■■..."

Yes, that's it.That's it!

I frowned tightly and stroked my forehead with my right hand, trying to recall what the witch said.