Yes, not the holy sword, but a pure curse, the curse of King Arthur—her lament, her fear, all the pain in her heart, all gathered into this twisted sword.It is not the claws of the evil dragon, but the blood flowing from the heart of the evil dragon, used to replace tears, to replace a dry heart.

Because, I can't cry.Tears blur my vision and make me lose my sight.

Then the person behind me will die.Even though I held her hand, it disappeared like a bubble floating in the air.

"... Arthur, are we that unbearable in your eyes?"

"No, no... no, I don't know... I..."

Even though the words were like raving in a nightmare, I still stared at Morgan and Merlin...

Then, as if I suddenly realized something, my heart calmed down again, and my will became firm again.

As if the phantoms of the past were returning, as if I... I was holding the crown in my hands, ready to put it back on...

"I'm sorry, Morgan. I have to take a stand now...I have to stand up, I have to protect her, I have to...!"

"Artoria!!!" Suddenly, Merlin yelled, which made me recover from some strange emotions. "You...you calm down first? We...have no malice, really no malice! It's just a whim, take a look at the old acquaintances...we...we're okay. Morgan and I are in Paradise It's a good life here. After all...it's Paradise, isn't it? Paradise doesn't have sorrow..."

Silence...a long silence.I still stared at the two of them, not daring to blink the whole time.

I hate this silence, I really hate it...why does everyone in the past have to push me?

I can't understand, I can't understand... I really don't know what to do.

At this moment, my body suddenly moved again, as if I had become a puppet, playing a role again.

"...Merlin, what's wrong with your ears? Didn't they... have human ears?" My acting skills have deteriorated, and I can't even speak coherently - the audience must be very upset, right?How can you forget the words at this moment?

"Ah, this... It's just that I have stayed in Avalon for too long, so I have regained some of the characteristics of a fairy. After all, I am a half-succubus!" After speaking, Merlin touched his pointed ears, showing off. "How is it? Doesn't it look pretty? I think it looks better than before. Before, the ears were always hidden in the hair. It must not be as good as it is now."

"That... Arthur, I...【',

I let go immediately.But the next moment, like an electric shock, I shook it back again.

It's just that the hands couldn't be controlled at all, and they kept shaking, shaking very violently, almost as if they were sick.

My eyes were still fixed on Morgan, and I couldn't leave my eyes no matter what, then I said to Jeanna with a trembling voice: "Sorry, Jeanna... I... I'm a little nervous..."

"It's all right, Arthur, I'm here...it's all right..."

I seem to have my strength back, and my hands aren't shaking as much...although they're still shaking.

The air was silent again.This silence was unbearable for me... Fortunately, this time someone else finally broke the silence.

"That's right, we were in a hurry. We should have said hello and made an appointment to come back at a later time..." Merlin stood up and patted Morgan on the shoulder fiercely. "Hey! Morgan, you crybaby! Stop crying! It's time to go back! Let's come again when Arturia is mentally prepared..."

After speaking, Merlin gave me an apologetic smile, and dragged Morgan, who was crying all the time, to leave the house.

The moment the door closed, I was so relieved that I couldn't hold on any longer, my legs gave way and I fell to the ground.

The world is spinning around in my field of vision, the boundary between the past and the present is gradually becoming blurred, I seem to have returned to the past, the past that is close but far away... At that time, Artoria seemed to be only eight years old, and she hid in a Behind a great tree, hiding from an invisible enemy, chosen to be the dragon of Britain, the feeling of fear was forcibly pulled out of the soul.

After so many years, so many years, I finally understand...

It is not fate, not the prophecy, that pulls fear out of the soul, but myself.

King Arthur has no fear, King Arthur needs no fear.So, at the moment of becoming King Arthur, the space was removed by me.I have to do this, because I have to play King Arthur well, I have to live King Arthur's life, I have to...

I have to stand up, there are people waiting for me, I still have...

However, at such a moment, I found myself unable to move.

There is a warm feeling all over my body - I know the source of this warmth.

That is the person I like, the person who understands me...

"...Sorry...I lost my composure. I've prepared my speech...I thought I could face the past...I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'm sorry for everyone...I'm sorry for the dead...I'm sorry for everyone at the round table... "

I was crying uncontrollably, I was talking uncontrollably.

As if falling into a nightmare with no end in sight, constantly babbling frantically【)}

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry... I don't deserve to die, even if everyone hates me, I should try to live... I'm too cowardly... I'm not good enough ...It's because I didn't do well enough...There are still so many people looking forward to me...There are still so many things I haven't done...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Faces flashed in the darkness, there was King Perinor cursing me, King Liodekuan who hated me, the Duke of Cornwall who smiled because of my suffering, and Merlin who tried to strangle me , there was Morgan who toasted me, there was Mordred who swung his sword at me in the end, there was Lancelot who disguised as a groom and assassinated me, there was Galahad who kept looking at me like trash, because Gawain who was shocked by my dark magic power...

There are also those soldiers who knelt with their heads down, trembling with fear... and the enemies who burst out with courage in the end, but turned into dead bodies in the end... There are many people, many, many dead people... covered by darkness The sky, the earth stained red with blood...the city that was smashed by the catapult, the town that was starved to death...

I want to talk to them, I want to tell them I'm not as bad as they think I am...

But, I can't speak, I can only be in a nightmare, being watched by them like this, just silent like this...

Finally, at the end of the nightmare, I saw a person who looked exactly like me.

That's my real father—Vortigern, the humble king.She was just as I remembered her, chained to the throne, deep in the dark, chuckling, sarcastically, as if watching a terribly bad play.

She opened her mouth, and she said—

"Arturia, you will kill me, and you will ascend to the throne. But your fate will be more tragic than Uther, and mine... Come on, Artoria! Come on, my Blood, my child! Come, come and kill me!"

In a nightmare, I walked over...

Vortigern turned into ashes and drifted into the distance...

The throne is there, the crown is there...

"Arthur, it's all right, it's all right..."

Following these words, the throne was reduced to ashes like Vortigern.

Only the crown—the rustic, simple golden crown, lay quietly on the ground.

Waiting for me to pick it up, waiting for me to put it on.

"Sleep, Arthur... sleep. Sleep and you'll be fine..."

This sentence seems to have a special magic.

I come out of the nightmare, I go into the warm darkness.

The crown is still at my feet, but my consciousness is gradually blurring.

Gradually lost consciousness, and gradually fell into a dreamless sleep...

Chapter 35: Lovers (5K)

Many years ago, Paradise Avalon was completely reinvented.

Regardless of the mood of its owner, Paradise will always be Paradise, so beautiful.

It’s no longer like the underworld, when you’re in a bad mood, it’s raining, and when you’re in a normal mood, it’s cloudy, and when you’re in a good mood, you can see the blue sky.

Just after returning to the tower, the Fairy Queen has been weeping, like an inexhaustible spring, cutting her cheeks and dripping onto her gorgeous robes.But the sky was still blue, the ground was still full of flowers, nothing had changed.

The female magician hugged the pillow tightly and sat back on the wicker chair.She closed her eyes tightly, her mood was like a cracked mirror, but she couldn't cry at all—as the price of transforming into a fairy, she lost the function of crying, so she could only hug the pillow tightly, as if she was hugging that People are like immersed in a dream that refuses to wake up.

On the inner side of this planet, the sun never moves in the blue sky.So time has no meaning, only the tower of chalk itself is constantly rotating, recording the elapsed time for the existence of these two half-fairies.

After the longer sub-tower rotated ten times, the female magician finally took a deep breath.She looked out at the blue sky of Paradise.Even though it is so pure, she doesn’t think it’s beautiful, at least not as beautiful as the sky in this world—the most beautiful things don’t exist in Paradise, so the meaning of Paradise itself is extremely devalued, it’s no longer a place of rest and tranquility, it’s just vain The shell of its watch.

She smiled, there was no sadness or madness in her pink eyes, she was as calm as an emotionless insect.

"...The result is still like this. Oh, if only I could think of it sooner."

"What did you think of earlier?" The Fairy Queen asked while weeping.

"Arturia doesn't want to face the past at all!" The voice of the female magician was both helpless and indignant, "We are the shadows from the past, even though she knows clearly that we are not, she still thinks that we are in her heart. As a result , in her cognition, our sudden visit, in her view, is depriving her of her current life, trying to turn her back into King Arthur..."

is it really like this?Is Arturia really feeling like this?

The Goblin Queen didn't know.She has made too many wrong choices.Aside from constantly hurting Artoria, she's done very little right in her life as Morgan le Fay.Until now, until now, it is still the case.

However, perhaps it was because she had done too many mistakes that the Fairy Queen was able to see it.

"It's ok. Far better than the worst I could have imagined. She was in pain, but she didn't get angry, she didn't draw a sword and drive us out, screaming for us to get the hell out of her life, her home... ..."

"Cough...Morgan, have you watched too many movies?" the female magician teased, the corners of her mouth twitching. "Why does it sound so like a person who is in a mid-life crisis and whose family and business are both broken? You are not the one who married her? Just because you have a daughter? However, what you did to your daughter was just exposed by her. What right do you have to say that?"

The Fairy Queen was speechless.If it was before, she would continue to quarrel with the female magician, but now it is different.

She still has a heart, and she can feel that her mood has become extremely bad.She had to calm down under this blow before she could continue the big plan that "this dream will never end".

However, suddenly, the originally calm female magician stood up suddenly, her hands were still hugging the pillow tightly, but her head kept hitting the pillars of the tower.Her head is too hard, no matter how hard it is hit, it will not break the scalp, and there will be no pain.

While bumping into each other, the female magician went mad and shouted, "Ah! I can't take it, I can't take it at all! Why am I not crazy? Why am I not crazy! If I am really crazy, I won't It’s so uncomfortable! I even forgot the business! Really, how could I even forget the business! How could such a thing be forgotten!!!”

Regarding this, the Fairy Queen wanted to laugh: "The Witch of the Dragon is absolutely right. After all, it is our own fault and self-satisfaction. Each of us has committed different sins and turned Artoria into this The way it looked, drove her to despair and death...We are all regicides."

Suddenly, as if her illness had worsened, the female magician hugged her pillow, walked in front of the Fairy Queen, and shouted: "Morgan, kill me! You can definitely do it! I really can't stand her eyes... Ah Ahh! Why did I listen to some prophecy, why did I put the sword of choice there! Why did I have to be stupid enough to want... ahhh!"

"Didn't you say that your heart is dead?" The Fairy Queen was weeping, but there was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth. "What? Finally feel the pain now? Merlin, you should redesign your senses. There is no one as unresponsive as you, whether in this world or in Paradise."

"Otherwise, why didn't I want to go before?!" The female magician yelled frantically, "It's true that my heart is dead, but as long as I see her again with my own eyes, Xin will come back to life! How could she not come back to life! If your heart is dead, your heart will come back to life! You have been dead for 500 years, and even the basic mental structure is the same as that of a goblin. Why...Morgan, you should kill me ! NOW! RIGHT HERE!"

The sad tears continued to flow, the ironic smile continued to spread, and the mocking words continued to spit out from the Fairy Queen's mouth: "What did you say before? As long as you touch a hair of the Dragon Witch, you will be killed by Artoria. If you really want to die, you can do it, this method is very good. Because Artoria will definitely use the magic sword to chop off your head. If you really die like this, I will not be too high Looking forward to..."

"I...I can't do it." The female magician finally gave up.

The smile became more sarcastic, and the words became more mocking: "Isn't that what it was? She denied everything about herself and everything related to her, and only wanted eternal rest. Then what? The person who forced her to live It was you, and you were the one who explained the 'prophecy' to her. Now, she has managed to obtain a little bit of happiness, so you can't stand her hostility and want to die by yourself? Merlin, good things can't be left to you Take it? She's alive, she's found a new life, and your work isn't done. You're not allowed to die until your work is fully done."

"I... I'll calm down..."

"If you can't calm down, just pretend to be calm. Artoria has always been like this... No matter how sad she is, no matter how deeply she is hurt by the person she loves, she perseveres... You can also It should be. Remember how you feel now, this is what she has experienced, and she has experienced it hundreds of times...Remember it well, don't forget."

The female magician's face became paler and paler.The pink pupils finally wavered.

Then, she sighed heavily, and threw her most beloved pillow from the tower without a trace of nostalgia.

"...The Dragon Witch is absolutely right. Britannia has long gone mad, treating love as a kind of hatred. It is unimaginable that this sentence would be spoken by an illiterate... Oh, well, it seems that I I can't go crazy." At this moment, the female magician regained her wisdom and rationality. "First of all, we have to stabilize the world line, then we need to remove the concept of 'eternal king', and then we have to fight against the 'power of prophecy'... There is really a lot of work to be done."

……

……

When I opened my eyes, my vision was blurred.

The body is warm, the nose smells【$)

I seem to have encountered this scenario.That's how Morgan held me in Camlann after I died on my own and was sent to Avalon.It's just that Morgan hugged me so tightly that I couldn't breathe.The current witch is not so much hugging as it is letting my body dump on her, without restraint or oppression.

Glancing at the wall, the time displayed on the wall clock is [-]:[-] pm.

It was about twenty past twelve when Morgan and Merlin made a surprise visit.

In other words, for nearly two hours, I stayed in the arms of the witch.

During this period, I cried for a long time, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

I must have cried very sadly at first, right?Now that I think about what I said in the chaos after Morgan and Merlin left, I feel a little ashamed—those words, uttered by Artoria, are really inappropriate.

But, I'm happy, I've never been so happy.Even happier than when that date ended.This is not the kind of faint comfort like basking in the sun in winter, but...it is after a hard day, when you open the door, there is a most beloved existence waiting for you. It is worthwhile, like a moving feeling.

So, after opening my eyes, I smiled, almost instinctively, feeling like I was going to float.

The witch realized my movement, she lowered her head and looked at me with a gentle smile.

"Arthur, are you feeling better?"

"……much better."

"Get up and drink some water. Your eyes are swollen from crying for a long time."

"Um……"

Because it wasn't actually a hug, I stood up naturally, and the witch did the same.

Sitting back at the table again, I haven't finished my lunch yet.I picked up the glass, filled the glass with the thermos, and slowly drank the water into my stomach—it was delicious, I didn’t realize it before, and clear water can be so delicious, it nourishes the tongue, nourishes the body, and the whole body feels refreshed After relaxing, my state of mind is as stable as the water surface of a cup.

The witch immediately went to the bathroom - I couldn't help laughing, she really endured for a long time.

I didn't ask her until she was done with it and started washing her hands.

"Where's Mordred?"

"She went out. It will be like this when father and mother meet again, and she feels very sad."

Carefully recalled【#

She thought I had a great relationship with Morgan, but the reality was, I almost drew my sword on Morgan, and Morgan just kept crying.Combined with those words said before lunch, her heart must have been seriously shocked.Just like those children in TV dramas, when their parents are about to divorce, they realize that the relationship between the two has become so bad.

I took out my phone and looked for Mordred in the address book... But, for some reason, before pressing the green button, I asked the witch first: "...Jeanna, I want to call Mordred Telephone."

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