Artoria the Big Liar

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Faust.This devil has the highest level of magic among the people present.

Faust thought for five seconds, then nodded.

"Miss Mordred's statement is not wrong. Judging from the records in Aksha's Book, it is indeed so."

"Yes. As long as I replace her as King Arthur and complete the tour of my father's life, I can grow to the height of my father. I can become a qualified eternal king. Her wisdom and knowledge will continue to have a powerful effect, but not I need to take on responsibilities and obligations again. In this way, my father’s life will be much easier, and I can live the life I want.”

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Faust again.This time, Faust's response was very straightforward: "There is no problem in theory. Whether it is the world or the universe, what they want is the existence that can fight against the God of Disaster - it doesn't matter who it is, or even life or death."

In the end, Emiya Kiritsugu nodded and agreed to form a virtual alliance.

From now on, both Lancer Scathach and Caster Faust can be commanded by Saber.

As for the details of the combat strategy, we still need to wait until tomorrow afternoon to discuss in detail.

On the way back to the hotel, I called Yoshikawa again to wake him up in the wee hours of the morning.

I said the same thing to him and explained for half an hour.He didn't ask anything, and agreed directly.

It's just that the old man in the mountain is no longer a follower, and will act alone in the future.Yoshikawa was unable to command and order this powerful existence that was still alive in this world, and the mask was completely destroyed, so the assistance he could provide was very limited.

In this way, our advantage will be much greater.The next thing to do is to defeat the father and seize her servant spirit base.

Then, according to the previous agreement made by the Holy Grail Yusanjia, a single-servant challenge will be carried out, and the final winner will decide whether to disintegrate the Holy Grail, or I and Saber will make a wish on the polluted Holy Grail.

Lying on the hotel bed, looking up at the ceiling, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In two days at most, this farce-like Holy Grail War will end.

After Saber finished her bath and put on the temporarily purchased pajamas, I suddenly wanted to say a few words to her.

"Saber...if we win, what will happen to Rider?"

"I will die." Saber's words made my heart skip a beat. "It is her wish to die with the witch."

"Then... what about the father? Will the existence of the father also disappear?"

Saber didn't answer my question, but instead asked me: "A real bird. You said that, right? If you get the Holy Grail, Merlin and Morgan will definitely take action. What do you think their actions themselves mean?"

I can't answer, and I don't want to think about it at all.

Closing my eyes, I recalled the past.Fatigue makes me fall asleep quickly.

It seems that the bright future will reappear in my dreams.

……

……

◆Artoria◆

Like taking medicine, the witch swallowed Assassin's spiritual core.

My mood became tense, for fear that the witch would mutate, or turn into something else.

But it turns out that my worries were unfounded.

The witch's complexion remained the same, but her strength also increased.

Her hair became so long that it reached her knees as if she had suddenly performed the Ascension.

The complexion is also paler, and the blood vessels on the arms are clearly visible, almost transparent.

Leg armor is worn on both legs, and gauntlets are worn on both arms, but the more critical part is an ordinary dark blue dress.Different from the black dress she bought for herself, this dress is more revealing and more charming. Wearing it on her body, it is unbelievably beautiful-compared with the utility of combat, this dress emphasizes personal beauty, only decoration significance.

In my perception, the size of the Black Flame King has not increased, but has shrunk a circle.The limbs became slender, the head was no longer so fierce, and the body was like an elf.The wings are not ordinary wings, but four pairs of vents that can spew out some kind of energy.It doesn't need the Wind King Barrier, it should be able to easily break through the speed of sound now.

The witch's own strength is also increasing.Originally, my magic power flowed to the witch, but now I get magic power from her like a normal master and servant—this means that her magic power capacity has exceeded mine.

Although she didn't really want to admit it in her heart, she was getting closer and closer to the concept of "Slaanesh".

It's not the ugly thing in my memory, but an existence of extreme beauty and love.The difference is much bigger than the dark prince Slaanesh and the iron mask Slaanesh.More like the composition of the Succubus Queen.

When she has gathered the spirit cores of five servants, even I can't imagine how powerful she can be.

"How about it, Arthur? I must be beautiful now, right?"

She smiled, more charming than ever.

Like corrosion, like a dream, let me indulge in it.

"Well, it's beautiful - even more beautiful than Guinevere."

"Then... back to the original question, can I be your princess?"

"Jeanna, you are already - you are from the moment the contract is concluded. There is no need to ask any more?"

Revisiting old things, the beginning of these two questions, our hearts meet together.

It was a Saturday, and after those two issues were over, we started shopping, and I finally felt alive.

After listening to my words, Jeanne took the initiative to hug me, kissed my forehead, and hugged me in her arms.

It was the first time I saw her trying to take the initiative - at this time, I didn't hate it.

She followed her forehead, all the way down.Across the brow, through the bridge of the nose, until the lips.

Without checking my hands, I took off my suit and unbuttoned my shirt little by little.

Then she laid my body down on the couch and tried to dissolve me.

At this time, a touch of white just appeared on the horizon, and the clouds moved away with the wind. Today will be a sunny day.

After a long time, the roots were broken, and she smiled and held me in her arms, just like I held her carefully in the past.

"What's the matter, suddenly want to take the initiative?" Lying in her arms, I asked softly.

"Because... Arthur, I feel like I can protect you." Her breath against my earlobe set my heart on fire—the first time I've felt this way in years.

"Protect me? You?" I raised my eyebrows, and the corners of my mouth curled up. "Really, my eldest lady. You don't think that you have become stronger than me now, do you?"

"It's definitely not as strong as you now. But it might be in the future. The servants of this Holy Grail War are all very strong, so the quality of the spiritual core is also high. It's just that Gilgamesh, plus Assassin, let's I have a feeling that the magical power is almost infinite. If I gather all six followers, I can't even imagine how strong I will become."

"Are you getting carried away? Remember your identity as an actor, otherwise you will be captured by Slaanesh, and things will be troublesome." I carefully reminded. "We are still standing on the stage, controlled by the script, and arranged by the evil god. Don't forget this."

The witch didn't continue talking, she just hugged me.

In modern terms, this position is known as the "princess hug".

I did not resist.I take this as a special interest to adjust each other's mood.

However, just as she hugged her, the witch stopped being stunned, her voice trembling slightly.

"It's so light... Arthur, why are you so light? It's almost like a feather."

"It's okay...it will be much heavier if you put on the armor." After a pause, I continued: "You are not much better than me, and you are also very light. This is because you are taller than me and have a better figure." Under the premise——Also, is it because of your sudden increase in strength? It seems that the soul core quality of that Assassin is higher than that of Gilgamesh."

The witch moved forward.She hugged me, who was only wearing the simplest clothes, and gently put me on the bed.

She didn't lie down directly on the bed, but went to the closet and took out a rather revealing black pajamas.

Untied the rest of my clothes, put the pajamas back on my body, and loosened the braids on my head—the witch looked at me carefully like a delicate work of art, as if I had some serious illness , it will be the same soon.

She even put leg cuffs on my thighs, which, from the material, seemed to go with the pajamas.

Then, she let me sit on the bed and put a Samoyed doll in my arms.

"Crack-"

I didn't know where I took out my camera and took a photo right away.

It's fine after filming, and she even showed me the finished film.

[&[(

"How about it, Arthur, is it cute?" The tone was complacent, as if this was her great work.

"Look at my expression, do you still have any cute feeling?" My voice was full of helplessness.

My expression tensed instinctively, but my eyes were still full of majesty.

Even though the pajamas fit well, even if they were really slender, they didn't look cute to me.

It's not that Jeanne has good taste, but that I am not suitable for this cute style.

There is always a sense of déjà vu that the dragon-shaped Black Flame King is wearing a maid outfit—it's too outrageous anyway.

The witch pouted, put the camera on the bedside table in disappointment, and lay down on the bed without taking off her clothes.

She covered her eyes with the back of her hand, and her voice trembled for some reason.

"Arthur...[]"

"What's wrong? After eating Assassin's spiritual core, do you feel full?"

"I will live... no matter what, I will live."

I raised my eyebrows, not knowing what happened.

Recently, the witch's mentality has been changing drastically. She often laughs one moment and looks like she's about to cry the next moment.

I sighed softly and had no choice but to continue reminding the witch.

"In the same way, once or twice is to show determination, and more times is to cover up a guilty conscience."

"... Arthur, is there anywhere you want to go during the day?"

"No. Let's rest during the day today...I feel a little sleepy.

"Well, let's go to sleep... I feel sleepy too."

Wearing the pajamas that the witch bought at some point, I closed my eyes.

Probably because I was really tired, I soon fell into a dream.

Yes, this is a dream, and very rarely, it is a dream dominated by Merlin...

(In the last few days, the situation is not very good. This month, there should be only 16 words, but less than 18 words. Sorry, I broke my promise. There is no way to do it. I will continue to work hard next month.)

Chapter 63: The Tryst in the Dream (four thousand eight)

◆Artoria◆

Everything in the dream is so clear.

There is no sun in the blue sky, and silky clouds linger in the center.

Under the tall chalk tower, I woke up from the sea of ​​flowers, stood up, and looked at the distant horizon.

If【+

But time passed, Paradise was gone, the flowers withered and their leaves curled.

Compared with the paradise where innocent people can live safely, this place seems to be a garden cursed by a witch.

By my side, I don't know when there is one more person.

She was dressed in plain white, without complicated crafts or delicate decorations, just ordinary robes.

I looked at that person, her pupils were still the ones I remembered, and her ears were still as sharp as a goblin.

It's just that the skin color is different.There is no trace of blood, and it is fairer than my skin color, like a dead body that was picked up after being drowned in the lake for a long time. Although it still maintains its beauty, the feeling is no longer cute, but scary.

Maybe it’s the feeling of a fairy tale turning into a horror story?

"Merlin?"

I try to call that person's name.

She gently outlined the corners of her mouth, her smile still dreamy.

The lips moved slightly, so faded to almost nonexistent, but the voice was as ethereal as a cave or valley, and the source was unknown.

"It's me, Arturia."

"How do you..."

"The succubus and the story are one. When the story is as beautiful as a fairy tale, the succubus will maintain the beauty of a fairy tale. But if the story is like a nightmare, the succubus will also turn into the same nightmare——Artoria , am I scary right now?"

"...No, it's still the same as before. It's just that the flowers here are all withered."