Artoria the Big Liar

In this way, many memories that I could not think of before emerged in my mind, messy and extremely chaotic.

If I hadn't been in Paradise, being hugged tightly by Morgan, and my whole body didn't hurt at all, I would have thought it was a revolving door before I died—but then again, it was indeed a very strange thing when I died without a revolving door amazing thing...

As a result, my thinking became more and more confused, my ideas became more and more bizarre, and time kept passing in this daydream.

I seem to have returned to a long, long time ago. At the very beginning, my own time seemed to be stagnant. Only when the external environment changed, could I realize how long it had passed.However, in this paradise without pain and injury, there is no night, and the sun in the sky is always at one point, motionless.Neither Morgan nor Merlin said a word.I seemed to have been stagnant for a long time, and it seemed that I was just in a daze for five or six minutes before I managed to come back to my senses.

"...By the way, what happened to Mordred? She...is she dead?" I asked suddenly.

"Oh...I understand. She must be in pain right now? I...I want to meet her and talk to her." My tone was unbelievably calm, even I didn't understand why. "Maybe if I take the initiative to see her, it will make her more painful? However, I think if I speak clearly, her pain should be relieved?"

"Artoria...let's rest for a while." Morgan's voice finally stopped choking.Very gentle, very reassuring, just like a mother. "The king's story is over. Before the new story begins, take a good rest. Mordred's affairs don't need to be so urgent, she also needs to take a good rest."

"okay……"

Morgan's words seemed to have a special magical power, and I immediately agreed to her request.

Then, I closed my eyes.The brain was still thinking wildly, but it quickly returned to calm.

Perhaps the dilapidated body has really reached its limit?I fell asleep quickly this time.

No dreams, no bizarre memories, no all kinds of chaotic thoughts, no rhinitis that can’t be cured, no joint pain from rheumatism, no awakening that “seems like there is still important work to be done”, no various There are no interruptions from urgent matters, no incessant hidden people, no hunger to eat, no numbness from being eroded by dark magic, no messy troubles... nothing, everything Nothing, not even the darkness, since I became Artoria Pendragon at the age of eight, it was the first time I slept so peacefully and comfortably.

Open your eyes, the sky is still so blue, the sea of ​​flowers is still so colorful.

I was still lying in Morgan's arms, but there were Merlin and Mordred beside me. The two of them sat beside me, looking up at the sky of the future. Their purple eyes and golden eyes were incomparable. Confused, I don't know what to think.

Because of the persistent rhinitis, I tend to snore when I sleep.But looking at their reactions, I didn't realize that I was already awake, which means that I didn't snore this time, right?

This reassured me a lot, at least it didn't bother them.

"Arturia...are you awake?"

Morgan asked me that.

I opened my eyes, of course I woke up.

But I understood that Morgan wasn't asking if I wasn't awake, but if I was going to sleep.

"Yeah, I'm awake." I replied.

Merlin and Mordred immediately turned their attention to me.

The difference is that Mordred only glanced at it and then looked away.

"Want something to eat?" Morgan asked.

"Is there anything delicious here?"

"There are honey, fruits, vegetables, and various fungi, all without toxins."

"Hmm... is there any meat?" I asked bluntly.Because I really want to eat meat, eating meat is the most comfortable and satisfying thing for me.

Morgan didn't answer...

After a long time, she finally responded.

"Artoria... do you want some meat?"

"The last time I ate meat was in Rome, right? It was still in Ravenna... After that, it was a very long march, and I didn't eat meat. I didn't have time to eat it when I returned to Britain, so I encountered this kind of thing. So I wanted to eat it …chicken and pork are fine, but beef is what I crave most, especially beef fried in palm oil … or mutton soup with mushrooms, both are delicious.”

However, as I confided, tears dripped down my face again.

My head went berserk, and I couldn't think of anything that made Morgan sad.

So, almost instinctively, I tried to apologize.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Miss Wang, there's no meat..."

My mouth was immediately covered.

Morgan covered my mouth with a lot of force.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

I blinked and thought for nearly ten seconds before I finally realized what the problem was.

This is Avalon, a paradise free from pain and injury, and there is no such thing as "meat".Even if there are animals willing to sacrifice themselves, they cannot produce edible meat—because only when the animal’s blood is drained can the delicious meat be cut.Meat without bloodletting is difficult to handle, and it is not tasty at all when it is made into dishes. It is not considered meat at all.

But... why are you crying?

There's no meat in Avalon, just say it, and it's not a big deal.

Mushrooms, tofu, and various stems can all be used as meat substitutes, right?

I'd love to say that, but my mouth is gagged by Morgan.She didn't want me to continue talking, so I could only obey temporarily.

Morgan's chest rose and fell violently, and he took several deep breaths before suppressing his emotions.

"...I see, Merlin. Just do as you say. I won't object anymore."

All of a sudden, Morgan lost all strength and let go of me.

I propped up my body with my left hand and stood up with difficulty.

Then Merlin and Mordred also stood up.Their expressions... how should I put it, they were very confused and lost, but there was also a sense of relief.Fortunately, there is no sadness. If even they show a sad expression, I really don't know how to face it.

Only Morgan sat on the flower in a daze, broken as if it was about to wither.

"...So, Merlin, what are you going to do?" I asked softly. "Did I discuss it when I just fell asleep?"

"Yes, my king..."

Hearing this address, I immediately interrupted Merlin: "I am no longer a king, Merlin. The crown of the British Isle has been lost forever, and only descendants can reforge it. Afterwards... call me Artoria, It's a nice name."

"Okay, Artoria." Merlin quickly adapted to this change. "...Arturia, while you were sleeping, I reconsidered the status quo, and then overturned the previous speculation - the story of the king is indeed over, but the power that determines your destiny has not dissipated. Therefore , you need to move on with your life."

"Aren't we just waiting for that moment to come?" I asked quietly. "Or, what happened?"

"...Nothing happened, and this phenomenon itself overturned my previous prediction." Merlin paused, she took a deep breath, summoned up her courage, and then answered: "Artoria, the one who spoke The person is you, but that power turns your words into prophecies, and the prophecies are connected together to form a trajectory, and this trajectory is the story of King Arthur... Therefore, there is no existence that forces you to do anything, and can determine Artoria Only Arturia herself exists in the existence of her destiny."

Maybe it's because I just woke up, I didn't understand what Merlin was saying.

For Merlin's words, I lack real feeling.Because in my impression, the so-called "power" can at least be felt.For example, my dark magic power is something that can cause damage and can be easily felt.And things like "fate" and "prophecy", not to mention me, even the gods can't feel it. Only those wise men with extraordinary wisdom can dimly perceive the existence of such things.

I'm pretty good at tricks, tricks, political tricks, and other tricks.If you are aware of fate or something, forget it.

Realizing that I didn't understand, Merlin exhaled and said to me in a relatively simple and easy-to-understand way: "Let's put it this way, Artoria. If there is a book that records everything in the world, this book It is called "Aksha Record". The power that accompanies your soul is the pen that can write on this book. The pen itself cannot write, only the holder of the pen can. And your will, Your words will be written on this book by this pen. So, your experience becomes your will.”

"I don't think so." I retorted immediately. "I don't actually have the talent of a king. I can't be a role model, a guidepost, or a star in the sky. If I really have this power, I should have the talent immediately, right? As soon as I speak, everyone Everyone should agree immediately, and even fight for it as an ideal, right? But no... I am still an ordinary person, and I can only rely on interests, distribution, fear, lies, and other unspeakable things to manipulate everyone .Remember Perry Knoll? I talked to him a lot and he didn't agree with it, and he broke the chosen sword, tried to kill me, said that I would only bring destruction, and kept calling and insulting me. I just Responded to his malice. Later, I captured him alive, poisoned him with poisoned wine in front of everyone, and then ordered the butcher to peel off his skin, embalmed it with lime and salt, put it on a scarecrow, and placed it on the tower of the city wall. Top. Only in this way, everyone will barely resist me-this is what I have to do."

I am indeed a tyrant, this is beyond doubt, and no one can deny it.

If someone is really talented, who wants to be hated by everyone?Only a truly incompetent king has no choice but to do this.

Even so, he stumbled and stumbled along the way, and it was not smooth, breaking through the bottom line little by little, and becoming a guy that everyone hates.So much so that before the expedition to Rome, most of the Knights of the Round Table retired because of the trip to the Holy Grail, and even Tristan left the same sentence as the original story, "King【}[

After returning to Britain, the remaining army and nobles all rebelled, and then inexplicably a poisonous snake appeared in the negotiation, and then they fought each other like enemies, and most of them died in Kamran, so that I couldn’t even think of living there is none left.

If I really have the power of fate, why is this happening?Why do people refuse to believe me, and I have to keep forcing and applying pressure, and put a knife on my neck before I agree to nod?This shows that it is not me who is controlling this force, but this force is controlling me. I am just a superficial actor. I have no other way. I can only do this if I try my best to perform... ...what else can I do?

These words are stuffed in my heart, I don't want to say it, otherwise it will sound like blame.

After all, I'm just a liar, pretending to be King Arthur, playing her life.

That's right, I'm a big liar, I'm not King Arthur or Artoria at all.

I just put on a layer of skin, pretending to be King Arthur and Artoria's wraith.Imitate her, play her role, walk the path she walked, and get the same ending as her.

And now, this skin has even become a part of me, and I will act for the rest of my life?

How can I agree?How can I accept it?

I... really want to rest.

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(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

Take a deep breath.

Close your eyes.

Sense the frequency of the beating heart.

Then, as if releasing all the gloomy thoughts, he exhaled heavily.

My mind returned to the stage.

My identity has changed back to Artoria Pendragon.

I'm ready to dance, ready to... sing.

"So, Merlin, what shall I say now? Say some predictions

"...Artoria once said that? Before becoming Arturia, you were just an ordinary person."

Merlin smiled softly, the hazy white robe almost blended with the hazy paradise.

The purple pupils are shining under the sunshine, reflecting the sea of ​​flowers, gentle and bright.

She is beautiful, prettier than this sea of ​​flowers, prettier than this paradise, prettier than Morgan, prettier than Guinevere, prettier than anyone I've ever seen—it's the first time I've seen her With such a beautiful Merlin, in the past, she either had something calculating in her eyes, or the smile on her face looked fake, without a trace of beauty at all.

Flowers are the most beautiful only when they bloom to the limit with sincerity.

But, for some reason, seeing Merlin smiling like this made me a little nervous.

It seems like something bad is about to happen.

"In the past, I thought that Artoria meant that she was actually adopted by an ordinary peasant family and lived a life as a peasant girl. But now that I think about it, it shouldn't mean that, right?" Merlin kept smiling and looked into the distance again horizon.

"Merlin. What exactly do you want to say?" The person who said this was not me, but Mordred.Her tone was bad, and she was very wary of Merlin, like a panting cat with fur all over its body.

"I'm afraid Artoria is talking about her past life, right?" Merlin's voice was very soft, but it made me panic immediately. "At least in Artoria's memory, I have a past life, and that past life was an ordinary person. It's just that my identity has changed and my body is different, so the previous memory has become very faint, as if I'm about to forget it all. Bar?"

Movies...

It should be this word that made Merlin realize something was wrong.

This is a very special word. It is not actually a noun referring to things, but a variant and expansion of "Move".Such inflections do not exist in any language of this era.

Because of this, Merlin sensed something wrong with the word.

So, facing Merlin's question, I neither admitted nor denied it.

I think what Merlin wants to ask is not who I was in my previous life, or whether I am really Artoria.

Sure enough, her red lips moved slightly——

"Because I still have the memory of my previous life, I have been refusing to admit that I am Artoria. I have always felt that I am playing this existence, and I have never been able to integrate into it. As a result, I am so alienated from everyone, and instinctively treat everyone. Resist. I never treated my courtiers as courtiers, never regarded my family as my family... until the last moment, I just decided to die alone, and it was the end, it was the last step to give up... Artoria, yes Does it look like this?"

I blinked, momentarily absent-minded.

To be honest, I really heard it from Merlin's mouth【]

The emotional function of fear was removed from my consciousness and soul long ago.

Moreover, even if I still call him Arturia, I am no longer King Arthur after all.

—I actually have nothing to panic about.

"So, so what?"

It was still not me who said this, it was still Mordred.She frowned, and her golden eyes were burning with hostility. If there was a sword by her side, she would have drawn it.

"You want to say that father is not King Arthur at all, but a fake? Ha! Merlin, I really didn't expect you to be so brazen! Don't think I don't know what you did! Father doesn't Was it you and Uther who copied Vortigern? Why, now that my father doesn't want to be king, and doesn't want the history of Constantine and Pendragon to continue, you don't like it? I Tell you, Merlin! No matter how much you, a temptress, weave plots and tricks like a vicious spider, I will never let you succeed! Never!"

I blinked again - Mordred seemed to have matured a lot, at least not in line with what I remembered.

My brain turned immediately and I quickly understood why it was like this.

In the original history, Arturia was the "king of men" created after Morgan.

In the current experience, Artoria is a humanoid dragon soldier made based on Vortigern.

Naturally, Mordred is also quite different.This stark difference is not only reflected in the essence.The experience, cognition, concept and education received between the two are completely different, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are two extremes.

I have a very good relationship with Mordred. I knew of her existence from the very beginning, and I sent someone to protect her. She made some mistakes and insisted that I was her mother. After completing the conquest of Gaul, her cognition was still confused for a long time.