Artoria the Big Liar

◆Artoria◆

"Sure enough, I'm right, that Lord Evil God also loves you deeply!"

When I roughly explained Mordred's dream, Jeanne had an expression that was as expected.

I exhaled lightly, my face was normal, and my mood was as calm as usual.

"I'm not surprised. After a little analysis, we can come to this conclusion—it's just that I didn't expect it to be a love song."

"I lost my memory, but you still remember her?" Jeanne continued to ask. "It seems that the situation is not as bad as she thought."

"No, it's worse than she imagined. If there is anyone in the universe whose feelings I will absolutely reject, it can only be her. It's not that there is something wrong with her feelings, but her strategies and methods. "Pause, considering Jeanna's identity, I think it's better to skip this topic: "Besides, she has become an evil god. Not only is food the most intense, perverted, and craziest emotion for intelligent creatures, but also during the process of strength growth. It also devoured countless souls—hundreds of billions of souls. So don’t get your hopes up.”

"But if this is the case..." Jeanna was still unclear about her position.

"Jeanna, you are just a fragment of her, not herself. You have not committed a crime, which is a decisive difference." Sister Wang's voice was like a reassurance, which made me feel a lot easier about this matter.

"But...but I devoured the souls of innocent people? Does this count as not committing a crime?" Jeanna was full of disbelief.

"Even in human law, manslaughter and intentional homicide are completely different. Besides, your situation is even more special. You have the Lord of Man as a guarantee, you attach your destiny to the Lord of Man, and you have repentance And the willingness to atone. Even the most draconian laws are probation. Even if the atonement is not complete, you can still enter Paradise. Only the innocent can enter—this is the most basic principle of Paradise. "Queen Avalon's words eased Jeanna's worries a lot.Unlike me, Jeanne looked worried no matter what I said.

"Anyway, don't think too much about it? Who is Morgan? Who am I? Who is Artoria? How can I leave you alone!" Said, Mei Lin actually hugged Rang Na's waist, like a sister Treat your sister the same. "Don't underestimate yourself, you are Artoria's safety lock. With you, her state can be stabilized and she can perform her duties as the master. Without you—hehe, she can establish human principles, and of course she can destroy people Reason?"

It makes me feel like some kind of Batman, as long as he commits a taboo, he will become a more terrifying existence than the clown.

But... I don't deny it.After all, there are records on the other side of the world, and I have indeed done similar things.

In this way, with everyone's help, Jeanna's mood finally improved, and she regained her smile and the posture that a witch should have.

Mordred is back, and with the numbers, it's impossible for me to stay at the Winterwood again.With the help of Emiya Kiritsugu, we temporarily settled down in a traditional Japanese-style house—if I remember correctly, this is the well-known "Emiya Mansion".

Emiya Kiritsugu lived here for quite a long time.After the children had grown up and went off to their own lives, he retreated to Einzbern Castle to live with his daughter.

Because it is Japanese-style, many aspects are in line with our habits, and there are many changes that need to be made.

The first step was to remove the tatami mats and replace them with sofas and chairs—this was requested by Mei Lin. She said that my joints had severe rheumatism and could not bear the burden of kneeling for a long time.It's about my body, everyone ignored my thoughts and forcibly replaced it.

The second is the transformation of the house and the environment. I purchased a large number of large electrical appliances, such as air conditioners, humidifiers, dehumidifiers, fresh air systems, etc., which are also related to my physical condition.However, the air leakage of the Japanese-style building is very serious, and the thickness of the walls is not up to standard. Mei Lin and Sister Wang used magic to carry out a large-scale reconstruction of the whole, and the degree of detail is more troublesome than reconstruction.Even Jeanne talked about building a fireplace, which didn't work out over my strong objections.

The rest are minutiae.The beds and bathrooms, in particular, were of the highest specification Fuyuki could find.The TV was replaced with a new one, new wallpaper was pasted on the walls, mahogany floors were laid on the ground, a coffee machine, an oven were added to the kitchen, and the range hood was also replaced with a new one.The flowers of Paradise are transplanted in the middle of the courtyard. There are various colors, and the flowers are full of fragrance, which makes people relax when looking at them.

Even though I was wearing a maid outfit, I sat on a chair the whole time and was completely forbidden to help. I could only watch them bustle around until the sun set in the west and the moon rose in the east.If I hadn’t had a fight with Scathach in the afternoon, I would have thought that I was a 24-year-old man who was about to lose all his teeth, wobbled when he walked, and was so poor that he had to be looked after 90 hours a day .

I don't hate this feeling.The situation last night was not annoying either.

They really cared about me, hoped that I would not suffer, and hoped that the loneliness and suffering of childhood could be healed.

In the end, I just cooked a meal the same as in the past - I can't do it, Jeanna can't do it at all, Sister Wang's cooking skills can only be described as tragedy, and Mei Lin is afraid of iron pots (because of the fairy too high), Mordred can only do simple

Everyone was laughing and I was laughing as we enjoyed dinner together around the round table.The happy atmosphere turned into a sense of happiness, and this sense of happiness kept my spirits happy, and the time passed quickly without knowing it.In the distant past, I really can't imagine that I can still live such a life.

After watching TV for a while, it was late at night, and I was about to fall asleep before I knew it.The structure of the Wei Palace is separated, and everyone has returned to their respective rooms.Due to the "Consensus and Agreement on Carving up Artoria" among the three, I will spend the night with Jeanna until the end of the Holy Grail War.

Lying on the overly soft big bed and feeling the overly soft duck down pillows, I am exhausted.In the end, I just kissed Jeanne goodnight, closed my eyes, and fell into a dream.

Why is it a dream?Because all of this is too outrageous, there is no other possibility except dreams.

My sword "Oath" bent like a soft plastic, using the hilt as a leg, bouncing up to me, speaking softly to me in the voice of a six-year-old child: "Father, father ! When can I be my father's bride?"

"Yes, yes! Father, when can I be my father's bride?" My gun "Fate" booed.

In the dream, I frowned tightly, and my consciousness was in confusion, so I replied: "When you become an adult, you can be my bride. But you have to get everyone's consent? If everyone disagrees, then it won't work. "

"Why does everyone have to agree? As long as the father agrees, isn't it all right?" Sheng Jian asked softly.

"Father must not want me to be his bride, that's why he said that!" Holy Lance immediately became annoyed, "It's all that woman's fault! As long as that woman disappears, Father will definitely allow me to become a bride." Bride's!"

"That's right, that's right! It's all that woman's fault! You must make that woman disappear!" Holy Sword's voice followed with anger, carrying the cruelty of a child. "Death penalty! Death penalty! Guillotine! Guillotine!"

"Death penalty! Death penalty! Guillotine! Guillotine!"

"Death penalty! Death penalty! Guillotine! Guillotine!"

……

……

I opened my eyes and sat up reflexively. I covered my forehead, feeling my head hurting.

It was late at night.Jeanne was awakened by my movement and sat up straight like me.

"Arthur, what's the matter? Have you had a nightmare?"

"...Well, I had a bad dream."

Hearing me say that, Jeanne hugged my waist and let me fall on top of her.

I didn't resist.Her arms are warm and reassuring to me.Even if you just had a nightmare, you can calm down quickly.

For ordinary people, dreams are just dreams.But my identity is different. The dreams I have must have omens, just like my words can determine the past and the future.This is both my strength and my burden.

The content of this dream is not difficult to guess.The title "Father King" alone has revealed the answer to the mystery.

"Jeanne, you can read minds. Do you know what Mordred's feelings for me are?" I asked uneasily.

"As for the answer to this question, Arthur, don't you know better than anyone else?" Jeanna asked back with a smile.

"But... I'm a woman... and Mordred is only eight years old..."

"But her body has already entered puberty? Besides, she was asked to do such cruel things by you. Isn't it normal for her feelings to mutate?" Jean Na was very open about such things, which was really unexpected. my medical. "Otherwise, why do you think she would tell the dream so simply? Is it because you have really changed? Of course not, the credit you promised verbally is almost negative - because you hugged her right after getting off the car, It gave her warmth and the feeling of being loved, so she said it."

For the first time, I felt like my head was about to burst.

However, as if still thinking that my headache wasn't bad enough, Jeanne looked back.

"Do you still remember her expression and complexion the morning after you replenished my magic power? Do you really think she was shy when her face turned red like that? It's because you were unwell at the time, otherwise if you wanted to enter her room, guess how she would react? If you really entered the room, what would you find——Arthur, do you need me to explain further?"

I kept silent.It's not that I don't know what it will be, but that I don't want to face this reality.

It is absolutely unacceptable to me that my own children have strange feelings for me.

But what else can I do now?How should I continue to face her?Or just put yourself in a bad position and just let it go?

"Arthur, I think you should ask Mordred what he thinks." Jeanna's suggestion made my heart throb. "Don't feel embarrassed, this is a very important thing. There must be a reason for Aige to contact her. Looking back now, Mordred's response in the conversation is also problematic? In my heart—either I had a deal, or I was bewitched by the love song. No matter what it is, it must be impossible to just leave it alone, right?"

"...Let me try." Saying that, I left Jeanna's arms and lay down on the bed again.

Turning on the mobile phone next to the bed, the current time is three o'clock in the morning, and there is still some time before dawn.

Honestly, I don't want to doubt Mordred.But with the variable of love songs, I have to think carefully.

But, to be honest, I'm not particularly worried - even if the relationship has deteriorated slightly, I'm still the most important existence in Mordred.Mordred will never hurt me, no matter how tempting Love Song is.

It’s actually my fault that she has such thoughts now—forcing her to kill me, splitting herself in two without asking her opinion, acknowledging her fate while denying her wishes.Considering all the things I do, I'm literally the worst dad in the world.

After conferring with Jeanne, I put on a cheeky T-shirt and jeans, left the main house, and went to Mordred's room.

There, a man in a red coat folded his arms and leaned against the wall, guarding the door—this was my other father, Count Dracula, who was also Cain.He had been hiding in Mordred's shadow yesterday, watching us.

The earl grinned a piercing smile, and there were thorns in his words.

"What's the matter, Inak? After learning the truth about the God of Misfortune, did you start to doubt your child? Do you suspect that she had a deal with the God of Misfortune? Suspect that she has ulterior motives for you? Or simply feel that she is being controlled by the God of Misfortune?" The mind is no longer her own?"

"Father, to be honest, I really thought so. So I want to talk to Mordred to make sure, there is no other meaning."

The count tilted his head, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and exhaled a mouthful of mist in the early morning of summer.

I didn't urge, just stood in front of him, waiting for Mordred's reaction, waiting for the earl's words.

After about 3 minutes, the count finally opened his mouth, and a deep voice sounded in his mouth.

"4000 years have passed, and 500 years have passed, Inak... No, King Arthur, you still haven't changed at all. From head to toe, you exude an aura of 'doesn't understand people's hearts'. If Did Mordred really make a deal? What are you going to do? Order her to give up, or restart the drama of father and son fighting? Now I am a follower, a follower of Mordred. The Holy Grail War is still far away It's not over, and I'll keep her safe until I leave the scene myself."

I frowned slightly, feeling a little dazed in my heart—I don't know why I was evaluated as "unintelligible" again.

The earl looked at me condescendingly, his smile gradually changed from perceptive to helpless.

"If you still have a shred of trust in Mordred, then leave. The girl's mind is too fragile. Every question you ask will turn into shells and bombard her defense line. Pretend to know nothing, Yi Nake. Only in this way can you maintain this distorted relationship between father and son, instead of ending here."

"I'm not asking you not to ask, but asking tactfully and more intelligently. You are not a fool, Inak. You are smart, much smarter than me, the original murderer. How should you ask, You know better than I do. Your mistake is that you treated Mordred the same way you treat others. However, everyone is different and needs to be treated differently. Like ordinary magic It’s the same as fighting a monster with a master, if you don’t find a weak point to fight forcefully, you will suffer.”

Sure enough, I really don't understand people's hearts, and I almost caused a catastrophe.

The count's words completely convinced me that I had really thought nothing of it in this matter.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I leaned slightly and said, "Thank you, Father. I was indeed reckless."

"...From this aspect, you have indeed changed a lot, Inak. At least you can listen to other people's words, instead of being stubborn like before, going all the way to the dark, foreseeing obstacles and not wanting to bypass them. Destroy directly—it’s very similar to your method of suppressing by pure fire.” After a pause, the count felt that enough was enough, and the earl snorted softly. "...Don't worry about it. The old man was suffering from tuberculosis. You have your own way, and you never need me to point it out."

Then, the earl stopped talking and continued to guard the door.

I had nothing else to say, so I went straight back to my room.

It's a pity that I have dragon vision, and I can perceive the vague movements of life within three kilometers around me.

Just as I returned to my room, Mordred opened the door eagerly before I closed the door—it turned out that she had already woken up when I came to the door.In fact, she has been eavesdropping on my conversation with the earl.

There is a feeling in my heart that makes me not want to analyze the motive and meaning of Mordred's behavior.

I just closed the door, went back to the bedroom, and lay down beside Jeanne.

Before falling asleep, probably because I was really uneasy, I carefully asked the people around me.

"Jeanna...how does it feel after eating Scathach's servant spirit core?"

"It feels... that's it. The power is increasing normally, but it's an increase from 25 to 30. It's incomparable to the change from 1 to 10 after eating Gilgamesh's spiritual core."

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must speak up in time."

"I know that. After all, no matter what, I'm also a fragment of that God of Disaster." Jeanna spoke very relaxed and open-minded, as if there was a strange magical power, which made my restless heart relax. "Don't worry. What should I do? Actually, I know better than you, Arthur? Only when the spirit cores of all the servants are collected can the show begin..."

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◆Artoria◆

This island country has a characteristic. With the sea breeze blowing, it will be rainy in summer, and the air will become humid at any time.

After waking up, the bones and joints in his body were more accurate than the weather forecast, and he began to ache uncontrollably.

Britain is a much rainier island than Japan.Pain in the joints has actually become a habit long ago. As long as I don't use magic power, it generally won't affect my work.Compared with the pain of death in childhood, the pain of rheumatism is actually nothing.

The manifestation of rheumatism is inflammation.In order to cover up the symptoms, I deliberately wore a long-sleeved shirt and trousers.

However, this can't be hidden from Rangna, who has the ability to read minds.When I woke up, my movements were sluggish because of the pain.As for her, just looking into my eyes, just looking at my bloodless face, she immediately understood the reason for the slowness-to be honest, because the skin color itself is as fair as a dead person, I can't judge myself in the mirror His face was the same anyway.

Before the sun had fully risen in the sky, she rushed to wake up Sister Wang, Mei Lin and Mordred.

Yesterday's hard work was to prevent this from happening.They immediately arranged the environment as if they were facing an enemy.

It was exactly the same as yesterday afternoon. I just sat on the sofa and watched the whole process without saying a word.

"Arturia, you should rest well today. Don't fight, and don't use magic power. Leave everything to us, understand?" Meilin told me tirelessly, with a rare smile on her face. "According to the time, the target of today's battle will be Caster Faust. He is very strong, but he did not become a magician when he returned from his roots. Instead, he turned his own inherent barrier into a different world and became the demon king who rules hell. The battle between magicians, leave it to me as a magician, or Morgan."

"Well, I didn't intend to fight." My voice was a little weaker because of the pain. "By the way, Meilin, is it true that the pain-relieving magic seal can't be used? I think it would be better to use it. It's really quite useful."

!-【."

"After all, it's just pain relief, not inflammation. The redness and swelling are still there, so the situation won't get better?" Mei Lin reminded.

"When it really rains or the moisture subsides, the inflammation will naturally disappear." I said indifferently. "It's not like you didn't miss the battle yesterday. My body is quite healthy, and rheumatism doesn't affect anything—even if it does affect me, I must stop the pain first, right? No matter what the disease is, as long as the patient feels pain, the prescription There must be corresponding painkillers in the store, right?"

Mei Lin sighed, waved to Morgan, who had been silent all this time, and went outside the house together—supposedly discussing a treatment plan.

Mordred lowered his head, his eyes were empty, his hands were clenched, and he was in a low pressure, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jeanna put her arms around my waist and let me lie on her side.The pain made me sweat all the time, but she didn't mind.

There was silence in the living room.Everyone was very upset, and there was nothing I could do about it.And because my reputation has long been bankrupt, anything I say at this time will be regarded as being brave and will only have the opposite effect.But it was impossible for me not to say a word, so I ended up talking about irrelevant topics.

"...Speaking of which, Jeanna, have you thought about the style of the maid's outfit?"

However, after saying this sentence, I regretted it.

It's not because the topic is bad, but my voice has become extremely hoarse.

I quickly cleared my throat, pretending that my throat was slightly uncomfortable, waiting for a response.

"No. When we get to the clothing store, we can modify it according to the situation..." Jeanna replied quite perfunctorily.