Artoria the Big Liar

Therefore, the education she received was the best.Pretty old at a young age.Not only is he proficient in martial arts, he is also good at leadership, strategy, and internal affairs, and he can even do mental arithmetic and division—limited by the age, this is an extremely outstanding ability.In fact, shortly after she joined the round table, she was recognized by everyone as the knight with the strongest comprehensive ability—at that time, her actual age was only six years old.If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do this.

In the process of conquering Gaul, Mordred showed her talents, was awarded the titles of Aquitaine and Gascony, and then staged a scene of recognition with Morgan, and then became my adopted son as my nephew. , can openly call me father.As long as I have no other children, she is sure to be the heir to the throne and the crown--though in the end she doesn't want it at all.

Until I made that request of her, she had been my most loyal knight and peerless child.

It's just that I probably dote on her a little too much, which makes her very rebellious and has a bad attitude towards anyone, and it's very rude to treat others.I wanted to get rid of her problem, but I have no time, there is no way.

Merlin sighed in distress, rubbed his forehead, helplessly but also quite frustrated: "How is it possible, Mordred? From the moment Artoria defeated the humble king Vortigern, no one would I'm questioning her identity. I just want to say..." Said, Merlin looked at me. "Artoria, you are in pain, aren't you? You're chasing a phantom, you're trying to be a phantom, trying to replicate what that phantom did, trying to achieve the feat that welcome accomplished—you started, Know the 'King Arthur' story and force yourself to finish it, right?"

"You bastard who is full of bad things, you know something..."

As soon as Mordred made his voice, I stopped him: "Modred, let me talk to Merlin."

Spit in dissatisfaction, Mordred turned his head away as if seeing something dirty, bowed lightly to me, and then replied cleanly: "Yes, Father."

After glaring at Merlin viciously, Mordred retreated behind me consciously.

Even though I said, I am no longer a king, but everyone still treats me as a king.

"Yes. I know the story of King Arthur from the beginning. Like an actor on the stage, he knows the lines by heart long before the play begins. But I am not her. Her ability is light. , she shines like the sun and guides her people like a star. I lack the talent to be a king, so I can't be convincing, but cause too much suspicion and resentment. As a result, I can only use some bad means, Become the current Arturia."

Mordred "tsk" behind me.She sneered at the King Arthur I was talking about.

Merlin listened to what I said, and then continued to ask me: "And then? Then what happened to that King Arthur?"

"...in Camlan, she and Mordred died together." I said it calmly, but the air still froze. "When she was dying, she signed a contract with the restraining power of the world. She will continue to explore the journey of the Holy Grail, and once she gets the Holy Grail and makes a wish, she will become the representative of the restraining power, a guardian exist."

"But Artoria said before that you actually participated in the Holy Grail War, right?" Merlin asked gently.

"Yes. I first became Arturia in the Holy Grail War, and then I came to Britain in the fifth century."

"So, during the Holy Grail War, was your nature also dark?" Merlin continued to ask.

"Yes... and no. That King Arthur's eyes are blue, and mine have always been golden. However, I can't release the power of the holy sword, and my physical fitness is not much better than ordinary people. It's just relying on psychology and words. Technique, barely persevered until the end, and finally won the Holy Grail."

"Did that King Arthur finally get the Holy Grail?"

Merlin's question suddenly stunned me.

There was not only one Holy Grail War, and another Holy Grail War started ten years after that.

And that Holy Grail War, at least in my perception, is the real drama.

I frowned slightly, trying to search my hazy memory, and gave an answer after a long time: "...No. That Holy Grail was polluted a long time ago. The way it fulfills its wishes is destruction, not even plunder. Whether it is I, or the King Arthur, eventually destroyed the polluted Holy Grail. After completing the Holy Grail exploration journey, King Arthur's consciousness returned to Kamlan, and then returned the holy sword, and then came to Avalon, put The story ends."

"So, are there any similarities and differences between your Holy Grail journey and that King Arthur's Holy Grail journey?"

Merlin's question made me lick my lips.Suddenly, my heart beat faster and I became very nervous. I couldn't even meet Merlin's eyes, but lowered my head to stare at the toe of my shoe.Even the ability to think consciously has declined significantly.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally gave an answer: "...There is a big difference. That King Arthur participated in two Holy Grail Wars, but I only had one. The second happened ten years after the first, both happened many things.”

"So, my king, the next thing you have to do is to participate in the Second Holy Grail War, right?" Merlin smiled and walked towards me, stopping only one meter away from me. "My king, what did that King Arthur get in the second Holy Grail War? What is the ending?"

"The ending..."

I looked up to the sky, trying to remember the past.

But... I really can't remember anything, there is only a blank.

I must have forgotten these things, right?

I forgot my own name, my parents' cats, whether I had pets, and what I was doing before I died.

So, forgetting the content of a game is not a surprise, is it?

But for some reason, I was suddenly speechless.

Forgot even the words "I forgot what happened at the end".

Then, almost instinctively, a strange sentence came out of my mouth.

"It's nothing in the end... The girl let go of the responsibility of the king, shed the disguise of the king, and finally became a living person... a person who can love, be loved, laugh, laugh with the one she loves, and eat All kinds of delicious food and good-looking clothes can be strolled on the streets of the cherry blossom shaman... Finally let go of all the anguish and longing, and greet your own ending calmly and quietly until the final meeting with that person. "

"It's really... a dream like a fairy tale..."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but smile at the corner of my mouth.

As I spoke, my eyes filled with tears.

Although I am in a paradise without pain and injury, I seem to be in an endless hell, looking up at a paradise that will never be reached.

I will not have such an ending.I can't have this ending.I am not a knight, my heart is full of cold calculations, and my mind is full of boring interests.I have made Britain what it is today through plunder and fear, and I have naturally become a hated and loathed tyrant.Just like Vortigern locked on the throne, he ushered in eternal liberation in malice and hatred.

So, I exhaled heavily, blinked my eyes, let the smile disappear, let the tears disappear.

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Play back to the cold, dark, manipulating conspiracy and humanity, like a monster, like a devil, the "perfect king" that only exists in Machiavelli's book.

I looked at Merlin, and Merlin lowered his head, his dark eyes lost their luster, and his gentle smile was completely frozen.

I looked at Mordred, her back was facing me, she clenched her fists tightly, exhausted all her strength, and her body trembled slightly.

I looked at Morgan, who knelt and sat on the flower【%

Then, I blinked again, and stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say.Even though the important person in my life is by my side, a sense of loneliness surges from the bottom of my heart, which makes me breathe heavily again.

"...It's nothing. That...it's different after all. It's the King of Knights, its nature is light, it brings hope like a star...I'm different, I never..."

Suddenly feel very tired, suddenly feel that the whole body has no strength.

My legs couldn't support my body, and I fell to the ground with my back against the flowers of Paradise.

Looking at the blue sky, consciousness is gradually blurred, perception is gradually dissolved, and thinking ability is gradually lost.

Like sleeping, like dying, I opened my eyes and welcomed the fall of the curtain...

I can't die...

(Preface volume · end.)

Note 1: Impermanence and action, thinking and wishing are born from the "Miscellaneous Agama Sutra". It’s suffering. It’s suffering again. It’s suffering. It’s suffering. It’s suffering. It’s suffering. It’s suffering. It’s suffering. Everything is suffering.”

At the same time, it is also one of the sources of the Buddhist concept "everything is impermanent, everything is suffering".

The so-called impermanence here means that all living things are in the process of birth and death, existence and death, and variation without liberation.

The so-called promising here refers to taking the false as the real, the false as the real, non-stop thinking, and constant delusion.

The so-called thinking and wishes are born here, which refers to the irrational, uncomfortable, and sinking karma that arises from the thinking of past wishes.

The above explanations only apply to this part of the "Za Agama Sutra" and should not be confused with other concepts.For example, the word "wuwei" has different meanings and referents in different scriptures and contexts.

Note 2: This book is definitely orange-flavored.

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(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

As if asleep, I opened my eyes.

My head was groggy, and I had no strength in my whole body, as if I fell asleep with a hungry stomach. 【,

But, rubbing the corners of my eyes, I immediately woke up when I saw the environment I was in now.

This is not a paradise called Avalon, nor is it a bedroom in Camelot Castle, but a modern hotel-the room has two single beds, the ceiling is very low, the cupboard is very small, just Can only hold some relatively small temporary items.The TVs hanging on the wall are not fully fitted. The brand is "Changhong" in Chinese characters, which looks quite cheap.Except for very cheap hotels, I don't think anyone would convert a rest place to look like this.

In the bed on the other side of me lay Mordred.She was wearing loose white pajamas, lying in a "big" shape on the bed, breathing through her mouth, saliva was left from the corner of her mouth all the way to the pillow, her hair was messy, and she didn't have any sleeping appearance at all.

Now I am also wearing pajamas, the same style as Mordred, the material is not good, and it doesn't fit very well.

I looked out of the window - this place is located in the suburbs, the buildings are not high, and they are all a bit dilapidated. Although there are occasional car engine sounds, the frequency is not high, and it is completely incomparable with the downtown area.The streets are clean, and there are trees I don't recognize everywhere.The text on the sign is in Japanese, and it's strange that I can understand what is written in Japanese, and it is not translated into Briton, as if Japanese is my mother tongue.

I try to recall what happened before falling asleep.

The story of King Arthur is over, but the story of Artoria has not yet begun.

The wish power on my body allows me to transcend time and space, and through my words, brings me to the modern age to fulfill my wish.

Well, think about the content of that passage carefully...

"...is it like a dream in a fairy tale?"

I muttered to myself and couldn't help but regret it.

I shouldn't have said those words, it will make my future very sad.

There's no such thing as a fairytale dream—at least, to me.

Fairy tales mean childish, fantasy means unreal.It is impossible for me to return to a childish age, and it is impossible for me to accept unreal feelings.There is no fire-like enthusiasm in my mind, and no persistence and belief in my heart.Once a fairy tale passes through my mind, it will immediately reveal its realistic and cruel side.Once the dream passes through my consciousness, a sense of unrealistic absurdity haunts me.

I am already an adult who can be called "old", and I have passed the age where I can daydream.

"It's just that there is no script this time... Could it be the Holy Grail War again? It shouldn't be... I should be a living person now, not a follower, nor a heroic spirit... What's going on..."

I opened my right hand, and it was indeed a physical body, not a semi-physical body simulated by spirit particles.There is no red engraving on the back of the hand.However, it is obviously modern, but I, as an ancient Briton, don't feel any discomfort.I can even feel that the heart is still producing a lot of magic power, like an energy furnace, not a magic circuit of a modern magician.

It's a pity that both the holy sword and the holy gun have been returned to the planet, otherwise my strength is almost exactly the same as when I was king.

Is it really the Holy Grail War?But even if it's really the Holy Grail War, it's not normal.

"Forget it, let's take a step and see."

After all, people have to move forward. It is impossible for a healthy person to lie in bed all his life and not get up.

there is always a solution to a problem.Solve any difficulties, and explore when you have doubts.Finding food when you’re hungry, trying to get better when you’re having a bad day—in short, lying in bed and moaning won’t fix anything.

So, I barely supported my body, sat on the edge of the bed, and then supported the repaired body with my right hand, playing the new Artoria on a new stage and a new script.

However, the moment I got up, Mordred suddenly woke up.

She immediately got up, squatted on the bed, her whole body was tense like a leopard ready to hunt, her golden vertical pupils looked around vigilantly.But when I saw that it was me who got up, I immediately relaxed—then, the corner of my mouth raised a smile, like a ten-year-old child, very clean, without any falsehood.

"Good morning, father... Well, where have we been?"

"It should be modern. The appearance of the early 21st century. That is, 500 years after our era." I replied truthfully. "How is it, Mordred? Do you have any special feelings? For example, you suddenly have more knowledge in your mind, or you have mastered skills that you didn't have before?"

"Huh? Father, what are you talking about?" Mordred stood on the bed, blinking his eyes in confusion, very confused. "Knowledge? Skill? This...isn't there?"

I lowered my right hand from the doorknob of the bathroom, approached Mordred, walked to the end of the bed, then pointed to the LCD TV hanging on the wall, and asked, "Modred, do you know what that thing is? "

Mordred looked bewildered.

It took a long time before she carefully gave a guess.

"...is it a mirror?"

"Sure enough, I still don't know..."

I crossed my left arm, rested my right elbow on my left hand, rested my chin on my right hand, and began to think.

After almost having an idea, I checked the room to see if there were any clues and evidence.

There is usually a list on the bedside table of the hotel, which will say what is in the room and the price.The same is true for this room, but what I care about is the text on it-it is the same as the signboard of the store outside, and it is all in Japanese.But there's nothing interesting about it, and it doesn't provide any information at all, so I just kept looking.

Under my pillow, I found a purse - no wonder I had such an uncomfortable sleep, it was the purse.

In addition to bank cards and credit cards, there are also Mordred's and my passports in the wallet.

The country of the passport is the United Kingdom, and it is brand new, with no records other than Japan.Passports have our respective ID photos.It says my name is "Pendo Aria" and I am 15 years old.Mordred's name is "Pendo Matori" and he is also 15 years old.

"Mordred, can you understand the text on this?" I asked her while holding her passport.

"Uh... It seems that I can understand it. It's strange. And I can read it..." Mordred replied unconfidently.This passport has both English and Japanese, which can easily cause confusion.

"Then communicate in Japanese in the future. Briton is already a dead language, no one uses it anymore." I said without emotion, and immediately switched the language mode to Japanese: "Although there are Welsh, Cornish and Breton exist, but have little to do with Britons 500 years ago. To avoid trouble, Japanese is the best choice."

"In other words... Albion is still destroyed?"

Mordred lowered his head, his eyes full of frustration and disappointment.

I don't have any special feelings about this, after all, there is no way.

"Destruction is natural. The composition of the Britons is different from that of ordinary humans. They are born with the blood of goblins. After the mysterious decline, they gradually cannot adapt to the environment and cannot survive and reproduce. But it is not really It is a complete destruction. The current Wales, South Scotland, England, and Brittany can all be counted as the remnants of the Albion Kingdom. They still have the blood of the Britons, but it is only a matter of proportion .”

The so-called nation has always been the result of continuous integration while maintaining relative independence.And it is even more so in Britain now.

The Britons, Angles, Saxons, Norse, Normans, Franks, the descendants of the Norse, the French, the Frisians, and many other ethnic groups merged together and shared a common constituted the present-day England.And they recognize the story of King Arthur, even as the ancestor of Britain, I don't have any particular hostility towards them.

"What about...the story of King Arthur?" Mordred asked again.

"The story of King Arthur... probably a fabricated legend. King Arthur himself was invented by the Britons after they came into contact with the White Cult. It was a son of God. Because they were driven away by the Angles, Saxons, and Norse, Conquer, assimilate, and retreat to the mountainous Welsh to survive. In the Plantagenet Dynasty, because of the Eastern Expedition, the king tried to integrate the power of the country, so the legend of King Arthur spread widely, and even added the Plantagenet Dynasty His political ambitions - to subdue Northern Europe, conquer France, severely damage the so-called Roman Empire, and become the most powerful king in Europe."