Artoria the Big Liar

"Therefore, the Plantagenet kings, who were French and considered themselves French, modified their origins in order to suppress the local Anglo-Saxon nobles, and determined that King Arthur was their ancestor. These Frenchmen were not It is outsiders, and local talents are outsiders. During the period of Richard I, known as the "Lionheart King", because the king himself participated in the Eastern Expedition, coupled with his own disdain for England, the legend of King Arthur became more and more popular. He even built a tomb specially for King Arthur to commemorate and pray. The king himself thought that King Arthur was reincarnated, and the weapons he wore and even the table knife he used were all named after the Holy Sword.”

"Since the Norman Conquest, England's throne has been traced by blood. This recognition of inheritance and the pursuit of legitimacy have led to the fact that the story of King Arthur has not been denied, but has been further passed on and developed. However, with At the end of the Hundred Years' War, Britain completely lost all its continental territories, and coincided with the last train of the Renaissance, so King Arthur added many concepts of chivalry, which was closer to a perfect knight than a perfect king In the era of the rise of humanism, many weaknesses in character were added, from a perfect king to a great but mortal king—just like Rama in India, Xuanyuan Huangdi in China, and Hachiman in this island country Shenwu are all legendary figures, they have been integrated with their own nation, so it doesn't matter if they are fictional or not."

The more I talked, the more strange Mordred's expression became.

At the beginning, it was a normal surprise, but later it became unbelievable.

It's not that she believes what I said, but the fact that "these contents are said by me" itself makes her unbelievable.

Or - unacceptable.

"Father...does he also think that 'King Arthur' exists?"

"What's the matter, Mordred? I... don't quite understand what you want to ask."

"It's just... Is father dissatisfied with this change? Just... Is that all right?"

"I'm just telling the public what the image of King Arthur is and how this image has changed." I explained, "The stories recorded in the history books are not what happened at that time. Later generations refer to many historical evidences and The history summarized by the clues is quite far from the truth. Not to mention, King Arthur did not even leave any evidence, only one exaggerated legend. The descendants of the mysterious decline must not be able to understand these legends. The situation at that time must be speculated and judged by the standard of complete decline of mystery—then, King Arthur is no longer history, but a legend, a fantasy. In this case, the image of King Arthur in modern times has nothing to do with King Arthur himself ...has nothing to do with us."

"But...but..." Mordred's expression became more and more unacceptable, as if my answer was not what I asked.

"Mordred, you are my child. If you want to ask anything, just ask. I won't be angry." Speaking of this, the corners of my mouth involuntarily raised an arc. "Also, I've never been angry, have I? As long as Mordred asks a question, I've always answered it well, right?"

"I... actually have nothing to ask." Mordred lowered his head, his voice became weaker, his fists clenched instinctively, as if he was experiencing mental torment. "I just... just..."

She couldn't tell.

Is it because I'm afraid that I'll feel bad if I say it?

I don't quite get it - Mordred had never been this coy before the Battle of Camlann.

Or, she is actually in pain now, unable to get out of the shadow of killing me, and feels guilty just looking at me?

Thinking of this, I also became speechless—I couldn’t speak words of counseling to those who felt guilty, it would be tantamount to reopening the wound.Not to mention an apology, it would be like adding salt to the wound.

The best way is to leave this topic behind and change to a new one.

"Let's talk about identity first. The information on the passport is already very clear. We are still blood relatives, but the relationship is no longer a father and son distorted by Pendragon, but sisters—twin sisters. You can understand the text on it , I don't have to read it again..."

Mordred was not listening at all, she was immersed in her emotions, unable to extricate herself.

Looking at her devastated look, I could only let out a heavy breath.

"Forget it, wash up first, then change your pajamas, and go have a meal. I hope there are delicious restaurants nearby-preferably fried chicken burgers, and it would be even better if they are good at making spicy food. All of these It was something we could never eat at that time. Just like the pajamas we wear now, they could indeed be made in our time, but the cost is completely different, and even the most ordinary people can afford it.”

Chapter Two Chicken Fries

Our clothes are very simple--the clothes of ordinary families are usually very simple.

Through our respective mobile phones, the current time point has been confirmed-July 2014, 7.

{【, it's midsummer, Mordred and I are wearing simple pure white short-sleeves, and Jane【[

If it was Huaxia, the total amount of this outfit would not exceed 20 yuan, and they were all street stalls.The size is also slightly out of fit, but it's not a big problem, at least it's comfortable to wear.

Mordred had no interest in modern cities, and was absent-minded the whole time, thinking about his own affairs.

Even in KFC, where the air is filled with the aroma of fried chicken, she is still absent-minded and has no appetite.

I had a slumped face the whole time, very unhappy, very unhappy, and I didn't know what to say, so I just started eating.

This KFC is not to my liking - I don't know if it is to cater to the locals, even the junk food like chicken and chips, the taste is quite bland, as if there is no salt added.If it weren't for the taste of the chicken, I would have regretted coming here—in fact, I regret it now. It would be better to find a Chinese restaurant and order mutton noodles.

In the tradition of the Britons, it is quite normal to talk while eating.

I chatted with Mordred in this store.

Of course, in order to avoid some trouble, I deliberately used Latin.

As a dead language, Latin can only be spoken by very few people in Europe, let alone Japan.

"...that is, the relationship between my father and me, twin sisters here? Because our parents passed away in a car accident, we had to go back to Japan and go to school here? And because the start date of the school in the UK and Japan is not the same. Same, so we can join in as transfer students?"

"That's about it," I said. "Is Mordred very uncomfortable with this era?"

"...The era is okay...just the title..."

It turned out that I was concerned about the name change...

No matter which age or nationality, parents have special titles.Once you get used to the address, it's very difficult to get used to it - just like changing your name suddenly, it takes almost a year to make the new name a habit.

"When you speak English, you call me by my first name. When you speak Japanese, you can call me by my name or sister."

"...It's still a bit awkward. They are father and son, but they want to call sisters or something..."

"It's not a problem to say they are sisters. My prototype is Vortigern, and your prototype is me. As beings born in an unnatural way, we don't have any parents in the sense of life. It is only because Albi Ang's royal power. Now I am not the king, you are not the successor of the king, it doesn't matter how the title changes."

Mordred didn't answer, but slowly chewed the fried chicken leg.

The truth is such a truth, I think she also understands.But changing and adapting is another story.

Mental age aside, I was indeed 30 years old when the Battle of Kamran broke out.

How should I put it... I feel that I am too tender, so that I feel a little bit ashamed.

——How did that blue guy have the audacity to think of himself as an ordinary girl?

I really can't imagine it.

As a result, Mordred and I didn't talk much afterwards.It wasn't until she and I had finished eating these cheap fast food that I said something ordinary to her: "How is it? Does the food in this store seem to be okay?"

"It's okay..."

That's what it means.

After all, she is different from me, she is used to being pampered, her diet has been the highest standard since she was a child, and she has never suffered much.As long as she's in a bad mood, no matter how delicious it is, she doesn't think it's very delicious - besides, this KFC is really not good enough.

"What are you thinking? Can you tell me something?" I asked softly.

"I... nothing." She hesitated, but finally said nothing.

"Speak out. This is not Britain in the fifth century, and it's okay to say it." I said softly. "Or, it's already at this time, and Mordred still wants to hide from me?"

Mordred took a deep breath, and she clenched her fists again, as if mustering all her courage——

"Father...sister, what does the life of King Arthur mean to you? What does it mean to you, my mother, Merlin, and the knights?" Mordred paused, hesitation and Tangled. "...Does it mean that you have always felt that we are all burdens? Is King Arthur's life nothing but pain? If so...why do you want to be king? Why do you want to take everyone to conquer so much? country, to build such a prosperous country?"

I blinked, a little dazed.

I don't seem to have ever considered this question.

Deep down, I only see myself as an actor playing King Arthur.

The actor's personal thoughts are not important, what is important is to act well in the script and become King Arthur recognized by everyone.

And the pain...

"...Maybe I'm used to it."

Mordred froze, thinking about the meaning of my sentence, but she couldn't figure it out, because there was no first half of the sentence.

Fortunately, it is different now than during the Holy Grail War.I did play King Arthur, and the King Arthur story is completely over.Instead of trying to deceive people with lies, I can now deduce motives and reasons from the scenes I already have.

"Mordred didn't experience that era, so he doesn't know the situation in Britain at that time." I said softly. "Many people think that I must have received Merlin's education in my dreams since I was very young, so I can have so much knowledge that ordinary people can't grasp-but that's not the case. When I went to that town, put Before the chosen sword was pulled out, Merlin and I had no communication. I don't know if she couldn't find me, or she was simply afraid of a Vortigern replica... In short, she lost her at the age of eight. After my parents, I lived alone until I drew my sword at the age of 16."

Mordred said nothing.Her eyes were flickering, and seemed to be filled with tears.

I smiled slightly and handed her a napkin.

She understood what I meant and wiped away the tears with a napkin.

"Actually, I probably know my destiny... I really don't want to be a king. The job of a king is very hard, and the responsibility is very heavy. Not only must you keep winning victories, but also let the people under your rule live better But, the reality is very cruel. No matter how much you think about it, as long as there is something to push you, you will eventually walk on the path you should take. Mordred can guess why I became Albi Ang's king?"

Mordred lowered his head, not daring to meet my gaze.

She is thinking, she is hesitating.She thought for a long time, but still couldn't answer.

Seeing her so uncomfortable, I had no choice but to exhale and express my initial thoughts.

"—Because I don't want to go hungry. I thought at the time, as long as I draw my sword and become a king, I won't starve to death in the future, right? That's a king, and the whole country is the king's private property, and all the land belongs to the king. Wang. Then, I found out that this is not the case. Everyone is starving. Even if the abandoned part is removed, the land yield is getting less and less every year. There is no hope of getting rid of hunger at all. Fertilizer is useless and seed cultivation is useless , the rest such as crop rotation, disease control, and water power development are all useless. This land is cursed, and the people in this land are also cursed—so, from then on, I began to conceive how to conquer Gao Lu. The road ahead, that has become a natural thing."

Mordred's eyes widened. She looked at me, and then at the gnawed bones in front of me, in astonishment.

There are still many things I haven't told her, and it doesn't make sense to say it.For example, rheumatism and rhinitis caused by long-term exposure to rain and cold, such as scars that have never been shown to the public, such as why the height is so short and the weight is so light-etc.Even if it was said, Mordred hadn't personally experienced it, so naturally he couldn't understand it.

"...and, even if I really didn't want to be king, it didn't make any difference. Britain's population dropped by 40% under Vortigern. There was chaos, killing, hunger, and misery on the island. I uprooted I don't want everyone to continue to live like this, so I have to be a bad guy, keep expanding and conquering. I got the Nordic warrior, the mystery of Iceland, and the Gaul Grain, the artisans of the lowlands, and finally the wealth of Italy—although it is destined to be as short-lived as fireworks, it is better than dying of hunger, pain and humiliation.”

I did not expect myself to be able to say such a long passage on this subject.

And these words are really a bit brazen, which makes me look so wise.

In fact, my behavior is not as good as I say.

The Britons were few, and after Vortigern's chaos the population was even smaller.This led me to very extreme measures in order to achieve the conquest I envisioned-much more brutal than the Romans, almost as cruel as the Mongols.No matter what standard is used, it is absolute plunder, killing and enslavement.The established rule was not firm at all, and it was only when the conquered lost the courage to resist under the terror I spread, that the kingdom looked okay on the surface.

I did not say this to Mordred.Her political literacy is not low, and she should be able to distinguish these contents.

However, Mordred didn't speak, she kept thinking and kept silent.

The face that is very similar to mine is only blank, and the golden vertical pupils are still trembling, as if they may cry at any time, as if I did something that wronged her, it doesn't look like a kingdom at all On the contrary, she looks like a little girl who has been bullied but is holding on in front of her parents.

"...So, Mordred, even if you take over the country normally, it will collapse soon. Even if you keep suppressing the rebellion and defeating all the enemies, it won't last 30 years after you. If that's the case, then it's better for me to continue. You just need to be my knight and obey my orders. The promise to let you inherit the throne... Sorry, but there is no way to fulfill it in the end. I really dare not Imagine what you will be forced to do when the country collapses..."

"Why do you have to apologize?" Suddenly, Mordred's eyes were extremely firm, as if all the accumulated tears had been frozen. "It's obviously me who should apologize! It's obviously each of us who is right! Obviously...!!"

"Mordred, keep your voice down, this is a public place."

I had to lower my voice to remind her.

What is special about Japan is that places to eat are always very quiet as long as no one is drinking.

She was so surprised that not only the staff in the store, but even the customers who ate here looked here.

Luckily I was savvy enough to converse in Latin from the start.And apparently there is no one here who understands Latin.

Mordred clenched his fist and placed it gently on the table - not loudly, but enough to divert the attention of others.Even though it's modern, she and I still have a dragon core.

The Battle of Camlan had hurt her too much.And it's only been two days since she and I experienced physical sensations.

If it were me, I wouldn't be able to let it go. I also want to ask the questions in my heart clearly, and I also want to speak clearly in my heart.

But in the current state, before she regained her calm and rationality, those words were unclear.

"...Mordred, there is still a queen in Britain now, that country belongs to her and her people. Since we have come here, it means that it is a new life... Don't think so much, just let those things pass .”

Mordred bit his lip and said nothing.

She was still emotional, and there were still tears in her eyes.

...Maybe I talk too much?

Mordred was an excellent child, but she had just experienced the greatest grief of her life.

Killed his father with his own hands, destroyed his kingdom with his own hands, and ended his own life in guilt and anger—that must be a very painful, tortured, almost maddening emotion, right?

Thinking of this, I instinctively opened my mouth.

An apology was about to come out, but I stopped just in time - Mordred didn't want to hear my apology.

So, after a moment of hesitation, I stood up.

"It's time to go somewhere else, Mordred...Next place, let's go to the library."

Mordred nodded, without speaking, and got up silently.

I took out this map of "Misaki Town" from my satchel and planned the route to the library.

But what books should I read in the library?

I didn't think about it.

I just feel that there is a place where knowledge is accumulated.

People can gain wisdom from knowledge and peace from thinking.

Maybe... there will be a solution to Mordred's current situation?

I can only pray in my heart...