Artoria the Big Liar

For me, this is the second most important festival after cherry blossom viewing.

Before, I made a promise to Jeanne to watch the fireworks at the festival in the dark on this day.

The travel plan was forced to be abolished because of the medicinal bath, and this festival became extremely important.

So, not long after the auction ended, Jeanna called me, clamoring to buy a bathrobe.

The original meaning of yukata is naturally the clothes worn after bathing in hot springs.But with the development of the times, the word has become a synonym for simplified kimono.Jeanne didn't like the old-fashioned stuff, but when everyone in the festival was wearing yukata, she better have one too.

Sister Wang and I didn't go home directly, but met Jeanna, Mei Lin and Mordred in the shopping mall in Xindu.

Since it was a formal occasion, Ms. Wang was wearing a white women's suit, and I was wearing another black suit chosen by Ms. Wang.So the three of them were also wearing formal clothes.Especially Mordred, her formal attire is the same as mine, and she wears the same red tie as me. She looks very chic and handsome, which makes me very satisfied. grown up.

The moment she saw me, Jeanne couldn't wait to ask me.

"Black. Although it may not be my favorite, it should be the most suitable for me."

I said something casually.As a result, I was immediately held by Jeanne and Mei Lin, and walked into the interior of the mall.

As in the past, I was changed into various clothes by them like a doll.The two of them seem to enjoy dressing me casually more than shopping for clothes.It's a pity that no matter how cute the yukata is, no matter how my hairstyle changes, the oppressive force brought by my keyhole-like dragon eyes is too strong, and the plan to make me cute has just gone bankrupt.

In the end, the two of them chose black as the base color for me, with the pattern of white cranes singing the sun as the pattern, and the belt was dark red.

Still, not bankrupt.When Sister Wang came out of the fitting room, she was wearing a bathrobe with deep purple as the background color and blooming daffodils as the pattern, with a black and white crossed belt, and she completely scattered her long silver hair. Suppress it.

If it's just like this, that's all. Mordred came out wearing a crimson bathrobe. With her increasingly angular face, it can also suppress my temperament, making me more like a mother than a father— —The child has really grown up and is already taller than me, which makes me sigh in my heart how time flies.

"Father, is my bathrobe okay? I chose it myself!" Probably because my eyes were too focused, Mordred seemed a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's beautiful, it suits Mordred very well." I squinted and replied with a smile.Looking at Mordred's appearance, I realized that I am indeed in my 30s, and I am no longer the girl in Jeanne's eyes. "It's just that the fabric is a bit rough... Mordred, we are the rich Ukhvar family, not the poor Biandu family. We should buy some better things for ourselves in the future. There is no need to be so careful, otherwise it will appear Poor."

"Cough... I think this is the most suitable, so I will choose it." It seems that Mordred has confirmed this body.

"Since Mordred likes it, let's take this one. In the future, you should ask your mother for more opinions. Her knowledge and talent in this area are not inferior to that of Jeanne." I said.

"Mordred's liking is much more important than my opinion." Sister Wang had a smile on her face, belonging to Aiwujiu. Although the relationship between mother and daughter has not been very good, she still recognizes Mordred.

Anyway, Mordred grew up in a handsome direction, so I don't care if I don't wear this bathrobe a few times.

Next, Mei Lin came out of the fitting room.Her yukata... how should I put it, is still pink with a pattern of white flowers.Although she has her style very much, but the style is too unified, and there is no such eye-catching feeling at all.Even because of the color, it still has a rustic feel.

"It doesn't feel right..." I walked to Mei Lin, looked around her, and confirmed the situation: "It's really not good, it's not good at all. Mei Lin, you were so bold when you picked out clothes for me. Is it just tied up here? The colors can be brighter, and the patterns can be more prominent. Is this too ordinary?"

"I think it's okay?" Mei Lin said in a lower voice, as if she was very guilty.

"Do you lack confidence in yourself?" As if confirming my guess, Mei Lin actually lowered her head.This made me exhale slightly, smiled and held her wrist, and walked towards the traditional clothing area. "Come with me, and I'll pick one for you."

At this time, Jeanna, who hadn't chosen the clothes yet, was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized something, and whispered: "What a cunning guy! Why didn't I think of it! It's a pity that I still have to choose for a long time... ah, I Why are you so stupid!"

Meline and I both heard what Jeanne had to say.And Meilin immediately turned her head, made a childish grimace at Jeanne, then hugged my arm tightly, and took the initiative to pull me to the shelf full of all kinds of bathrobes—for Meilin’s little thought, I Apart from carefully choosing a bathrobe for her, there is really nothing to say.

My clothes are not very good. I picked and picked, but I only picked one style.

Jeanna hugged her chest and curled her lips, seeing that Meilin's expression was quite unfriendly.

"Artoria, you have to pick out a yukata for me too!"

"Of course, Jeanna. Although I don't know how to choose clothes, I still know the basic matching."

There is no way, it is more important to take care of her emotions.

Anyway, she doesn't like traditional Japanese clothes, and prefers dresses and trendy clothes, and I can choose whatever I want.

Modern industrial aesthetics are pretty much the same, even if it really doesn't suit Rangna, it won't be too far apart.

……Maybe.

Chapter 31: Step into the Dream

◆Artoria◆

Unlike Meilin, although I led Jeanna to choose, she was the one who made the final decision.

It is also dark blue like the night, but the pattern on it has become a light purple square.

Tradition and trend collide with each other, and Jeanna's long silver hair and golden eyes are inexplicably suitable.

Even on the way home, Jeanna didn't look very happy just because Mei Lin made a fool of her.

Although it was very late, in order to experience the feeling of wearing a yukata, we did not take public transportation, but chose to walk home.

Naturally, geta should be worn with a yukata.This was no problem for the five of us.

Sister Wang, Jeanne and Meilin are used to modern high heels, and they usually wear them.

As early as the fifth century in Britain, Mordred and I specially changed the foot armor of the dragon armor into the style of thick-heeled high-heeled shoes in order to adapt to the stirrups. .

The new capital at night is still bustling, with cars coming and going, and pedestrians flocking in an endless stream.The lights of various colors make the city dreamy, the partner around me makes me completely relax, and the slow pace makes my consciousness drift to unknown places.

Dreams will last forever, I firmly believe in this, just this【*,

Maybe I really came to the dream, I seem to see Sister Wang, wearing a witch's attire, wearing an ice blue crown, covering her face with black veil, holding a spear-like staff in her hand, it's exactly her using the Caster spirit base The way she looked at the time - the moment I met her gaze, I immediately woke up.

She is not Miss Wang.At least, she is not my sister Wang.

The surrounding environment changed from the streets of Fuyuki to a magnificent palace.The surrounding soldiers lacked armor or even weapons, and just stood guard in the form of werewolves.The palace itself lacked decoration, retaining the original color of the marble, only a red carpet stretching from the throne to the door like a river of blood.Compared with ordinary palaces, this place is more like a larger cage.

Sister Wang—or Morgan—sat on a throne generated by magic power, controlling the magic power network like a spider.

Through the veil, I noticed that her lips were painted with a light blue lip gloss, which was magical and attracted my attention.

She stared at me, as if she was very strange, as if she had never met before, and her eyes revealed a dazed feeling of deja vu.

Dreams blur words, turning thoughts into emotions and purposes.So, even though her lips moved slightly, wanting to talk to me, I couldn't hear what she was saying at all. I could only feel her sadness, her longing, as if in the distant future.

However, I am quite sure that she is definitely not my sister Wang.

So, here is a question - who am I now?

Looking down at my body, I only saw a dark shadow.

At this moment, the dream was broken into pieces, and I returned to reality, walking on the street with my lovers.

"Artoria, what's wrong?" Merlin immediately sensed something was wrong with me because of the succubus blood. "This feeling... just for a moment, are you dreaming?"

"It's a dream. But it's not important. It's just a vague dream. After all, it's only for a moment." I smiled, pretending that nothing important happened—because, I'm sure, when I fall into a dream next time, I will Saw that Morgan once.

"Do you want me to cast a magic spell? With this magic spell, as long as you enter the dream, I will appear by your side." Mei Lin smiled and explained her determination based on past facts: "Dreams are very dangerous. When I was in Camelot before, I was the one who guarded your dreams. After I left, this magic was invalidated, so it should be made up now, right?"

"Melin, my will is very strong. Even if I'm trapped in a dream, with my intelligence, experience and personality, will you still worry that I won't be able to get out? I am the philosopher king recognized by the restraining force." 'Ah. There will never be a situation where you can't get out." I assured Mei Lin.Because, I would love to have a private chat with the Morgan who called me.

"Artoria?" Sister Wang beside her frowned slightly, her light blue pupils were full of worry.

"Since Arturia said not to worry, then she must not worry. She has her own considerations." Fortunately, Jeanna made a rescue for me, otherwise I would really wear my tongue. "You should know the idiom of beating the grass to scare the snake, right? Since the other party let Arturia enter the dreamland, they must investigate it? If you directly intervene, Mei Lin, what else can Artoria investigate? The other party will definitely not Dare to let Artoria enter the dreamland again."

Although he was still worried about my safety, Merlin still nodded.

At least on this planet, there is no existence stronger than me.The gods who escaped to the outer side of the planet are not allowed, nor are the various legendary creatures who escaped to the inner side of the planet.Although the time has not yet come, but holding the "Oath" and "Destiny" and wearing the dragon armor, I don't need to worry about my own safety at all.No one can hurt me but myself, and Mordred.

In this way, after the atmosphere became a little depressing, we walked back home.

At this time, it was already one o'clock in the morning.After a routine wash, I closed my eyes, lay on the bed, felt the comfortable cool air from the air conditioner, and fell into a deep sleep—unlike I expected, this time I didn't fall asleep.When I opened my eyes again, the sunlight passed through the curtains, illuminating the whole room.Mei Lin beside her has already gotten up and is busy preparing for the medicinal bath.

I am completely used to such a slow-paced lazy life.

Putting on my regular attire consisting of a black camisole and black shorts, and tying my hair into a simple ponytail, I came to the main house.

Everyone also found their place, and Mordred, wearing the cheap clothes I bought for her at the beginning and wearing an apron, was preparing an Italian breakfast in the kitchen, very focused and careful.

Sister Wang has been calling this number, fulfilling the duties of the head of the Ukhvar family, negotiating with the auction on transfer issues, and at the same time starting to look for properties. She really wants to run the family well, not just a forged identity.

Jeanna was holding a tablet computer and reading a book, as if she was learning mathematics.Because my swordsmanship is based on mathematics, and if I am not good at space geometry, I must not be good at swordsmanship.Moreover, after getting the reverberation of the Red God, even though she was very reluctant, she was destined to focus on melee attacks.Fortunately, she is French, so I don't have to worry about that because she has language skills in mathematics.

As a result, I was the only one who had nothing to do.

I had no choice but to lie on the sofa like a useless person again, turn on my handheld, and play the hunting game.

Such an overly lazy life has kept my spirit in a state of relaxation.As a result, in order to earn money for the game, I repeatedly brushed the giant halberd dragon online, and just like last night, I entered the dream set by Morgan.

I was still lying down, but not on a sofa, but on a huge bed.

Next to the bed was Morgan, who was sleeping peacefully.Even though she was resting on a soft pillow, she was still wearing a crown. It seemed that the crown was something that could not be removed, and something very bad would happen if she took it off.

Such a close distance allows me to observe this Morgan well.

However, she and my sister Wang are the same individual in the parallel world, with exactly the same appearance and very similar temperament, both are as vast, quiet and cold as a lake.But if there is any difference, it is that there is much less human breath in her body, and she also lacks the divinity derived from the goddess of death, almost no different from a pure goblin.

I lowered my head again, trying to see who I was in the dream.

However, all I can see are still dark shadows—these shadows are not a layer wrapped around my body, but I am actually made of shadows.In the dream, I have no body, no senses, just a phantom-like inner being, beside Morgan, acting as a king.

Yes, that's right, the king.

The existence that can sleep on the other side of the queen's bed can only be the king.

That being the case, my identity here is ready to be revealed——

"So that's why I was treated as the humble king Vutigeng..."

At the moment of realizing this, the shadow in the dream turned into a real body.

Smaller, more frail, and extremely malnourished than my real body.

She was wearing a gorgeous long dress made of shadows, and the skirt continued to the end of the big bed.

Wearing a crown on the top of the head, made of countless spikes and splicing, it is uncomfortable to look at, and even more uncomfortable to wear.

Even after that, I still wore jet-black armor on top of the long skirt.Dark red magic veins flowed on the armor, like a cracked crater, and huge energy was ready to come out.

Arms in iron gauntlets are bound with heavy chains, born of darkness, and imbued with the concept of kingship.

There is no doubt that this is the appearance of the humble king Vortigern in my memory.Even though I only met her once, even if I only said a few innocuous words, her appearance has been imprinted in my mind and will never disappear.

Really... No matter which world I am in, I can't escape the fate of being king...

At this moment, Morgan beside him opened his eyes.

After seeing my appearance, she got up quickly as if frightened, and stared at me with wide eyes.

"...how, how could this happen?"

With ears, you can hear words.

Although they have pointed ears like elves, they are no different from human round ears.

Seeing Morgan panicked, I smiled.

"How could this be? Morgan, as a caster, shouldn't you know better than me?"

"But... no, it's impossible! Uther is already dead, poisoned to death during the coronation ceremony!"

"So, Morgan, you know I'm not Uther, don't you?"

I do speak of my own volition.

However, the self in the dream is completely different from the self in reality.

I wanted to talk to Morgan calmly, but the memory of Vortigern affected my will, making me speak like Vortigerm.Whatever is said ends up being a mockery.No matter who the opponent is, the instinctive disgust will not disappear.

Yes, I can feel that I hate Morgan in front of me.It’s not an emotional dislike, but a physical disgust that’s close to instinct. It’s a kind of real nausea and nausea.

"...Who are you?" Morgan's words were threatening, but they were more of a cover for his fear.

"Me? Let me think about it... Which name should I choose..." I lightly touched my chin with my right index finger, I smiled viciously, squinted at the undecorated ceiling, and soon The answer was given: "Vortigern—it really has to be the name. About the name... you know who I am, right? After all, as the Queen of Britain, you can of course observe metahumans Shi, naturally you will know my name."

"The humble king...it turned out to be the humble king..." Lying on the bed, Morgan closed his eyes and called out my current title.

"After Uther's death, who else can inherit the throne besides Vortigern?" The physical disgust made me sick to my stomach, and my tone was full of mockery.I wandered in my dreams, playing my part in them. "However, Morgan, let me tell you a secret—it's true that I am Vortigern, but I am not only Vortigern. The kingdom of goblins cannot produce real dragons, so they can only be summoned from the history of pan-humanity. Coincidentally, Some deviations have occurred in your spell, and it is no longer the Vortigern of pan-human history that you summon."

"Not the Vortigern of pan-human history? What... does this mean?" Morgan was very nervous and afraid, completely different from the always confident Wang Jie in my memory.It made me think that she wasn't even Morgan, she just got her identity and part of her memory from Morgan and pretended to be Morgan.

"Artoria Vortigern, this is my current name." The moment the voice fell, the physical disgust in my body disappeared immediately - I seemed to be completely me. "It is indeed King Arthur, but it is the evil dragon king with Vortigern's blood, not the knight king who shines as bright as the sun. Although you are not my sister, but a fairy who pretended to be Morgan's appearance and identity, But since you're Morgan and all I've been through is a dream, I'd like to help you."

It is a pity that my body has not changed. I am still petite to only 144 cm tall, and I am still extremely thin.However, my whole body exudes a stronger magic power.The darkness turned into hands, dragged me up, and turned into a black cloud. Even though I was wearing an exaggeratedly long skirt, it still did not touch the ground.