Artoria the Big Liar

If it was panhuman history, I would definitely help her.But in this dreamlike rumor belt, she is definitely my enemy—not to mention being wanted by my mother, she has the name Artoria, which means that she is the elf King Arthur.Therefore, in the case that the identity of the father is Vortigerm, it is impossible for me to really get along with her.

I stared at the charcoal stove in a daze, and the fairy Artoria didn't speak, just stayed by my side.

Time passed quickly.No matter how real it is, a dream is a dream after all, and there is a moment of waking up.

While waiting idly for the charcoal to be fired successfully, the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and I was walking on the streets of Miyama Town again, wearing a yukata and getting clogs on my feet.The surrounding scene still stays before the dream, it seems that this long dream exists only for a moment, and then returns to reality.

Soon, my father looked at me.I nodded to her, indicating that I really went to the Lost Belt.

Of course, this action cannot escape everyone's attention.Jeanna kept smiling, and couldn't wait to ask her father.

"Arturia, were you dreaming just now? Where did you dream?"

"Well. This time is very long, about three hours. Except for the first half hour of organizing my thoughts, the rest of the time I have been teaching Tona Riko how to become a qualified king. She is very smart, this Like Sister Wang, she can not only draw inferences from one instance, but also understand the laws and principles, and can understand what I mean without my detailed explanation."

Thinking about it, my father spent a lot of time to let me understand very basic things.

Later, he was able to be independent in name, but he was still unable to deal with many things.

After saying these words, my father looked at me again, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, maintaining a smile that I am all too familiar with.

"Mordred, have you come to the Belt of Stranger Things, too?"

"Yes, Father. I'm here too."

"But I didn't find you, did some accident happen?"

"I don't know if it was an accident. I got lost in the swamp of the goblins. That's the territory of the barghest Bagster. Except for one goblin, I found no trace of other goblins, and the dragon's senses found nothing .”

Having said that, I hesitated.I really don't know if I should expose Fairy Artoria's whereabouts.

This slight hesitation was caught by the father.Her eyes flickered, and her brain was like a supercomputer, quickly analyzing all the situations: "Mordred, trust your own judgment. Although limited by age and experience, sometimes you don't know what to do, But you can already take responsibility for your words and actions."

Hearing these words, I smiled unconsciously.

Sure enough, my father is the best father in the world, I always feel so.

The more books and TV shows I read, the more I can understand how difficult it is for parents to understand and trust their children.And this kind of problem does not exist for me. My father will always understand me and always believe in me. Even on the day of Kamlan, he respects my decision, but I am a little regretful and feel that I have not done my best. .

That being the case, there is no need for me to speak out.I'll take care of the fairy Arturia's affairs by myself.

"In short, Mordred, no matter what happens, since you feel that you are not wrong, then continue to do it. Even if the final result is not good, please have a clear conscience. When you are really confused, you feel that you need help When the time comes, come and ask me again. You have grown up and are trying to be independent, and you can’t do without this confidence.”

"...Thank you, Father."

"I am your father, this is what I should do."

Father's smile was still so warm, it made me feel like I was bathed in the spring sun, and I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

After that, the father brought up the rhythm and topic again, chatting about daily trivial matters while walking on the way home.

Different from the feeling in the past that I wanted to join the conversation no matter what, now I am more and more silent, just listening to their conversation, trying to understand with my own logic, and finally get my own answer.

It seems that I have separated from my father and went out independently, and the distance is getting farther and farther.But only our father and son know that our hearts are much closer - I am no longer the kid begging for candies around my father, but a real knight who can be alone.I am no longer an admirer looking forward to my father, but a companion who can fight side by side with her after understanding her thoughts.

For the first time in my life, in the middle of the night of the Obon Festival, I had the wonderful experience of growing up.

Afterwards, I went home and drank the milk my father boiled with my own hands. I went back to my room and lay on the bed, recalling the events of the Lost Belt and what happened in the past in my mind.Unknowingly, ripples appeared in my calm heart, and the confirmed feelings were once again proved and imprinted in my heart.

I had a dream, a real dream, a dream of nothingness, where consciousness was overwhelmed by confused emotions and emotions.

In the dream, I was impeccably dressed in a black suit and black leather shoes.At that time, I had grown up and was taller than my mother, and my field of vision when standing was completely different from what it is now.And beside me, is a woman in a white wedding dress.The happiness that fills my heart, in【&{

Until the moment I woke up, this hot spring-like beauty still lingered in my heart, just like the charcoal stove I made in the strange belt, the smoke and dust slowly spilled out like dry ice.Even though I know it's impossible, I still like this dream very much—the so-called beautiful dream is supposed to do things in the dream that can't be done in reality.

"What a dream..."

Sighing like this, I gradually adapted to the modern society, got up, washed, dressed, and then went to the kitchen.

However, as soon as I opened the kitchen door, I saw my father was wearing the pajamas Jeanna bought for her, pouring coffee from the moka pot.On the other side, the French press had already frothed the milk, and a medium-sized cappuccino was made.

After tasting the coffee, my father realized that I had come to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mordred."

"Good morning, Father."

Daily greetings are worth a thousand words.

The father raised his hand, indicating the coffee in his hand.

"Would you like to taste the coffee? I drank it before. It was instant black coffee. It was not suitable for me. It felt very punchy. Now I have made a cup of Italian cappuccino, and it feels good. It tastes much better than pure coffee."

I still remember that it was the day after Jeanne established a relationship with her father.Jeanna lacked magic power, so she got it from her father.As a result, the father gave not only magic power, but also soul power, and he felt uncomfortable for a whole day.

Still, I shook my head.I don't like bitterness, I hate it so much, I can't drink coffee anyway.

"The coffee is too bitter. Even with milk and sugar, I still can't stand it. If it's refreshing every morning, I think hot cocoa is more suitable for me. It's sweet and delicious, and it also fits the style of breakfast. "

"That's it... Indeed, hot cocoa is also a good choice."

After drinking the coffee in the cup, the father began to clean the Moka pot.

And as usual, I use a bread machine to toast, boil tea eggs, hot milk, and fruit salad for breakfast.

In recent days, her father woke up very late and was always surrounded by people around her.It’s a rare opportunity to be alone in the kitchen with me right now—yes, it’s a rare opportunity.

"...That, Father."

"Is there anything you want to say, Mordred?"

"It's true that I'm curious. But if I can't even suppress this curiosity, am I still your father?"

The meaning of the father is already obvious.Nothing in this world can trouble the father and son of the Pendragon family.Under this premise, what she cares about is not the matter itself, but my own growth and awareness.

The dog demon Bagster is not worth mentioning, and the attitude of the fairy Arturia is gradually getting better.What I thought late last night, and what I still think now——then, it is better not to say anything.

"That's it, I understand. After this matter is settled, I will definitely tell my father."

"Then I'll be waiting for your surprise, Mordred."

After cleaning the Moka pot, the royal father wiped his hands and left the kitchen.

It seemed like nothing was said, which bothered me a little.But life is like this, only after you have done it, you will know whether it is worth it, whether it is wrong-let’s prepare breakfast.

Chapter 38: Different points in time

◆Mordred◆

Except for guys like Mei Lin, people can't control whether they can dream or not.

It is the same reason that my father and I came to the Lost Belt through dreams.

I was clearly making breakfast for everyone, and in a blink of an eye, I entered the swamp that was about to become another world.

Right now, I am lying on a bed in the cabin of the fairy Artoria.

The bed was very hard and low, with no mattress and sheets, nor duvets and sheets.Instead, there was a very soft pillow. It seemed that she, like her father, had a bad neck and needed a soft pillow to fall asleep.

Scratching my head and straightening my body, I scanned around.

The forest in the swamp is so dense that only a little sunlight can pass through the dense foliage and reach the ground.

From the shining light, I judged that two hours should have passed.

There was no sign of the fairy Arturia nearby, so I don't know where she went.

"Tsk... This feeling of being unable to control the dream is really uncomfortable, accidents are too easy to happen."

No one can guarantee how long my deterrent effect on Bagster will last, and no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents to that village girl.

No matter what, she still has the name "Artoria", but she must not be allowed to run away.

And just as this thought came to my mind, a voice came into my head.

"Yes? It's not difficult to do this kind of thing. Mordred, you are actually very clear, right?"

"Shut up, Slaanesh. Since it's an echo, just be my strength."

What annoys me is that the echo of this purple god is adhering to the original nature, always trying to tempt me to make wrong decisions.

What's more, it actually has no self-awareness, but a part of what I think.As a result, it was as if I was schizophrenic, and I had an extra "air friend" for no reason.

"That's right? I am indeed your power. Since it is your power, I can't make decisions for you, but it must be possible to provide suggestions and additional options as a tool? This dream that spans timelines, I Is there a way to keep you going—or, Mordred, you're not aware of the most basic thing?"

Of course I know, without the echoes of Slaanesh reminding me.

The dreams of my father and I are not synchronized, and there are differences before and after the timeline.

The father made it very clear that Uther was the king of Britain at the beginning, and the mother of the rumor belt did not become the queen until Uther died.The father's setting is to be born from Uther's corpse, and the gap between before and after is not more than one month.But on my side, just from the reaction of the fairy Artoria, I can tell that my mother's rule has lasted for a long time.

Sighing, I aroused the sense of mission, pride, arrogance, disregard for everything in my heart... In short, such emotions, and then burst out the power that belongs to the Purple God.This force acted according to the thoughts in my heart. I bypassed the magic that Merlin exerted on me to synchronize with my father's dream, and connected myself to the dream alone, and staked and anchored together.

Violet God's Echo didn't make a sound, just as silent as before.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that this was the first time that Violet God's Echo had spoken to me.

Its voice was exactly like mine, but the tone and intonation would make me think it was someone else.

And it pretends to be the same as I've said a lot, and that's how I feel.This feeling is very strange. Maybe one day when it becomes stronger, it may bypass my cognition and directly order me to do things, using me as a puppet.

"After all, it is still an evil god. Even if it is an echo, it is still so dangerous..."

I just sighed to myself, felt that the existence around me was becoming more and more real in my cognition, and confirmed that the connection with the Lost Belt had become stable. I stood up from this simple low bed and burned it with those charcoals. Making distilled water - unexpectedly slow, much slower than the Moka pot my father used to make coffee in the morning, I can only wait quietly.

The clay pot is very clean, the distilled water has no special taste, and it tastes good, it would be even better if there are black tea leaves.

But it's distilled water after all, it's very hot, so I can only drink it slowly while waiting for the fairy Arturia to come back.

After drinking about half a liter of water, the fairy Artoria opened the door.

She carried two baskets, one small and one large.Inside the small basket were suspicious mushrooms of various colors and some green plants.In the big basket were two catfish jumping around, quite fat, about half a meter long.

"Mordred, I'm back."

"...Welcome back, Arturia."

I am used to daily small talk.This is my father's teaching, and I can't change it no matter what.

Fairy Artoria didn't feel anything, so she came straight to me, took out a piece of pottery from her pocket, and put it on the low stove.The pottery piece is a magic prop, it rapidly expands and becomes larger, becoming a crucible.The crucible is about one meter high, and the diameter at its widest point is also about one meter. It contains clean water, which is crystal clear, no worse than modern tap water.

"Are you... going to cook?"

"Yes. These are today's ingredients."

"Today? Means, do you have to eat so much in a day?"

"Is it okay? I eat less, and there are many elves in the Clan without Fangs." The elf Artoria paused for a moment, showing a sunny smile. "And it's not just me? Mordred, you should be hungry, right? Most of these ingredients are prepared for you."

"Huh? What are you thinking? Have you forgotten that I am the heir to Britain?" I frowned slightly, warning her.

"But Mordred is still hungry, right? Even a goblin would be hungry if he hasn't eaten for so long?"

As she spoke, she took out a golden kitchen knife from her purse—it should be made of bronze, and knocked a catfish unconscious with brute force, then found a stool and sat down, skillfully dissecting the catfish .This kitchen knife is unexpectedly sharp and must have been enchanted, and it only takes one stroke to peel off the scales of the catfish.Cutting open the fish maw is as easy as cutting tofu.

This made me frown slightly.It is true that elves are afraid of iron objects, and there are many elves who eat meat, but this is the first time I have heard of elves who use cooking skills, let alone this extremely abnormal appetite.Ordinary goblins eat whatever is available in their surroundings.They can convert food into magic power, the conversion rate is very high, one apple can satisfy half a day's consumption.

"I said, Artoria, are you really a fairy?"

"Of course it is. Mordred, can't you see that?"

"But you don't look like a fairy at all, do you?"

"Uh... Mordred, what do you want to ask about?"

"How did you realize that food needs to be processed, not swallowed?"

"Of course I knew it from the elves." Fairy Altria said as a matter of course, looking at me with puzzled eyes, as if it seemed strange that I, the heir to the kingdom, didn't know this common sense. "The elves promoted by the Eternal Queen have intelligence and creativity similar to humans. They have a deep understanding of art, and cooking is a kind of art. Moreover, cooked food is indeed much more delicious? Even if it is fruit, it becomes It is better to eat it as a salad or a platter than to eat it directly.”

"That's right..."

confirmed.The time point where I am is long after the time point where my father was.

Promoting goblins to elves was just an idea of ​​the father, but now it has become something that can be realized.

According to the tone of the fairy Altria, there are quite a few elves. They can already be called a race, and they can build their own culture. Maybe they already have history and inheritance, and they can develop on their own without borrowing human abilities.

I need more information, even common sense information.