Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Blonde hair and blue eyes, from a distant foreign country.

Such a girl full of mysteries, unexpectedly met her old friend in this strange land...

Butterfly Shinobi still vaguely remembered that Arturia seemed to have told her once, saying that she was alone in this world and had no past fetters at all.

If so... what's going on now?

These cumbersome thoughts only happened in a flash, but in the real world, both Butterfly Shinobi and Oda Kirika nodded gently, and also thoughtfully expressed that they didn't really care about this sudden incident. small incident.

"Meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land is a good thing." Butterfly said with a smile, "Pendragon, you can just go, we will wait for you here, and you have been on the road for so long, now you can take a rest, right? what?"

"Thank you very much." Nodding slightly to the two girls, Arturia turned and left without talking nonsense.

She stared at the figure in the distance, with mixed surprise and doubt in her heart.

why?

Why can I see her here?

There are too many doubts in my heart, but it doesn't matter, because as long as I stand in front of the other party, I must be able to get the truth.

The warm spring breeze blew slightly, and the branches and leaves of the trees beside him rustled.

Artoria walked through the woods, her body was as light as if she was flying.

At such a speed, it stands to reason that she should have already arrived in front of the other party.

but.........

The figure in front of her was also running at high speed in the forest just like her at the moment.

"......"

With a complicated expression on her face, Artoria chose to follow the opponent closely without falling behind.

It wasn't until the man stopped suddenly in an open space that this completely meaningless chase came to an end.

Walking out of the forest slowly, Arturia looked up at the figure not far away.

The petite girl knight, wearing a silver helmet with horns, undoubtedly stood there as the person he knew in his memory.

"Mordred..."

Her green eyes shimmered, and she softly murmured the name of the young knight in front of her.

As she approached, bursts of familiar sound came from the helmet.

A girl with blond hair and blue eyes, similar in appearance to Arturia but with a completely different temperament, she turned around and performed an orthodox knight salute to Artoria.

"Father, long time no see."

"...Long time no see, Mordred."

Arturia's eyes sparkled with joy, and she looked at Mordred with loving and gentle eyes.

Traveling non-stop in different worlds, as time went by, she couldn't help but miss her family members more and more.

So she was undoubtedly pleasantly surprised to be able to meet Mordred here.

"Father, it seems that you are doing well here."

Tilting her head, the girl knight said words that seemed to be concerned, but actually meant something.

"Indeed."

Nodding her head, Artoria said without doubting his reply, "I have made some good friends here, and I have my own goals to achieve."

The goal she mentioned was to kill Ghost Mai Tsuji, and then completely end the tragic fate of ghosts and cannibals.

After saying this, Artoria suddenly remembered that she still had some questions to get answers from the other party.

"Speaking of which——" Artoria asked with a puzzled expression, "—Mordred, why did you appear here?"

I am a summoned heroic spirit, so Mordred, what kind of identity did she come to this world?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but carefully looked at the other party, and suddenly, she was surprised to find that the other party was still a body of flesh and blood at this moment.

And what the other party said next made her feel even more surprised.

"Father, I have followed your footsteps all the way for a long time. This body appeared in the world, and everything is aimed at you."

When she said this sentence, the young knight seemed to be melting in the sun, and her whole body was so white that it was transparent.

"Actually, it's not just me, whether it's Morgan or Guinevere...we are all waiting for your return in that far away place."

"Wait... for my return?"

After gently repeating these words, a trace of uneasiness suddenly surged in her heart.

This feeling came without warning, but it made her frown involuntarily.

Perhaps some things... have begun to escape her control unconsciously.

"Yes, Father." Mordred seemed completely unaware of her.

Taking a step forward, the girl knight in silver armor subconsciously brushed her hair with her hands, her voice seemed a bit sharp.

Those eyes with the same color tone as hers were looking at her without blinking at this moment.

"Father, don't you notice anything strange about those evil spirits?"

As soon as the words fell, Artoria couldn't help but followed the other person's words, recalling in her mind the strange things she had encountered before.

Those........ The evil spirits who came to kill themselves, and the question of who leaked their information.

Memories are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit together in a flash.

The pupils shrank slightly, and she seemed to realize something suddenly.

Raising her head, Artoria looked at her daughter in disbelief.

"Mordred..." Seems to be proving, like sad, her voice lost a bit of clarity, a little hoarse, "...Could it be that you did all of that ?"

She didn't specify what things were mentioned by name, but Mordred knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Yes, those are all me, no—" Shaking her head, when she spoke again, she said words that shocked Artoria's pupils again, "——we did those together."

"you?!"

She looked at the other person's pair of green eyes similar to her own, and the expression revealed in them reminded her of another possibility involuntarily.

"Could it be..." Arturia muttered to herself in a very soft voice, but suddenly raised her volume the next moment, "Is it Morgan or... Guinevere? "

As soon as the question came to an end, she saw that the person in her memory who was always yearning for her was looking at her with extremely complicated eyes at this moment.

"The three of us have the same goal, so who actually did these things...it really doesn't matter that much, does it."

Mordred seemed agitated, her voice hoarse and dry.

"Father, you only need to know that we are in the same group."

Her lips twitched subconsciously, Artoria only felt that she was at a loss at the moment.

"...Why?" She finally couldn't help asking, "...Why did you do such a thing?"

"And... what is the target you are talking about?"

She remembered Mordred's words of 'coming for you' and 'waiting for your return' just now, and it seemed that everything pointed to their goal being herself.

But guesses are guesses after all, and Artoria still wants to get a definite answer from the other party.

And as expected, the blond girl knight told a truth that she did not expect, but also expected.

"Father—" she said with emotion, begging, "—please, draw out that holy spear."

This sentence came from the other party's mouth again, and Arturia couldn't help but recall the scene at that time.

At the end of Kamran, in the bloody gunpowder smoke, his own child knelt in a pool of blood and begged him to pull out the holy gun. That figure was so fragile that it made people feel heartbroken.

But now, after the death of King Arthur, his sister, his wife, and his children... They are united together, hoping that they can pull out the anchor of the world again.

The meaning it represented made Artoria unable to help but reflect on herself.

Reflect on whether you are... a little selfish in handling this matter?

For the first time, she fell into confusion about the future.

Mordred looked at his father with a complicated expression. She was standing here, noble, righteous, and firm.

That is the ideal king of all people in Britain, the embodiment of all glory.

He is also the gentle and noble father she longed for.

"Father—" the voice of the girl knight in Silver Horn was a bit dull, "—I really hope that you can think about this matter again... even if it's for us."

Her words caused Arturia to fall into silence, and the light in her eyes dimmed a little at the moment.

After a long time, it was Artoria's sigh that passed away with the wind.

"Mordred..."

There was confusion and frustration in her tone. She really didn't understand why things had come to such a point.

The father in my impression is confident and firm no matter when and where.

All that was left to Mordred was his indomitable figure.

But now, like a lost child, she lowered her head and looked listlessly at her daughter, even pulling down the stupid hair on her head.

With this appearance, no matter whether it is Butterfly Shinobi, Oda Kirika, or others, after seeing her at this time, they must be shocked by her frustration at the moment.

Although he couldn't bear his father's dejected look, Mordred also knew clearly that at this moment, he must not be soft-hearted to his father.

Fortunately, she has a lot of experience playing villains.

After he collected himself, Mordred's eyes were full of seriousness.

In the quiet gaze, there is an absolutely unshakable firmness in it.

"I, or even say we have already decided, no matter what the future holds, as long as you can draw the Holy Lance." As she spoke, she condensed the great sword in her hand.

Raising her hand, she aimed the sword at her father.

"Even if we die, we will definitely achieve our goal!"

"So, if you don't take it seriously, the consequences will be very serious."

Strong killing intent, Mordred was serious when he said this.

Arturia looked at the merciless killing intent in the other's emerald green eyes, and felt sad for no reason.

At this moment, her mood couldn't help but fell into a downturn.

Could it be that I... really did something wrong?

Chapter 36 Embracing the Sun ([-] in [-])

Oni Wu Tsuji felt himself in high spirits.

He's been in a good mood recently, and even his expression of bitterness and hatred has slowly begun to become like a spring breeze.

With this situation, the pressure on the remaining twelve months of his subordinates when facing the ghost king also dropped slightly.

Of course... just some of them.

Because of such things as nature, it will not change in any way because of the mood of the moment.

After all, 'crumbs' are 'crumbs'!

Of course, this kind of insignificant matter, whether it's Guiwu Tsuji, or Morgan and the others, they don't really care about it at all.

In the end, who would care about the mental health of those evil spirits? After all, they are not just idle bitches who just like to look for trouble. ╮(╯_╰)╭

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou doesn't like to recall the past, because there are too many things in the past that make him feel aggrieved and uncomfortable.

But now...it's not like it used to be.

Under the moonlight, he slowly raised his hand, raised it to the top of his head, and then suddenly spread his five fingers.

Following the slits of his fingertips, he narrowed his blood-colored eyes and looked at the moon hanging in the sky.

The bright and clear moon hangs high in the sky above the head, its silver brilliance illuminates a large area of ​​the sky, and the moonlight pouring down like water covers the whole world.

I have to say, the scenery of this scene is beautiful.