Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 265 Arturia's Day
I, Arturia Pendragon, am a swordsman.

I am a painting.

Or maybe not.

But I'm special, that's for sure.

When everyone thinks that I am a painting, then I should be a painting.

Although I don't want to admit this, I prefer to believe that I am a "Heroic Spirit".

Because when I "wake up", I have the memory of "previous life" in my mind.

I am the king of knights in Britain. In my previous life, I had a wife, a "son", and many loyal knights. I have fought countless battles in my life and repelled countless invaders in order to protect the country. In the end my kingdom died in civil war...

Although these "memories" are very vague, I am willing to believe them, because when I wake up, what I feel most clearly is the regret that goes deep into my soul. Regret, if I have a body, then this feeling must be unforgettable, such a heavy feeling, how can it be fake?
But this feeling is really fake.

I came here to seek the Holy Grail that can fulfill any wish, but there is no Holy Grail in this world, and there is no Holy Grail War, and I am not a heroic spirit from the past... I am just... a painting.

I just draw a work by my master, which is endowed with soul and memory.

Although I don't want to believe it, when all the evidence points to this unique fact, I can no longer deny it.

Because the world is completely different from what I thought, like... I can't imagine Merlin having a beard.

The land here is still British land, but Britain is no longer my Britain.

The me now is just a special magical painting with a soul. I am not King Arthur, nor do I have the hatred of subjugation, nor do I have any wishes to fulfill...

Maybe there will really be a King Arthur with a mission, but that person is not me, I am just a container named Saber...

"Saber, I'm going to the library to read a book today, you don't have to follow me, go play in the Room of Requirement."

Hearing the master's voice, Artoria "woke up", and her perception was outside the frame, and it was another morning.

Although Artoria is just a painting, she can still sleep, and her daily activities will also make her soul feel tired.

It is said to be sleeping, but in fact it is just to let the soul return to the painting to recuperate, because she does not have a real body, she does not have the ability to dream, and her consciousness is always awake when she is "sleeping", and it is normal to not be able to hold back wild thoughts.

"Okay, master." Arturia responded calmly, and the next second, her body appeared outside the Ravenclaw tower.

She is a magic painting, she can move freely between Connor's paintings, and Connor's paintings are everywhere in the castle, and it is only a matter of thought to return to Connor's side.

"Oh! Good morning, Saber-chan!"

Arturia turned around, and a little girl ran out from the picture frame behind her with a "da da da", and stretched out her hand from the picture frame to greet her.

"Good morning, Arale." Artoria also responded with a smile.

This child is Arale, and Arturia watched the master draw it stroke by stroke with her own eyes, and it was also one of the main reasons why she admitted that she was a painting.

Arale is a new attempt of Connor, he wants to draw magic paintings that can freely shuttle between the real world and the ordinary painting world.

It's a pity that he didn't succeed. In the ordinary painting world (Conan's world), Arale's body can slightly affect reality like "the pen of the eye", but it is not the same as Artoria, Gandalf and other entity magic paintings. in the same "dimension".

Ordinary magic paintings, Arturia's physical magic paintings, and the painting world of the ancestors of the Lake family belong to three different "dimensions", and they cannot be integrated with each other.

Arturia can borrow the passage of ordinary magic paintings, but she cannot enter their painting world.

"Saber is also going to be happy today, I'm going to deliver the newspaper!" After saying hello, Arale ran away laughing again. She would run around in various paintings in the castle every day, saying hello to different paintings, Then she does her job - answering the calls of the little wizards.

"Bye..." Arturia watched Alalei laughing and walking away, and slowly put down her hand. Ordinary magic paintings don't have emotions, and Alalei always laughs carefree. This... She has always been envious.

Artoria slowly hugged her knees and sat on the roof. This is the place where the master often comes. Every time he encounters troubles, he will come here to be quiet, saying that watching the scenery from a high place can help resolve troubles...

But Arturia felt that the master simply wanted to pillow her thigh...

Arturia shook her head. Over time, she got used to it, whether it was being a painter or staying by the master's side to obey his orders.

Anyway, she doesn't have any goals, giving up thinking, and just obeying other people's orders to live, which makes her feel very relaxed.

You can eat delicious food every day, play fun arcade games with others, or watch the master get disgraced by those girls... There is no war, there is no need to fight, and there is no real, need to go A wish fulfilled...

Arturia felt that there was nothing wrong with continuing this kind of life. Although she couldn't find the reason to "exist", she lived happily every day.

The only thing she cares about is...

If everything about me is fiction, then when I was born, that real, strong, and unforgettable feeling of "regret"...what did it come from?

"Ah, I want to eat."

Arturia puffed up and muttered, there was no one around, she was too lazy to insist on her "image of king", anyway, no one saw it, so it was meaningless to keep a straight face.

Artoria got up and "drilled" into the picture frame behind her. The next second, she appeared in the round table office of the Room of Requirement. There is also a picture frame where she can "live" and there are many snacks...

Arturia walked to the long table, picked up a stack of magic paintings in the drawer, and shook out the snacks painted on them one by one. Connor would fill up the magic power of these paintings every once in a while, These are her "reserve food".

Artoria walked into the fraternity's activity room while eating the cake. Didn't anyone come over to "seize the opportunity" this morning?

The arcade machines here are usually not idle, oh, by the way, today is the weekend, those little wizards should have gone out to play, or they haven't gotten up...

emmm... I don't need to follow the Master, the snacks are finished, and no one will accompany me to play game consoles...

Ah, so boring.

Artoria straightened her back and sat on the sofa in a daze. The hair on her head was spinning slowly and boredly. She suddenly had nothing to do.

"Forget it, let's go wander around the castle."

Arturia entered the spirit state and appeared in the castle through the magic painting passage. She could not leave the Room of Requirement through the wall, because the space of the Room of Requirement is not fixed.

And the feeling of going through the wall is also very uncomfortable.

Arturia is already familiar with her body as a magic painting. Although her body is a painting, her emotional feelings come from her soul, and the soul doesn't feel good when it passes through the real thing.

(End of this chapter)