My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 371 The Living King Arthur and Avalon

Reality is not a game.

In the game, as long as the character is incorporated into the team, the bond points will continue to rise without even requiring him to appear, but the reality is different.

No dialogue, no communication, no heart-to-heart communication...how can you expect to understand each other better?

Even looking up at that brilliance, what the knight named 'Mordred' saw was nothing more than the King of Knights who was so radiant that there was no trace of humanity.

Does Xiao Mo know that Artoria has a strong personality? Did you know she would dream about lion cubs? Did you know that although she has the blessing of the lake spirit, she is actually not very good at swimming?

When the ideal knight king deviates from reality, which one should she overturn and which one should she believe in?

"I think I understand what you mean, Shuo Yueqing." Artoria glanced at Shuo Yue, without much emotion, but with a slight desolation in her tone.

"It's just that when I was alive... I didn't have that kind of time."

Fighting, dealing with government affairs, solving disasters, and raising troops again... The so-called King Arthur's life is nothing more than composed of these factors, and there is no room for any leisure in it.

"I understand." As the king's chef, Shuo Yue naturally knew this, but that was not what he wanted to say.

"I mean, what about now? What about now, after being summoned by Chaldea and meeting Mordred after a thousand years?"

Shuo Yue turned her head and looked at the 'girl' with her golden eyes.

"Even if you know her existence, you still keep a distance and don't see each other. King, is this your choice?"

This was the Knights of the Round Table's doubts about the king. Even if she was not punished, Artoria could not ignore this inquiry. However, her answer was still powerless.

"I...can't answer."

Looking at the helpless Arturia, Shuo Yue once again felt how complicated the relationship between her and Mordred was. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Is it because of Mordred's words? The words that hate the King of Knights the most? If so, I think I can explain it..."

"No, it's not for this reason, Lord Shuo Yue." Arturia sighed slightly, "I admit that I felt sad at the time, but after calming down, I also understood what Lord Mordred said. What exactly does it mean?”

"Oh?" The slightly rising voice expressed Shuo Yue's distrust. Artoria looked at him with some annoyance, her pretty face turned red, but she still stammered:

"The King of Knights she's talking about is the me who sits on the throne and doesn't have any emotions... not the 'real' me, right? In other words, what Lord Mordred said was ironic. She What I want to say is actually I like it, I like it..."

"I like King Arthur and Arturia, right?" Shuo Yue laughed out loud, "No wonder he ran into the kitchen to eat in a lively manner at noon. It seems that my king still has merit..."

"What do you mean, Shuo Yue Qing!" Sensing some subtle regret, Artoria puffed up her cheeks and took advantage of her rare height advantage to place a palm on Shuo Yue's head, "Ah, speaking of which, I am King Arthur, you dare to drive me out of the kitchen. Isn't the level of your crime too high?"

"Ha, there are only chefs and apprentices in the kitchen. Even the King of Knights is useless except to be fed!"

"What?! Shuo Yueqing, Shuo Yue! Did you say something hurtful accidentally?"

"Ahaha, I'm still a child...don't slap me in the face!"

The birds in the woods flew away, and the ripples of the stream fell on the golden sunlight, creating a dreamlike sparkle.

After the fuss, Shuo Yue, whose hair was as messy as a chicken coop, sat on the stone, staring at the satisfied Dai Mao with resentment, and continued the topic with a dark face:

"Since you understand Mordred's true intentions, why don't you communicate with her properly? Is it because she destroyed the Round Table?"

"That's not true, Shuo Yueqing." Hearing this, Artoria shook her head and said frankly, "You also know that I am a Servant and a record of the Heroic Spirit Seat, right?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

"But do you remember that the Knight King who ran side by side with you to the battlefield in Fuyuki City to compete for the Holy Grail - she is the real body."

Shuo Yue was startled, but found that Arturia turned her head for no apparent reason, her holy blue eyes staring at him steadily.

"Of course I won't forget it, but when I suddenly mentioned this, could it be that..."

"Well, as expected of Shuo Yueqing, she seems to have understood."

As her slender legs sank into the water, Arturia averted her eyes and let the current carry her slightly.

"I can't say anything about Mordred, because I'm just a reflection of that king at best - the real conclusion can only be given after the real body meets Mordred."

Wow!

The swaying water waves were roughly disturbed. Shota Aoishi stood up and grabbed Artoria's shoulders urgently and even roughly:

"So... Artoria, are you still alive? Didn't you return the Holy Sword and go to the Utopia to fall asleep?"

"...Are you just looking forward to my death, Shuo Yue..."

"answer my question!"

Faced with Sakuyue's rude question, Artoria felt surprised, but she still answered honestly.

"Yes, at least before I came, the memory of my true body stayed in Avalon, staying with the magician Merlin. Ah, Merlin is..."

"He's just an old liar." Interrupting Artoria's introduction, Shuo Yue rolled his eyes angrily, his mood having returned to stability, "Let me figure it out...that is to say, after you let go of your obsession, Instead of choosing to end this life, you called Merlin to take you to Avalon?"

What kind of strange development is this? Although in the perfect ending of FSN, Shirou did go to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars with the help of Merlin and met Artoria in Avalon, but that ending had no cause and effect, and there were only two sentences in the whole story. It can be said that it is an ending set up by the producers simply to give back to the players...it has no reference significance at all.

What's more, there was no Shirou in the Fourth War, and Sakutsu didn't even think that he could achieve the protagonist's halo like Shirou. In just a few days, he made the legendary King Arthur fall in love at first sight. As the number one poster girl, Da Mao didn't look like a certain Rose Emperor. Just as passionate and unrestrained, I like it when I say I like it...

So, what's going on?

"I know your doubts, but please don't say it, Shuo Yueqing." Before Shuo Yue asked, Arturia blocked his words in advance and shook her head seriously, "At least this matter is still possible. Please keep it a secret."

"Oh... okay." Shuo Yue nodded blankly, and then heard Artoria continue.

"One more thing, Shuo Yueqing...can you change back to your original form?"

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Shuo Yue smiled bitterly, but still snapped her fingers obediently. The lake surface was filled with white-gold light, and the child's outline gradually changed, turning into the appearance of a tall and straight young man. He tilted his head slightly and gazed gently at the beauty beside him.

Before Shuo Yue could say anything, his shoulders felt heavy. In the young man's astonished eyes, the blond girl in a swimsuit relaxed her body, turned sideways, and gently leaned against his shoulders.

"My king...?!"

"Shh...please be quiet, Shuo Yueqing."

Closing her eyes and feeling the sense of security brought by the snuggle, Artoria spoke softly, as if she was talking in her sleep.

"At least for now, please lend me your shoulders..."

So Shuo Yue shut her mouth and asked no more questions.

As the king's chef, how could he refuse Saber's request?

Quietly shielding himself from the restlessness of the shadow of imaginary numbers, the handsome young man had a peaceful face, looked into the distance with far-reaching and profound eyes, and softly hummed a soothing ditty in his mouth.

Leaning on his shoulder, the golden king raised the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Only occasionally, I would hear her whispering.

"It would be great if there were knights like you in Camelot who could have a heart-to-heart relationship with me..."