My Sister is Arturia

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The boy and girl who encountered danger that night were Lancelot who went out alone, and Arthur who came to look for Lancelot.

When the storm subsides, everything seems to have returned to the peaceful days before. The young Arthur thought that Lancelot would look at him differently. After all, although heroes save the United States, they are old-fashioned, but they are indeed the most useful. The method, although at the time I didn't think of heroes saving the beauty to increase my favorability, after all, the passage of the typhoon is not something I can control.

But after that, Lancelot still kept a distance from Arthur, and even seemed to become...more violent.

Compared with Arthur's incomprehension, Lancelot's mood became more complicated. Some kind of incomprehensible and inexplicable emotion began to sprout in her heart.

The only thing I can do is to beat up the face that often appears in my mind to relieve it a little. Is it annoying?

Maybe it is, I hate it so much that I am willing to walk a long way every day, come to Arthur's village, hide behind the stones he will pass, put on my best-looking but still very tattered clothes, and stroke it with my hands The long brown hair that can't be straightened, the dark green eyes will start to stare at the lake and look at my face quietly. The face that was once dirty will try to keep it clean every day...

Seeing Arthur's smiling face in front of him, even though he was facing him with a fist, he felt slightly sweet in his heart, like eating honey. When the other party hit him angrily, even if he rolled together, he could still feel the sweetness in his heart. Laugh out loud.

Maybe it's annoying...

Standing behind the stone, Arthur on the horse smiled and walked forward defenselessly. Her sister seemed to be chasing after him, and she could already hear his voice. She obviously hated him, but couldn't help but smile. .

With clasped hands behind his back, Lancelot, who was wearing slightly tattered clothes, blushed slightly and lowered his head. The sound of horseshoes gradually approached, and the boy's laughter was like drums beating in the girl's heart.

Can... see him again...

(PS: This is the content of Chapter 1)

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In the distance, the exhausted army stretched into long strips and drifted away. In the distance of the endless fields, the mountains were covered with snow, and the clear blue color rendered the whole sky.

Lancelot looked at Arthur standing in front of him and took a deep breath.

"By the way, why are you looking for me alone? Lancelot? I'm very busy now, and you know we just played an epic victory..."

The boy who seems to be annoying to Lancelot is still chattering, just like the first time we met, but the annoying emotion, in Lancelot's heart, finally began to re-examine the constantly magnified emotion .

If you really think so in your heart, then speak out boldly, just like yourself, speak out loudly.

Lancelot took a deep breath, with a sweet smile that Arthur had never seen before, and the sunlight dyed Lancelot's long brown hair into a slight golden yellow.

"I like you, Arthur."

The girl said so to the boy.

(End of the sixth volume "The First Knights of the Round Table")

Author's message:

PS: This chapter is relatively short because it is a separate chapter of Lancelot.

And it is a chapter similar to the epilogue, and then there will be the seventh volume "King Arthur's Bride"

〇⑦ King Arthur's Bride

no.454 Arthur's troubles

"The battle for the Old Port, which lasted for several months, finally came to an end after the death of the leader of the invaders, Latte. His Majesty King Arthur and His Majesty Artoria led a coalition of humans and elves, with a total of less than 8000 people In the old port and the invaders, the final total was launched. It is said that the giant of the invaders stood a hundred meters high..."

The troubadour holding the harp opened his hand with one hand, and said with a yearning expression on his face, but before he finished speaking, a child beside him suddenly raised his hand and asked loudly:

"That...isn't the giant more than 20 meters high? How did it become 100 meters high?"

Hearing the questioning voice, the troubadour gave an impatient "tsk", then turned his head to look at the little boy with big eyes and an innocent expression in front of him, and straightened his body.

"The giant family originated from the Caucasus Mountains. According to legend, there are even giants who have fought against a powerful dragon alone. You must know that it is a giant dragon! Do you think that a little guy with a height of more than 20 meters can beat a giant dragon? What's more, if the giant really If it is more than 20 meters high, our heroic silver-armored knight, His Majesty King Arthur, would have pinched to death with two fingers! If it is not more than 100 meters high, how can it show that His Majesty King Arthur and His Majesty Artoria... , I mean, it is precisely because the giant is as high as [-] meters that the attack and defense of the old port this time is so tragic, even our elf friends have joined the battle!"

The troubadour coughed dryly, and the little boy in front of him seemed to be planning to ask a question again, but the troubadour obviously didn't have much patience for the child's question, so he raised his hand and said angrily:

"Did you say it or me? Don't ask, let me continue to finish this legendary story..."

The polished old harp, under the slender fingers of the troubadour, made melodious strings, and the low voice, under the watchful eyes of a group of people, slowly sang:

"Under the dark castle

The knight's cry rages across the land

Scarlet Cloak

shining knight's creed

silver white armor

crown under light

bright as pearls

sword in hand

Already trained as a knight

become bling

Retelling the Eight Virtues of a Knight

Remember the Knight's Declaration