My Sister is Arturia

It must be like this!Arthur was already so sure in his heart.

5 minute later.

"What is this... an ivory round bed?"

After struggling to open all the packing bags, Arthur looked at the ivory white round bed that seemed to be shining all over his body, which seemed to be a palace-level handicraft. This is a big bed that can sleep more than a dozen people. Although the volume is huge, there is no slack in the workmanship and details. Every arc and every detail of material polishing has reached the extreme that can be achieved in this era.

On the four corners of the bed, there are four oak-carved falcons, all silver and white, as shiny as after being waxed, and they surround the bed like guardian angels.The bedstead rose high like a mantel-piece, and was flanked by two large garlands of flowers and fresh fruit, four finely carved and dimpled bed-posts with Corinthian capitals, Holding the cornice, engraved with a little Cupid wrapped in roses.

Looking from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, Arthur carefully observed every detail with his eyes wide open. After observing the round bed from the beginning to the end, Arthur took a deep breath, Standing up straight, one hand that looked quite satisfied was placed on the bed frame.

"What kind of routine is this? Why can't I understand it? What about the beautiful girl? Is this a mockery of me? Ah, this is war..."

Arthur smiled and said to himself.

What does it mean to send a big bed?Especially what does it mean to give a virgin a big bed that is more than enough to sleep ten people?Turning around a few times at night will never touch the bed with a person lying next to him. Is this a sarcasm?This is a mockery of virgins, right?No matter who it is, they will think this is a mockery, right?There are beautiful girls who haven't been cleaned, and some are just a big round bed that will die. Sleeping at night will only make you feel lonely on the big round bed. This is war!This is the declaration of war between nations!

"Huh? Although I don't quite understand why you took my father's gift as a mockery, you seem to be expecting something else!" A voice like this came from not far away.

"Of course! It's tightly wrapped like this, and it can only be opened in a place where no one is around. If you think about it, it's like beautiful girls without clothes?!"

The grieving Arthur barely reacted, the words in his mouth had already blurted out, but before the words were finished, he found something strange. Are there other people in this room? !

Arthur looked in the direction of the voice, and a girl wearing a fiery red dress that looked like her hair leaned against the pillar and stared at Arthur in front of him. It was obvious that the girl in front of him was the one who spoke just now.

"Guinevere?! Why are you here?" Arthur looked at Guinevere who suddenly appeared in his room, a little at a loss, after all, he was just talking to himself about the war with Ireland Yes, but now the princess of Ireland appeared in her room. Of course, she was well dressed, and she was not tied up in this round bed. She was just so free and accompanied by an unknown Eyes, looking at himself against the pillar.

For Guinevere, Arthur didn't have much contact with him. Although he met him once when he first followed Gavin out of his hometown, Arthur was almost shot by Guinevere that time. , it was really not pleasant to talk about, and the subsequent encounters continued until Arthur and others came to Camelot. As the princess of Ireland, Guinevere's status was naturally noble, and the ruling party at that time The Duke of Putaitou in the five-member council gave Arthur and others the task of protecting Guinevere. Of course Guinevere also participated in the tournament later, and was still in the night when the sword in the stone was elected king. Provided a lot of help to Arthur and others.

Generally speaking, Guinevere is not an enemy, but a friend.

"Of course I walked in directly. It's just that all my subordinates went out just now, and I stayed here, and you just stared at this round bed for a long time, and you didn't see me." Gurney Wei Er shrugged her shoulders: "By the way, do you think I want to come here? I should be leading the battle in the north at this time!"

"So, your father ordered you to come here? Just to give me a round bed, your father...couldn't be a pervert?"

Arthur hesitated, but asked anyway.

"what,

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The vast starry sky, the realm of thousands of gods.

The young Yun Xi was born in the Bailian Sword Domain in the lower area of ​​Tianjian God's Domain. He has a jealous childhood sweetheart who runs an ordinary bakery. There is a bride who marries her at the time and lives an ordinary life. Wish is the goal of life.

Until the day of his 16th birthday, when the stars were shining, and the original three elves representing three different paths appeared in front of him, the young man suddenly learned a terrible truth.

In order to survive, the boy had to embark on the battlefield of many death trials, learning how to fall in love while striving to become stronger.

The alias of this book—the terrible Shura field between my ex-girlfriend and my childhood sweetheart and my fiancée and lover

no.520 is not aimed at you, everyone is rubbish (seeking blade monthly pass)

Generally speaking, there shouldn't be any father who would send his girl to a strange man with a round bed, right?Isn't a father like this hinting at that man, come on!Go up bravely!You have my approval!It must be like this, right?

For Guinevere, of course Arthur wanted to go, after all, she is a big beauty, with red wavy long hair, slim figure, and has always been very cold and rarely smiles. In addition, Guinevere, as the leader of the Celtic guerrillas, has experienced bloody battles all the year round, and she has a wild feeling that other girls don't have. Conquering such a girl can often bring greater joy to men. sense of accomplishment.

"Pervert? I think you are more perverted if you can make people feel that you will be happier if you give away the round table?" Guinevere didn't seem to agree with Arthur's words, and the ambiguous eyes appeared again. Looking over, he raised his chin high: "No matter what you are expecting, my father's gift has already been delivered. By the way, I will participate in your bride selection contest, but don't have any expectations. I'm not interested in being your bride, don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting you, what I mean is that all the men in the empire are trash in my eyes."

"It feels like I should be angry at this time, but... are you a lesbian? I mean, are you the type who hates men but likes women?" Arthur asked hesitantly.

"Although I don't know what you are fantasizing about, please stop your fantasies. As a girl, I don't have any interest in girls. Rather, a boring thing like falling in love is because fighting is not exciting. Or is the enemy not strong enough? I have no interest at all." Guinevere shook her head.

"Ha, although I don't quite understand what you mean, but what you mean is not aimed at me, right? Wait...to participate in the bride selection contest?! Hey?! Do you want to participate too?!" Arthur suddenly shouted in surprise Get up, look at Guinevere, for Guinevere, there is no benefit in participating in the competition, right?

"Don't worry, I won't win, I will lose on purpose, by the way, by the way, I would like to ask you one thing, please take the time to write a letter to my father, and say that I am very grateful for his gift, but If you already have someone you like, in short, just tell him that even if I win the game, you will definitely die rather than obey, that's probably what it means." Guinevere turned to Arthur He waved his hand and walked to the door: "Then, I'll go first, this round bed is a gift from my father to you and your Knights of the Round Table, and I still live in the original one in Camelot. If there is anything in the house, you can come to me again."

After throwing away the bunch of words, Guinevere gave Arthur a slight salute, then turned and left Arthur's room, but when he reached the door, he paused for a moment, holding hands The doorknob looked back at Arthur:

"By the way, if you are expecting a beautiful girl in the package, this routine is a bit too vulgar, goodbye."

"boom"

In front of Arthur, there was a slight sound of the door being closed.

"What... who would expect that kind of thing, pervert? Really." Arthur complained, and then looked at the huge round bed in front of him with his arms folded. Can it be used?I'm really worried...

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Lancelot sat on the steps, holding the rusty hilt in his hand, and observed repeatedly. The blade of the hilt had been completely shattered. It was shattered, and the magic sword Apophis disappeared after that battle. It seems that it should be taken away by two teenagers named Yu and Dou.

Although in that battle, Lancelot defeated Latte with a wooden stick, or defeated the magic sword Apophis, but the broken rusty sword could never return to its original state However, the hilt of the Rusty Sword has always been carried by Lancelot, occasionally taking it out as a memory.

Because of this, occasionally patrolling soldiers saw Lancelot looking affectionately at the hilt of the rusted sword, and a legend about Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, also spread among the crowd.

It was a sword engraved with the bond between Lancelot and King Arthur. Even if it was broken, the melancholy first knight would not discard it, just like Lord Lancelot is always loyal to His Majesty King Arthur, that is— —The knight's promise!

"Tsk, my five copper coins... I feel a little distressed..."

Lancelot looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand sadly, and said so.

"Are you... are you Lancelot?" When Lancelot was feeling sad that the rusty sword that had accompanied him for several months was broken, a slightly familiar voice came from behind Lancelot.