[comprehensive] my king is here

Alteria [Alter] is determined to act as the children's companion, that is, Santa Claus, in order to eliminate his bad image.

*one

The hangover didn't feel good, and after the Battle of New York, he suffered from anxiety attacks, and the accompanying angina pectoris made him suffer in rare sleep.

Jarvis didn't know whether to wake Mr. who had finally fallen asleep, but then he had to wake him up because he detected an intrusion.

Wait, this person isn't...not...

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a petite figure came in with a big bag on her shoulders. The moonlight illuminated her face clearly, her pale golden hair, eyes like the dusk of the world staring at everything indifferently.

"Is this the first family? The wish is... um? You don't believe in the existence of Santa Claus!? You even say that Santa Claus is virtual and unscientific!?"

She stepped forward a few steps, picked up the big bag and smashed a hole in the bed.

"What are you sleeping on? Wake me up on this day of celebration!"

In the nightmare, Tony, who lost all his energy and could never return to New York, was awakened by her.

"Oh my God, you are..." Tony sat up, looked at her carefully by the moonlight, and then lay back, still muttering about why this dream hadn't woken up yet.

Arturia who turned into Santa Claus: "..."

She lifted Tony's foot to take off the socks. Just as she took off one, Tony suddenly woke up and hid at the head of the bed, widening his caramel-colored eyes, as if he had encountered a female hooligan.

"what are you doing?"

"Give me a present."

"Do you need to pick off socks to put presents?"

"Is there no common sense? Christmas gifts should be put in socks, and you have to take off your socks when you go to sleep...it stinks."

Tony crawled to the end of the bed as fast as he could, snatched his socks back and crawled back.

Arturia raised her eyebrows, picked up the big bag and prepared to smash the remaining half of the bed down.

"Actually, I invited you here, Miss Artoria." Jarvis said suddenly.

Artoria wasn't surprised at all, she knew that the family had a year-round artificial intelligence before coming here.

"My wish is for Mr. to sleep well."

Arturia saw Tony's big dark circles by the moonlight, nodded, and said seriously and seriously: "Understood, the artificial intelligence that believes in Santa Claus, I will fulfill your wish."

As he said, he swung the big bag and passed, just knock the brat who didn't sleep well.

However, she was stopped by Jarvis again, "Please be gentle with Mr., please."

"Be gentle? It's really nerve-wracking, but it doesn't bother me."

Artoria put the magical big bag on the ground, searched inside, and threw a box tied with a ribbon over.

Tony undid the ribbon, eager to see what was inside.

"...Do you want me to sleep forever?"

Tony lifted the bottle inside into the moonlight, and he could easily see the skull pattern on the bottle.

"It's a sleeping pill."

"Then you put a skull on the bottle!?" Tony's inner villain knocked several tables away.

In the end, Tony refused on the grounds that this bad drug would affect his sexy brain, and Artoria, who was so reckless, wanted to restart plan one.

"I don't have that much time to spend, I have to go to the next one." Artoria looked straight at him, knocking you out and choosing one from the skull.

"Come sing."

"Huh?" She raised a high note coldly. If it was an ordinary person, she would have been scared back.

But Tony has never been an ordinary person, "Santa Claus who looks the same as Artoria, won't give up halfway, will he?"

Artoria said...Fu Shuai, I'm going to eat your aggressive method.

Tony said... why did you remove the height?

"Then let me sing you a Christmas carol, and listen to my singing."

Jarvis played the accompaniment thoughtfully and carefully, and the tune was bright and relaxed.

"Run, sleigh ~ like a gust of wind ~ paddle paddle ~ parade the singularity"

Tony lay dazed on the bed.

"Is this a Christmas carol?"

"Crap."

"Run, sleigh ~ like a gust of wind ~ paddle paddle ~ parade the singularity"

"It seems that this is the only sentence that is sung over and over again?"

"No Road Race!"

In the end Tony still fell asleep, and the anxiety was defeated by the singing of the girl Qing (mai) Che (meng) moving (ke) listening (chi).

This was an exceptionally gentle dream, and when he woke up, he faced a world without Artoria.

"Artificial intelligence, because you gave him your first wish, and with Santa's permission, you can make another wish."

This conversation took place in the lobby of the villa.

"Thank you for your generosity, my wish has been granted."

The wish to see you again is realized when you appear.

*Second

Spider-Man Peter Parker and Aunt May put on their uniforms and went out after having a sumptuous dinner. They rescued two girls who were in trouble, caught a few thieves who were fishing in troubled waters, and returned home contentedly.

When I climbed in through the window, I saw a blonde girl standing by the bed.

Two people: "..."

Peter: "It's the wrong room."

After he finished speaking with a guilty conscience, he was just about to leave when he recalled the furnishings in the room... It was his room, right? In other words, there were thieves in his room?

Before he could question the teacher, he pulled him closer to the room with one hand. He sat on the ground and looked up at the girl who was carrying a big bag with her back to the window.

Huh?This is not al...

"This is the second family, so I'll treat you, a thief, as a gift." Arturia felt that Santa Claus came to deliver gifts, but he ran into an intruder, so it was appropriate to arrest him and give it to the owner.

However, Peter said that he was really a dog.

Arturia doesn't know him and treats him as a thief. What does the second family mean?Looking at the big bag on her shoulder again, Peter felt that he understood something.

"Stealing, stealing other people's things is wrong!"

"what?"

"Go back, Artoria!"

"what?"

This time Arturia understood what he meant, she threw a big bag over, and said angrily: "Unreasonable guy, this is a Christmas gift I collected in a year! In order to punish you for your treatment of Santa Claus!" Slander, come and be my reindeer!"

"wait wait wait."

However, Artoria, the Santa Claus, said that she didn't want to hear it. She took Peter and jumped downstairs, and then jumped from the downstairs to the rooftop. Fortunately, Spider-Man is used to going up and down, and if he were an ordinary person, he would lie on the rooftop. Spit for a while.

"Is this a sled?" Peter pointed to the means of transportation parked on the roof, "It's clearly a hippopotamus."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit on the back by Santa's big bag.

"It's too rude, boy! I made this with my own hands. It takes the image of a horse and a lion, and it's made of ash branches." She said proudly.

Peter: "..."

Still a lot like a hippopotamus.

But Artoria is happy.

"Okay, as your reindeer, may I know where Santa's next stop is?"

Artoria pointed to the deep night, "England, London."

Peter: "What!?"

*Third

Arturia is very satisfied with the third family, because she found the chimney here, which is not easy to find in such a modern city.

"Very well, just climb in through the chimney!"

Agent at work: "..."

What is that fool doing?Don't know if that's a fireplace?will burn!

After a while, Artoria kicked open the wooden fence in front of the fireplace, coughing as she walked, "Ahem, this kind of thing can't trouble Santa Claus."

Black European-style carved wallpaper, heavy-colored curtains fluttering in the wind, and a plexiglass tabletop in front of a set of black Corbusier sofas glow with cold light.

Sitting alone on the sofa, a steady black silhouette was outlined by the night, and he seemed to be looking in this direction.

"good evening."

"Good evening." Arturia was very satisfied with his politeness, and put the bag on the ground to search for it.

Mycroft Holmes walked up to her, docile in his three-piece suit even at his parents' house, "I'm assuming you're cosplaying Santa Claus."

"If you have a good eye, you can see it right away...I found it, Nuo, here you are, no, hand over the socks!"

The humane British government took a step back, seemingly maintaining a normal social distance with Artoria, but actually trying to keep its socks.

He changed the subject: "Perhaps I have the honor of knowing what this gift is?"

Artoria looked up at him and said, "This kind of thing was originally not allowed, but as soon as I saw you, I knew that this kind woman asked for this gift for you."

Mycroft froze his fingers as he unwrapped the gift box, and then continued unwrapping it as if nothing had happened.Then he held a glass bottle with a skull painted on it with a complicated expression on his face.

"The anti-hair loss potion is made by an incomprehensible magician, but the effect is absolutely guaranteed," Artoria nodded seriously, "I see you, you need it."

Mycroft: "..."

Oops, I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling.

"I think you need a late-night snack, and turkey would be a good choice."

Arturia thought for a while, and solemnly refused: "The turkey is great, very good, the simple, rough, greasy and shiny part is especially unbearable, but it is useless to bribe Santa Claus, I am I won't give you another gift."

Mycroft: "..."

Hold on, this is not a dumb goldfish you can throw at South America!

Tolerating the willfulness of the king is also one of the necessary accomplishments for the humane British government.

Arturia couldn't talk to McCoff at all, and in the end, the two of them arrived in the kitchen. For some reason, there was a whole turkey on the table at this time.

The belly of the turkey is stuffed with carrots, onions, celery, and chestnuts, and the surface is covered with a variety of spices. With a piece of Christmas pudding overflowing with milk, the smell will whet your appetite.

As a result, the turkey was eaten by Artoria, and the pudding was eaten by McCoff.

"There is one last one. My work is over. Although I don't want to say it, I still want to thank you for your hospitality."

Mycroft sat upright as if meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace, "Do you need me to take you there?"

"Thank you, I can go there by myself, um, is it at 221B Baker Street?"

Mycroft: "That's where my worthless brother lives."

"Well, I was thinking about your relationship just now, and the gift for him was also requested by Mrs. Holmes."

"In that case, I can do it for you."

"No, it's Santa's job to deliver presents. I'd love to see this naughty kid who doesn't even spend Christmas Eve with his family."

Mycroft followed behind her, watching her look so miserable that she had to climb out of the fireplace without leaving the door, Arturia stopped suddenly, turned around and walked over.

Just when Mycroft was wondering if she changed her mind after her IQ went online, Artoria took out a letter, "This is the reward you deserve for entertaining me."

Mycroft saw that it was a letter from his childish mother to Santa Claus. After reading it at a glance, he smiled unkindly.

The next day, he made a special trip to visit his younger brother. The sound of the violin on the second floor was harsh, and he was used to talking to Watson.

"Sherlock...a girl who claimed to be Santa Claus broke in yesterday," Watson stretched out his hand for comparison, "so tall, she said she represented Sherlock's mother to save his face shape."

"and after?"

Watson: "Sherlock made a 360-degree all-round mockery of Santa's clothes, I don't remember the specifics..."

The main reason is that Sherlock speaks too fast.

"I still remember one line, he said that Santa's hat is like a nightcap that doesn't get distracted."

"and then?"

"Then……"

Santa Claus used the big bag she was carrying to hammer down the sofa where Sherlock was sitting.

The author has something to say: Daily update×17

This Arturia is in the alter form, and can be called a reverse Artoria, but a mixed Two-dimensional usually calls her a blackened Artoria

Here's the occasion for Christmas Hairless and Black Hairless.

Christmas Hairless: "Hashiri Sori~ Kathie Nuo has you~ Stealing pants for a day~ I'm afraid of too many ways~"

Stupid deer: "Mrs. Kawasumi, I recommend you!"

Black Hairless: "What! Want me to sing? Like that guy in a fancy dress and a nightcap? I will never agree!"

Hei Wumao: "Run, sleigh~ It's like... like... what's the next sentence?"

Iron Man: "Can't remember a line of lyrics, take off your skirt!"

Black Hairless: "EX Curry Stick!"