[comprehensive] my king is here

Oxford Street.

There are nearly [-] shopping malls gathered on this street less than two kilometers away. It is the first choice for shopping in the West End of London. It is so lively and unimaginable.

Right now, the thick fog in London has just lifted, and the citizens are still in shock. It will take some time to restore the former prosperity.

It was early in the morning, and the streets were deserted.

Artoria stood beside the street lamp, stretched out her hand, and caught the falling dew. The dark color in her palm faded, making her expression sink.

"king?"

Arturia turned her head, met Guinivia's questioning gaze, and said, "Look, there are a lot of dirty things in the air that are thick and foggy, and they don't hinder the heroic spirits, but ordinary people will inevitably get sick and weak if they inhale them."

"Please don't worry, the Association of Magicians has already started to study the potion, I believe it will be resolved soon."

"In my opinion, they don't take London very seriously."

"The Association of Magicians is not inherited by Merlin. They come from all over the world. Although they live in London, it is difficult for them to devote themselves to London. But the Clock Tower is not full of such people."

"you're right."

Guinivia raised her head and looked at the hotel across the street, "The Thousand Worlds Tree clan is against the Magician Association, and now they openly ran to the British border. Few magicians have such courage."

"So I believe that what they said about the Great Holy Grail being stolen is true, otherwise I wouldn't be so impulsive."

Guinevia looked at Artoria: "My lord, will the Association of Magicians treat them..."

"Thousand World Tree doesn't have the Great Holy Grail, but it still has Heroic Spirits in its hands. Magicians won't take advantage of Heroic Spirits. They sent fifty elites to assassinate the Master before. I believe the result has taught them a lesson."

"Then what if the Tree of Thousand Realms causes trouble on the London border?"

"So before the master comes back, we have to watch them here," Artoria said, "don't worry, the Church of the Holy Church will also assist us. The battlefield of magicians is usually at night, even if they have any plans, they will not Choose daytime."

Guinivia smiled gently: "Yes, my king."

Artoria frowned, looked in a certain direction, and suddenly a person appeared in an empty place.

To be precise, Vlad III materialized.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"You are in my country, I am not at ease."

"Ha, what a frank answer."

Artoria said before he could speak again: "Let's sit down and talk."

There are few people in the coffee shop.

King Arthur and the Impaler sat facing each other, and the Queen sat beside King Arthur.

Vlad III's eyes turned to Guinevia and back to Artoria, feeling complicated for a moment.

Ever since he knew that King Arthur was a girl, he had been wondering if the queen would be a man.

did not expect……

"I don't seem to have seen your Master, King Arthur."

Arturia said: "Before the Holy Grail War started, the Knights of the Round Table in the United States did not have a Master."

"You want to tell me that you, like them, have nothing to do with this Holy Grail War, King Arthur, I am not easy to lie, if you have nothing to do with this Holy Grail War, the Knights of the Round Table in the United States will not return to England for no reason .”

Vlad III's gaze was cold, extremely close to the harshness of the truth.

"They are here to find you, you who have just been summoned."

"But the red team already has a Saber class, Mordred under the round table, I think you should have fought before the Great Holy Grail was stolen."

"That's exactly what I don't understand." How could there be two red sabers?This is against the rules.

Seeing the waiter approaching with a tray, Guinivia got up and walked over to take the tray, and poured Tangning tea for the two of them gracefully.

"You're asking for trouble."

"How?" Vlad III asked.

"It's good that my king was summoned just now, but it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the war between the Magician Association and the Thousand World Tree family."

"Oh?"

"If it wasn't for your assassins to do things that hurt London, the Knights of the Round Table wouldn't be dispatched."

Vlad III didn't believe it, he looked at Arturia with a calm face, "But you did send someone to Romania to inquire about the Great Holy Grail."

"Doing so naturally shows that I also have the desire to entrust the Holy Grail." Artoria said.

"What wish?"

Arturia looked up at him, her eyes calm.

Even Guinevia's gaze was a bit subtle. This question was too personal. Even she had never asked the king. The purpose of her becoming a heroic spirit after death was to repent in front of the king. So what wish would the king have?

"It is natural for the ruler of a country to be curious about the ruler of another country, and I will only ask you, the king, this kind of question."

The others were simply not worth asking, nor would he be curious about.

In fact, in his opinion, King Arthur of Britain is perfect, with undefeated achievements in his life, and a clean reputation passed down to future generations. With such a beautiful and loyal queen, it seems that the legend is not true.

Although Mordred died at the sword fence in the end, it also shows that her child is better than blue. Isn't this the parents' greatest expectation?

What else could she wish for?

"I want to save my homeland."

"Ancient Britain?"

"Yes," Artoria didn't want to say more, but asked instead, "What about you? Vlad III."

"Since you know my real name, you should also know my name as Romania's number one hero, which is widely known in the world."

"...the vampire Dracula?"

"That's right." The teacup was placed heavily on the table. "Many things...fighting with Turkey, being imprisoned, and spending a rare time are all acceptable, but my name cannot be smeared."

Vlad III remembered the wish she just said, and asked suspiciously: "Can't you accept your failure?"

If so, it would be too disappointing. Only those with weak hearts would not be able to accept the cruel reality and pin their hopes on miracles.

"Looking back on my life, it is full of failures. As a husband, I never gave my wife happiness. As a father, I couldn't accompany my children well. As a relative, I ignored my sister's needs. As a king, I let the country perish in my own hands... This It's all the fault of stupid kings."

Guinevia said in a daze, "Wang..."

"Then, shouldn't the king be the only one to be destroyed? It shouldn't be the knights and soldiers who followed her, nor the innocent people, nor the barren land."

Arturia gently placed the cup on the table, barely making a sound, but her words gave Vlad III a deafening feeling.

"I'm different from you. Rather than having a clean reputation, I would rather let nothing happen and the people live a stable life. It doesn't matter even if the king is reviled."

"As a king, you must first love your country and have a sense of responsibility more than anyone else. King Arthur, you are really a good king."

After Vlad III left, Guinevia threw herself on Artoria's lap, raised her head and looked at her with bright eyes.

"... Guinevia?"

"Wang, I have only seen kings of your type before I was alive, so sometimes I wonder what other kings look like, and then think that they must be inferior to you. Now it seems that my thinking is extremely correct."

Artoria helped her up, and said softly: "The way of kings cannot be compared, because every king is a different person, and because of their different ideas, they have different ways."

"You can't say that they are not worthy of being kings just because their ways are different from mine, and vice versa. After the word king was created, how many kings have there been in the world? No one can answer, and no one can say whether they look like kings or not. , and which king is better."

"why?"

"because……"

Kay pushed the door open and walked straight towards them.

"As a king, you can't comment on other kings wantonly. How can those who are not kings just point fingers? A group of people who have never been a king, a group of people who don't know the hard work and responsibility of a king, how can they have confidence? and pride?"

"king."

He stood still and bowed in front of Artoria, not caring at all that the waiter's jaw was about to drop to the ground in shock.

"We found Lingxia, the sixth guide."

It was Mycroft who asked Moriarty to find the sixth guide, Lingxia.

Because of Arturia's "leadership" as the King of Britain, her words at 221B Baker Street made the person surnamed Holmes very binding on Moriarty.

Therefore, both Mr. Dafu and Mr. Xiaofu never tire of teasing (chai) and (qian) Moriarty.

Artoria didn't care, in fact, she wanted Moriarty's life, but McCoff was right, his power would not be eliminated, and killing Moriarty would only add to the chaos.

It will take time to clear his influence in Europe. London has just escaped from danger, and McCoff can't spare his hands, but it can still be done by teaching him a little lesson.

Arturia followed Kai to the ward, and there were special guards outside, so no one would disturb them.

Lying on the bed was Liu Dao Lingxia wearing a hospital gown. She was seriously injured and was still wearing an oxygen mask.

"King, look."

Arturia looked at her hand.

"The command spell has been taken away, and the technique is very clean. This person is proficient in magic," Artoria looked at Kai. "Maybe we can ask the Clock Tower to see if they know what kind of technique it is."

"I have contacted Mr. Weber Velvet," Kay said.

The author has something to say: Daily update×12

In fact, every time I see others talking about how awesome the emperor is and how unworthy Artoria is, I get super angry (╯‵ ′)╯︵┴─┴

They are just different kings. Who stipulates that a king must have the same appearance, and if he does not look like that, he is not a king?

If it is really the fourth war of fz, I think the Grand Duke and Artoria should have a common language, they are honest patriots and kings at the same time.

Probably we like to compare Artoria with the emperors of all dynasties and generations in China. We always feel that Artoria is missing this and that compared with them, but a king has a heart that loves the country and the people more than anyone else. Isn't it good to be willing to sacrifice yourself for their well-being?

Rashomon is coming to an end...everyday salted fish...