[Fate] queen

Chapter 87

My foolish father—

Gladys was full of sympathy and pity. She felt that she was the IQ responsible for Great Britain and a small expert who could break the situation.

Sakura has already seen enough of the episode at [-] o'clock, so hurry up and clear up the misunderstanding for me.

"Oh, father, I really don't know how to be evaluated."

I don't even know how to speak well, so I really deserve to be left behind.

"Your Majesty Gladys, I didn't expect you to come here."

"Teacher, you don't have to be so polite."

The former number one knight of the round table shook his head, and left the living room to Guinevere who needed space to calm down: "No, I can't afford your praise."

"You taught me swordsmanship, and you have been guarding my safety. Why have you been unwilling to admit this title?"

Gladys wanted to sigh at the thought of this man's dead-headedness.

"Please don't get me wrong, it's too arrogant to refuse to admit anything, I just... don't have the qualifications."

Yes, where did he get that qualification.

Lancelot was her mother's sword in vain. Instead of protecting her and not making her sad and wronged, she was injured by his sharp blade and ruined her life for no reason.

Later, he went to Gladys, loyal to her, helped her, accompanied her, and taught her, but he still hated himself, and that strong emotion always reminded him of his incompetence.

If this is redemption, it would be too easy.

Even though Morgan had also been with Gladys for so many years, assisting her until she grew up, Lancelot still didn't have a good look at the witch.

Guinevere, who was sitting alone in the living room, had an expression as if she had seen something terrible, and she was always confused, like a child who was at a loss when facing a vast and unfamiliar world for the first time.

"Your life has never been full of deceit. My father married you from the bottom of his heart."

"Father loves you, this is a fact that cannot be erased."

"Brother... No, Mordred is Morgan's tool, an artificial human made by imitating his father. Mordred has the same appearance and physique as his father, even if he is his own father and son, he will not be too similar to this Make a difference."

This truth... once again turned her world upside down.

Guinevere lowered her head, feeling that the world has really fooled her thoroughly.

She knew her king was standing there watching her, watching her all the time.

But what could she say?

Everything is too late.

"Gurney, drink some water." Matou Kariya broke the barrier of silence and sat down opposite her: "Want to say something?"

"...I, I have no chance to meet my king."

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice was full of confusion, and her expression was full of hesitation.

"I hated him and thought I was cheated."

"In the end, he didn't do anything wrong... I killed him."

In front of this beautiful woman, her smile is always filled with the calmness of Qianfan. In the short career that Matou Kariya has experienced, it can be said that he has never seen a more beautiful and stronger woman than her.

In the tragic situation of being ravaged by fate, she can still smile, and even regain love in the rolling wheel of the years, take good care of Matou Sakura, and pay attention to everyone's preferences.

It's hard for Matou Kariya to say if he didn't have his own heart, would he just immerse himself in such a wonderful time.

"I almost caused him to step into this sad eternity. He is the best king. He should live in peace and not continue to fight for me."

"Are you trying to say that it's all your fault? Are you trying to say that your murderer and the conspiracy brewing are completely correct?"

"Kariya, that's not what I meant..."

"Genevere, you have to understand that wanting to save and love his wife is a man's instinctive choice. Then how can it be said that it is your fault?" Matou Kariya showed a bright and hearty smile: "We are friends and family members. Don't you think I won't help you when you are in trouble?"

"...Of course you don't."

This man is too gentle, his heart is so soft.

How can a person who is willing to lend a helping hand to the daughter of the person he loves and do everything for it, watch others suffer and remain indifferent.

"You really are an idiot."

Guinevere subconsciously pinned her disheveled hair behind her ears to conceal her emotions: "Is Kariya worried about me?"

"Well, I always feel that you are the type who is calm on the surface, but you will do irreparable stupid things if you don't look carefully."

"...Why should I be said that by a fool? Really."

"So, Gurney, you are also an idiot. Do you still feel heartache when you see him?"

Guinevere fiddled with the pillow and remained silent.

Matou Kariya shook his head secretly, and decided to magnify his move: "When you see him...do you still feel moved?"

Guinevere suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, startled in her heart.

"I understand this feeling very well, Gurney, didn't you tell me - don't be blinded by hatred, now I hope you can also understand that loving someone is not a fault." Seeing her like this, Matou Kariya felt relieved He smiled gratifiedly again: "It seems that I guessed right, even when you still misunderstood, you have long since ignored that matter, and you don't hate him anymore, or in other words, that hatred is no match for you Love in my heart."

The man said firmly:

"You loved him, Guinevere, and you still love him."

This love that has lasted until now is like a curse, a suffocating but beautiful barrier that firmly binds Guinevere.

To this day, her heart is still filled with sweet love and tumbling with tender emotions.

"No matter how the legend of King Arthur changes, even if you really never see each other again - that love is real."

Tender and sweet, twisted and painful, entangled with each other, can never be separated.

Guinevere nodded wordlessly, she could not refute.

"Kariya is so gentle. You are right, I still love him—but what's the use of that? I can only become the executioner who buried him with my own hands, telling him to die quickly. I can't just watch Let him become an eternal fantasy like me, never disappear, trapped in one place, keep fighting... What is the point of such a thing?"

"...do you feel guilty?"

This sentence has covered it all.

Only living can have a future, and only living can have everything.Once a person dies, everything is lost.

Guinevere lowered her eyelashes, and her tone was soft and slow, as if there was a sadness that could not be expressed in words: "Kariya, he is the king, my king. I swore allegiance to him, and I will assist him in creating In an era of peace, Britain is my second country. But now I can't help him except for this superficial and ignorant love. Look, Kariya, there is someone worse and worse than me. A worthy queen? It's even cheap—"

"You can shut up, Guinevere!" Matou Kariya supported his forehead, sighed forbearance, and interrupted her with a solemn face and raised his voice.

Matou Kariya has already noticed that although Guinevere looks very transparent and strong, she understands everything, but she is the type who is easy to go astray.Because I feel that I am very ordinary, so I have to work very hard to be able to achieve myself. If there is any deviation, it must be the fault of not working hard enough.

Some things cannot be left to him to say now. When King Arthur faced her, he was too concerned about expressing himself well, and Lancelot could only describe his determination with actions, so Kariya felt that he was best candidate.

He stood up abruptly, emphasizing: "I have always wanted to say, when will you see yourself? You have been looking at the country, the king, the knight, and the king all this time. Zimin, even looking at Sakura, looking at us... Do you know that? You have a heart that knows how to love others but doesn't know how to love yourself! This kind of existence is wrong!"

The girl who had never been refuted by him like this was a little dazed.Guinevere found it incomprehensible that no one had ever told her to be selfish.She has come to the present step by step relying on her ideal way, and she doesn't think there is anything that needs to be corrected.

"Isn't Kariya the same? You have never cared about your own affairs, and always put us first. If this is wrong, you are also wrong!"

Matou Kariya was at a loss for words.

Does it end up accusing each other of caring too little about themselves...

Guinevere shook her head.

In fact, she also understands that they live in different eras and have seen different scenery, so it is difficult to reach a consensus on each other's views.He has a different way of thinking from her, and of course they cannot understand each other.

A person is too invested in certain things and cannot withdraw, maybe that is really a stupid act, but Guinevere does not intend to change, and she will not regret it.

That life was a very fulfilling and glorious journey indeed.

She once shouldered responsibilities and pursued her ideals. That was Guinevere's identity and career that she could never be willful.

"Thank you for your concern, Kariya."

Matou Kariya sighed deeply: "In this way, he will not give up even more? Why don't you want to use the Holy Grail to awaken miracles? Why don't you want to bring King Arthur back to the world."

"I……"

Guinevere opened her mouth in vain, she had never considered this possibility.

Because she has already died, the boundary between life and death is so clear, how to break it.

"Kariya, you..."

"Go." Matou Kariya's smile concealed encouragement, full of blessings: "Go and tell him that you still love him, go and tell him that you still miss him."

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