Artoria the Big Liar

But... I can't think of it, I can't think of it anyway.It’s as if my name in my previous life has long been forgotten—no, it’s more like it’s been deliberately blocked, just like the foul language in the video will be covered by the sound of “beep——”.

Rubbing his forehead, he took a deep breath - he was choked, the smell was indeed a bit strong, and the air conditioner let the smell cover the entire room.But after coughing these two times, I really woke up a lot and felt that my body had returned to normal.

So, I got up and opened the door.

The witch was sitting on the couch, and a premium channel movie was playing on the TV, still in French, which I couldn't understand.

She had the same short white hair, just shoulder level.She was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, house shorts on the lower body, and girlish pink slippers—but, the moment she saw her, the figures of the two witches overlapped.The golden eyes were obviously full of shyness, doubts and a hint of bewilderment, but for some reason, I felt a sadness—a sadness like ashes, it seemed that the next moment, she not only burst like a bubble, but also burst like a bubble. Disappeared in the field of vision along with the wind like ashes.

Taking another deep breath, I walked slowly to her sofa and sat down beside her.

"What movie are you watching?" I asked softly.

"Amelie," she replied. "It is said to be the most highly rated French movie, so I want to watch it. I just went out to look for the CD I was looking for in the store, but I didn't expect it to be there. It's still in French."

"Does it look good?"

"It's not bad. The acting skills are all online, the rhythm is good, and the story is not bad. Otherwise, how could the evaluation be so high?"

"Still hate France?"

The witch blinked, tilted her head, and looked at me suspiciously.

"What's the matter? Why should I hate France?"

"The magic power is restored, and some memories should be restored, right? Don't you remember how you were born?"

"Hmm... It seems that you really have some impressions when you say that." Her eyes were in a daze looking at the TV again, and her brain tried to recall the covered past. "I... seem to be a witch who was born from the flames of hatred based on the remains of that saint after she was burned to ashes. The pain of the flames, the betrayal of the betrayer, the injustice of the court, and the enemy The sinisterness of—these curses came together to form my soul. And then...then it happened...uh..."

She got stuck, and she didn't know if the memory was interrupted here, or what happened after that made her unacceptable.

I took her hand and stroked it gently with my thumb.Time passed slowly without words, and the pictures on the TV were constantly changing, just like our calm mood.

After a long time, she finally realized what happened.

"...how do you know? I've only just recovered my magic power, and I'm not ready to recover those memories yet."

"Just now, I had a dream about you."

"A dream about how I was born?"

"...No, it's about your end."

But no, not at all.

Maybe that was the end, but not the end of the past at all.

Call the evil dragon Arthur?Think of Arthur as the most beloved lover?

How is it possible... It must be because I was thinking too much, or because I had such a dream last night.

"What's wrong? Isn't it just a dream? Why are you so nervous?"

The hand that was caressing gently at first is now held tightly and tightly.

When I got here, I finally realized that my body tensed up involuntarily.

The moment I realized this fact, my brain immediately became confused.All kinds of thoughts flicked across the surface, leaving slight traces.Traces and traces are superimposed, like scribbled oil paintings, and finally form a dark hole where the colors overlap. This hole continues to expand, devouring all thoughts, leaving nothing but nothingness.

—"Forget about me, Arthur..."

From the void, came such a voice, it was the last words spoken by the witch in the dream.

So, almost instinctively, some force forced me to make an agreement.

"Jeanna... I won't forget you. No matter what happens in the future, I won't forget."

"Uh... forget? Forget what? Could it be... you want to say that the final result of the dream is that you forget me?"

"No."

Almost instantly, I answered right away.

But... that dream was so bizarre that for a while I couldn't organize my words and tell it.

The witch frowned slightly, and stared at me with golden eyes, full of bewilderment and doubt.

"So, what kind of dream is that? It's my end again, and I forgot something... It's so inexplicable! Arthur, did you not sleep well? Why are you talking without beginning or end?"

"It's not... that dream is still clear... it's just..."

The witch sighed, and held the back of my hand with her left hand, trying to convey warmth and calm me down: "Arthur, you gave me magic power last night. I think this is the proof that you have made a contract with me, right? , I am really your witch, and you are really my evil dragon! Maybe you can’t say that you are of one mind, but at least you trust each other? Well... I don’t care if I say it or not. It’s just a fight anyway. Dreams, what’s the matter? I’ve had quite a few dreams! I’ve been dreaming these past few days, and I almost thought you were just an existence I imagined several times. Didn’t I say nothing? Didn’t you also have a good time? In front of me?"

Staring at the clear eyes, I lost my mind for a moment, as if this is just a dream, as if what she said should be reversed.

But—there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s reality now.My hands are cold, hers are hot.She clasped my right hand with both hands, and the warmth was transmitted to the brain and even the heart.

After hesitating for a long, long time, when all the movies on TV had staff lists, I still couldn't say anything.

In the end, I made a decision - let's not talk about it.

"It's nothing... It should be a coincidence with previous memories. A long time ago, I forgot important things. Now, I'm afraid to continue to forget, so I had such a dream to remind myself not to forget... It should be like this, that's right. gone."

It should be like this, and it is unlikely to have other reasons.

The movie is completely over.The witch picked up the remote control on the coffee table and pressed the off button.

Then, she looked at me with a gentle curve of her mouth.Before, she was a very feminine person.Now, her femininity is much stronger.At least, no longer like a young girl who would think wildly if she didn't pay attention.

"By the way, Arthur, now my magic power is sufficient, and the spiritual foundation has almost recovered, and I can already take out the flag and sword—do you want to see? I won't activate them, just to see should it be ok? "

"Okay."

"The flag or the sword first?"

"Banners. I remember you prefer banners to swords."

After releasing my right hand, the witch stood up and walked to the center of the living room.

She stretched out her right hand, and suddenly the flames erupted, and as the sparks rose and the ashes fell, a banner appeared in her hand.

On a white background, the crest of an evil dragon is drawn in curved lines.The evil dragon opened its mouth, flapped its wings, and seemed to be staring ahead—but the dragon's horns were not just one pair, but two pairs.The trend and arc are not extending backward or upward, but one of the pair is stretching forward like a bullfight, extremely thick, and more like a cruel demon than a dragon.

It seems that it is exactly the same style as my helmet... and it is also exactly the same as the dragon in the dream.

"How about it, isn't it beautiful?"

"Well, it's a beautiful flag."

"Is the flag of Albion also like this?"

Hearing the witch's random question, my heart suddenly thumped, my pupils shrank suddenly, and my mood was like a pool where huge stones were thrown, and there were ripples and ripples that could not be calmed down for a long time.

Then, with a forced smile, I finally nodded.

"Well, exactly the same, exactly."

Chapter Thirty: Twisted Creation (4K)

It's 10:30 am, which means I've slept for almost three hours.

It sounds short, but I am a humanoid dragon after all, and I don't need much sleep.

So, after making one of the most important commitments in my life, I thoroughly cleaned out last night's sheets, clothes, and places that emitted strong odors, and closed my room by the way. wind.

At this time, the convenience of modern life is reflected.If it was in ancient Britain, special servants needed to wash it several times with plant ash, and then brush it with soap made from lard. The whole process was hand rubbing, which was very hard and troublesome.But in the modern era of industrialization, only washing machines and washing powder can take on most of the laundry work, so that I don't have to work so hard.

After all... How should I put it, looking at those traces, I always feel a little awkward in my heart.

I came to the living room with my laptop in my arms, and used the Internet to look up ways to improve economic conditions—this involved Takano’s courage to join the HEMA department. Even if I asked for leave today, I still had to work hard.

The buzzing of vertical air conditioners, washing machines, and kitchen refrigerators was endless, and the witch watched a new movie called "The Fifth Element", a classic French movie, and it was also in French as before.Because I can't understand it at all, and I have no interest in this kind of special effects movies, so I concentrate on looking for various solutions on the Internet.

——It seems that the voice is too monotonous.

I put down the computer and went to the balcony, overlooking the ground on the fourth floor.

On the street, there is no shadow of a pedestrian.The traffic lights are working normally, but there are no vehicles on the asphalt road.All kinds of shops on the first floor of nearby buildings are open, but there is no trace of people inside.It seems that the human population suddenly disappeared into the world at a certain moment, leaving only the basic buildings.

I frowned slightly and went back to the living room.

The witch who was watching the movie asked suspiciously when she saw that her expression was not right.

"what happened?"

"Someone dares to drag us into a world where there are no people."

"Other world? What do you mean? Do you mean another world?"

"……wait a minutes."

I pulled out my new smartphone and dialed Mordred's number.

Got through, but not quite through.The speaker of the phone beeped for more than a minute, and the unconnected voice that had been recorded in advance came out from the phone.I checked again, the signal of the mobile phone is indeed full, and the mobile data can also be connected to the network.Human creations are still functioning normally, but the existence called "human" is isolated in this alien world.

Then, I picked up the remote control on the coffee table, switched to the cable channel, and the advertisements, news, and entertainment programs were normal.I also confirmed my laptop, and the network is also normal.Casually on the forum, posting is still normal.

Taking a deep breath, I began to explain to the witch: "The 'other world' in occultism refers to a world that is related to the present world but does not belong to humans. In fairy tales, children enter the village of goblins, and this country is 'hidden away'." Phenomena, in fact, used to exist. Those worlds are different from the present world, so they are called 'other worlds', which are different from the recently popular adventures in different worlds."

"Could it be that dimensional demon? That disgusting thing is coming again?"

"It shouldn't be... The other party didn't rush into the house and blow it up here, which means there is something to talk about. At least, it understands us and understands our strength. Let's go out first, it should be waiting for us."

The witch and I walked out the door, down the stairs, and into the street.

It rained a few times last night, the road was still wet, the sky was overcast, and the air became much cooler.

I held the witch's hand in my left hand and the "Black Sword of Calamity" in my right. I moved step by step on the street, as if this was not a familiar street, but a gloomy underground cemetery, where evil things would come from at any time. gushed out of the corner.

However, this state of affairs did not last long.That being is at the crossroads, waiting for us.

it puts on【*

It notices us.The last moment was still at the crossroads, and the next moment it teleported to the front five meters away from me.

"Wow! What is it!"

I immediately took a step forward, protecting the flustered witch behind me, my nerves were tense, and I entered the battle state.

As long as this thing dares to make any changes, I will cut it into pieces before it reacts.

Fortunately, as I expected before, this semi-mechanical creation did not move forward.

"Guian, King of Eternity, Witch of Dragons. How is your life these past few days? Are there any difficulties?"

Totally electronic sound.The speaker quality is also poor, it seems this speaker has been used for decades.

I frowned slightly, and now I finally remembered—the figure in front of me seemed to come from "Warhammer 40" in my memory, because its image was exactly the same as that of the Empire Mechanicus cultivator commonly known as "the oil guy". Partially accepted the transformation of diesel punk style, it looks quite rough, but unexpectedly precise, even the cloak and gown are pure red of Mechanicum.

I squinted my eyes and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"Three questions." The existence stretched out its left hand, which was also mechanical, and stretched out three fingers. "To answer this question itself, you need to answer three questions for me. After that, you will know who I am and what my identity is from the question itself."

"I ask you, who are you?" There was hostility in my voice.

"Just answer my three questions, and you will understand."

"Don't want to answer? Very good, this is very good..." I let go of the witch's hand and held the sword in both hands.The darkness churned on the sword, and the condensed darkness dripped onto the ground like sticky grease, corroding the ground. "You call me the King of Eternity? It means that you know me very well. Then, trying to tell me riddles and misleading me about things that should be clear in a few sentences, I will assume that this is an act of hostility... Forget it , so be it, anyway, you will know later..."

Before I finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, my body arrived in front of this existence like a cannonball.

The dark and scarlet magic sword was cut out in an instant, separating dimensions and cutting space.

The expected sense of cutting without feedback did not come, but was blocked—my magic sword, which is a mixture of two kinds of magic powers of darkness and space, transformed from the Holy Spirit Sword, was actually blocked .

I recognized that sword—it was extremely radiant, even radiant, and it was exactly the same as the treasure I used in the Holy Grail War. It was undoubtedly the "Oath and Victory" that was originally used to expel the star soldiers and save the entire world. sword".

However, as the owner of the real thing, I can certainly feel that this is not the real thing, but an empty shell with a superficial appearance, exactly the same as the holy sword projected by Merlin using "projection magic".

I was in a stalemate with this engine oil guy. I only used less than [-]% of my strength, but the seemingly brilliant holy sword shook violently. Protected himself.

"Hmph... you still use this sword? Are you trying to insult me?" I asked coldly, staring coldly.

"No... I don't intend to insult you, King of Eternity." The monk was barely alive, at least in his tone, he really felt that he had exhausted all his strength. "This...is just a sword I borrowed. Among the permissions I have been allowed...only it can withstand your attack...all other weapons will be cut like tofu...At that time, I may not Will die, but it's not far from death...for the offense...I'm...sorry."

"Let me ask you one last time, who are you?"

"Three...questions..."