Artoria the Big Liar

She took me out of the room, went downstairs, and walked to a corner of the community.

It was originally a warehouse, but with the bankruptcy of the company, the warehouse was left unattended and became an abandoned place.The whole building is full of signs of rain erosion, and the metal parts are also corroded, just like this declining Misaki town.

Although the primary school students were already on vacation, it was midsummer, the weather was stuffy and hot, and the environment here was a little weird. As a result, there was no one there, and it was unbelievably quiet, as if in another world.

In this abandoned place, the witch spoke French and spoke to the sky.

"Jeanna, what did you say?" After she finished speaking, I asked suspiciously.

"I said, let Merlin and Morgan get the hell out of here, or you'll spend the rest of your life in regret!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Merlin and Morgan walked towards me from the blind corner of the viewing angle.

The two of them were still wearing gorgeous gowns and gowns, their expressions were tense, and they wanted to get closer to me, but they finally stopped at a distance of eight meters.

Looking at their figures, the corner of the witch's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

"Sure enough, I guessed it right. You guys have been eavesdropping?"

"No, no, no! Don't eat indiscriminately, and don't talk indiscriminately! We didn't eavesdrop! We didn't hear anything about what you talked about just now! Even if we accidentally heard it, we would soon forget it... Are you right, Morgan?"

Merlin was so flustered that she even asked Morgan to help her.

At this time, a fool can see that Merlin has indeed been peeping all the time.

I am very helpless about this.But it's over, and there's nothing I can do about it.Even if I ask Merlin not to peek, according to her perverse personality, she will continue to peek.It's just that the next time I see me, I will pretend to be more like it.

Morgan was silent, she looked at me from a distance, but subconsciously avoided my sight.

The majesty of the queen is completely gone, and now she is more like a frightened little animal...

"Arthur, go hug them."

The witch's words made me stunned for a moment.

No matter what, I can't even imagine that a witch would say such a thing.

I stared at the witch's pupils, she was very serious, almost as serious as before.

Then, she pushed my waist violently, and said a familiar tone from her mouth.

"Do you want me to turn on the phone and use a stopwatch to count time? Or, the two of them are not even qualified to be hugged by you? Arthur, you are indeed not frivolous, but you are not so fickle, right? Even a hug None?"

Taking a deep breath, recalling Morgan's heartbroken look at noon, I finally mustered up the courage to walk in front of her.

If it was the past, she would definitely hug me first, right?Just like back in Avalon.

But, it was different now, she was at a loss, lowered her head, picking her nails with both hands.

Obviously at the beginning, she was a strong and almost crazy woman, but now she has the appearance of this little girl. I couldn't help sighing——At noon, my reaction was indeed excessive.

Now, the hug was an apology, an apology, and an acknowledgment—an acknowledgment of my feelings for her and her feelings for me.It's just that the shadow of the past forms a barrier, separating me from her, so that we can only look at each other from a distance.So, as a first step in reconciling with the past, I'm reconciling with Morgan, and with Merlin.

Although this kind of multi-party relationship is not what I want, but judging from the current situation, I really have no other way.

Who made me really owe them a lot, a lot?

Thinking of this, I opened my arms and hugged Morgan's waist.

Morgan is much taller than me, and she gently hugged my head, which slightly changed the flavor of the hug.

"Artoria..."

"I'm sorry, Morgan...I said a lot of outrageous things earlier."

"It's okay... I can understand, I can understand..."

She shed tears again, and the tears dripped on my hair and on my heart.

I don't know exactly how long the hug was because it was Morgan who let me go first.

Morgan didn't say anything, just smiled, just shed tears, as in the past.

Like a machine, I let go of Morgan, and then looked at Merlin.

Merlin took a rare step back.

"I... I don't need it..."

"You're going crazy, do you think I can't see it?" The witch's voice sounded behind me, mocking and mocking. "Don't forget, I can read other people's feelings. After all, isn't it because I'm afraid of being addicted to it, and I won't be able to get out again? It's as if you have already gone out now, isn't it still addicted to it? ,enjoying the moment?"

Sighing heavily again, I hugged Merlin.

Speaking of which, this was the first time I held her in my arms—it didn’t count that I pressed her against the stone pillar that night.

There is a strange flower on her body, and I can't remember which kind of flower it is for a while.

But, it's really sweet and charming, and the whole person relaxes.It was as if I had come to a nursing room full of flowers, smelling all kinds of flowers and incense, soothing the scars in my heart, and I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

This hug was for a long, long time, so long that I felt hot.

"Hey, Merlin, are you done yet?"

With the witch's urging, Merlin let go of me.

The witch hugged her chest and walked over arrogantly, feeling like a "fox pretending to be a tiger".

"This house is too small, it feels like a snail getting into its shell. I feel uncomfortable living in it. Morgan, Merlin, you should be able to build a bigger house? If possible, I would like to discuss with you Get the specifics."

"...Jeanna, do you really want to do this?" I couldn't help asking.

"What else can I do? The two of them are voyeurs, and it's not like you don't know it! Living together, at least they won't continue to peep, right?"

The current witch seems to be a bit too strong, and I was completely led by the nose.

At this point, I have only one option left - I just nodded reluctantly.

Chapter 37: Evil God (5K)

However, just after I nodded, visions suddenly appeared around me.

The sky suddenly turned scarlet, and the sun was dying red.

The wind stopped, and time also stopped. One good afternoon, because of this enchantment, it became a demon realm.

Afterwards, more than a dozen void fissures tore open the space, and a dozen shadow followers emerged from it—I no longer have the need to observe them.Because the people who need protection already have the ability to deal with these "bad fish" level combat power.

The witch smiled contemptuously: "I said... this time the Yuan Demon will not be on our side, right? Such cooperation? Just after reconciliation, you sent these cheerleaders here to show that you know?"

As soon as her words fell, the brilliance gathered briefly, and then turned into a dozen fist-sized missiles, blasting towards the shadow follower.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of explosions like missile detonations.The old warehouse was immediately blasted into pieces, and the flames and smoke from the explosion solidified over time, just like watching computer special effects.

Together with the warehouse, there were also those dozen or so shadow followers—it was a complete instant kill, there is nothing to say.

I looked at Morgan, the caster of this spell—after returning to Avalon, she resumed her status as Queen of Avalon, and her mystery was completely released, much stronger than before.

The witch seemed rather disappointed: "...Uh, okay. Sure enough, the doll is still too weak, not enough to look at at all."

With the mentality of encouraging the witch, I said casually: "It's okay. Even a shadow follower, after all, has the power of a heroic spirit. If an ordinary magician encounters these dolls, he will definitely fall into a hard fight."

Then, like the time at school, the barrier faded away.The traces of the battle disappeared completely, the big bang was traced back, and the warehouse returned to its dilapidated appearance.Then time resumed its flow and I felt the wind again, the humidity of the air and the heat of the sun.

"So, Morgan, Merlin. What do you think of Jeanne's thoughts?" I looked at Morgan and Merlin.

"Of course that's what I wish for! It must be better to live together, right? Mordred will definitely be very happy." Merlin replied with a smile, looking impatient.

Morgan hesitated for a moment: "... Artoria, although she has already nodded, but in the end it is up to you to decide."

Her words made me feel a little uncomfortable.Like, she still sees me as King Arthur.

After hesitating for a moment, I took a slight breath and asked the two: "Morgan, Merlin, do you like me or King Arthur? This is very important to me, and it has something to do with the decision itself."

"Arthur..." I didn't expect the witch to speak first. "It's already at this time, you already know it very well, right? In that case, why continue to ask?"

"Still a little skeptical... can't be completely sure," I explained.

Morgan and Merlin looked at each other, and it was Merlin who asked first, "Will you speak first or should I speak first?"

"Let's talk first. You are much better than me in speaking skills." Morgan replied.

Under the sun, her expression became solemn, as if she had changed from a perverse and frivolous succubus to the palace of King Albion again.

After a while, Merlin opened his eyes: "A black sun that radiates light and warmth—I said so before, right?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Since this is the case, there is no need to explain in detail-Artoria, the part of the black sun belongs to King Arthur, and the part of light and warmth belongs to you. People who respect and love you are not attracted by the black sun, but by the light Attracted by warmth and warmth. Darkness can only bring fear, but it cannot bring light and warmth, respect and love."

If it was before, I would try hard to think about what Merlin meant by saying these words.

But now, I'm much lazy and don't want to use my brain at all.

"...I don't understand," I said.

"The so-called king is an existence far beyond his subjects, just like the sun hanging high in the sky..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Arrêt! Merlin, can you stop talking in such a riddle?" The witch's urgent voice interrupted Merlin's ancient prose recitation.It's not that she doesn't understand, but just like me, she doesn't want to hear it at all. "Is it because you've lived so long that you can't even speak normally? Do you need to go to elementary school again to learn how to speak human?"

"Speak clearly in twenty words, Merlin." It seemed that Morgan couldn't stand Merlin like this.

"Loath and hatred are based on narrow prejudices, and respect and love are based on deep understanding." Merlin said slowly, "Artoria, what others see is not who you really are. You..."

"...Sure enough, it's still the same as the riddle." The witch interrupted Merlin again.But soon, she smiled triumphantly: "However, I can understand now, after all, I can read minds - you don't really want to say riddles, but you are just afraid that you will say the wrong thing and be misunderstood by Artoria , That's why it became like this. But think about it, when is this now, what's the use of being nervous?"

Hearing this, the long-standing doubts were finally dispelled.

I have always felt that Merlin's spirit is not normal, so he showed two completely different sides.

In the end, she was actually similar to me, but she was forced to play another role because of pressure.

As for being nervous when speaking, this is also normal - when I was talking to Mordred before, I was very nervous, and I had to make a long speech when I could clearly say a few sentences, for fear that I might make any mistakes. misunderstood by the other party.

Merlin froze for a moment.A moment of doubt flashed in the pink pupils, and was soon covered by embarrassment and shyness: "Oh...it seems to be the case. After all, words are very weak, and I'm the only one who says something difficult to understand. Artoria will ask again. Me, and I am going to correct it so that she can fully understand what I mean!"

"That is to say, you don't know how to sum it up?" After a pause, the witch put her left hand on her chest and her right hand on her chin, pretending to be thinking, and then said: "That's it! I probably understand what you want to say— —Let me sum it up, okay?"

"You?" Merlin hesitated.In the process of this hesitation, I seem to see calculations and suspicions. "Sigh... Indeed, only people like you can understand this kind of thing."

"Ahem!" Clearing her throat, the witch said solemnly, "It's very simple——Arthur, what they hate is King Arthur, and what they like is Artoria."

"...Huh?" I was a little dazed, but even more confused.

There was another pause, and the witch said in rather superficial words: "King Arthur wants to kill people, practice tyranny, and do all kinds of bad things, that's all right, tyrants are like this. But you are not only a tyrant, if you are only a tyrant, you can't start from nothing. Alexander has the kingdom established by his father, Yingzheng has the wealth accumulated by his six generations of ancestors, not to mention Augustus. And you, you don’t even have your own troops. So, in the process of becoming King Arthur, you Relying on the identity of 'Arturia', this country was built... In other words, if others only know you as King Arthur, they will hate you. If others know you deeply and know that you are Artoria, they will hate you. I will love you back."

I'm thinking about the witch's statement...

This is different from my cognition and experience, and it is unprecedented.

Seeing my bewilderment, the witch curled her lips and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Have you not understood? Then let me put it more bluntly - King Arthur never existed, and there was only Al from the beginning to the end." Toria. It’s just that you set the standard too high, put too much pressure on yourself, and have to do things the best, that’s why you became like this... You forgot the evaluation of that mechanical thing ?The Philosopher King of Dystopia - quite suitable for you. Because the mysteries have declined, the Britons will definitely be extinct, and the country cannot become utopia, you have to turn the country into a similar dystopia. Then, why Is it the philosopher king? I looked up the meaning of this word on the Internet, which is very interesting. I forgot the details, but you must understand what this word means, right?"

A scholar who governs a country with transcendent wisdom, experience and morality, this is the meaning of the philosopher king.

This is different from the "sage" in the Eastern concept.The sage's governance of the country is the only way to achieve great goodness and great governance, and it is active.The philosopher king has to improve the morality of others when practicing morality, which is forced.Therefore, the philosopher king is often in pain, no less than a university teacher who has to teach kindergarten children. It is obviously a waste of time, but he has to do it—and turn the country into an extremely tight ruling structure. Dystopia is a more painful process.

In other words, I created the mask of "King Arthur" because I faced too much pressure and setbacks in life?I then use that as an excuse to repress those pains and turn them into a "necessary evil."And those people around me can actually tell the difference between the two, so after the initial hostility, they gradually become loyal?

But... no, very wrong... It doesn't quite fit my experience after all.

"Ah, Arthur, it seems that you understand a little bit, but you don't fully understand it yet." The witch smiled lightly.But my heart suddenly panicked. "Morgan, Merlin, you don't need me, who can't even write well, to teach you what to do? Arthur really needs you to heal Arthur's heart disease... It's a pity that Guinevere is just an ordinary person , It’s just such a pity that I died for the rest of my life. If she is here, the situation should be better, right?”

"Jeanne... what is 'how to do'? What do you want to say?" My speech became very rapid.

"What else can I do? Did I say nothing just now?" She still chuckled lightly, which made me even more flustered. "Well, I was an outsider who suddenly broke into your life. Just treat it as a dream-like adventure. I remember a very famous movie called "The Seven Year Itch"? It's about Something like that. So, Arthur, come back to them."

"So...forget about me."—the words in the dream echoed in my mind again.

Almost instantly, a flame of self-incineration burned in my chest, and soon the expanded consciousness expanded into my mind.

For the first time in my life, I was so angry that I almost broke the strings of reason, causing the calm lake to start bubbling, and even showed signs of boiling...

Yes, that's right, it was boiling... The lake set off waves, and even began to deteriorate, turning into festering magma.

"...I regret it." My voice was extremely low, as if I was growling these words.

"Repent? Arthur...what's wrong?" The witch also panicked.

I walked up to her angrily, and immediately hugged her in my arms.