Artoria the Big Liar

The spear had pierced through the heart, the blood circulation had stopped long ago, and the individual named Mordred was completely dead.

The black veil covered the lady's face, so that no sadness or joy could be seen.She just pulled the spear out of Mordred's body, and stroked the wound with her slender right hand, so that the hole was healed and the armor was repaired.Then, he took off Mordred's helmet, revealing that immature face - at this time, Mordred's golden eyes were wide open, and the pain, unwillingness, and deepest depths of the soul could be vaguely seen in the dilated pupils. sadness.

"It's all right, Mordred... you've done enough. It's all... over."

The lady gently closed Mordred's eyes, wiped away Mordred's tears, then stood up and walked to the king's side.

Slender hands trembling【_

The noble lady also knelt down and hugged Wang's body carefully, letting her lie in her arms.

Then, he also took off the king's helmet, revealing the original appearance of blood and flesh, which is extremely miserable.

The noble lady touched the king's wound lightly, but at that moment, like an electric shock, like a burn, the slender hand immediately retracted.The lady took two deep breaths, and tried to touch the wound again with her trembling right hand.Then, the magic power of healing flickered at the fingertips, and the lady completely healed all the wounds according to the appearance of the king in her memory.

Wang closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little. The tranquility seemed to be just sleeping, and the tranquility seemed to be just relief.

The lady opened her mouth.Thousands of words gathered in her chest, but she couldn't utter a single word.It just turned into a heavy exhalation, and then sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around the king's head, embracing it in his arms, feeling the piercing pain, feeling the sin like the monstrous flames, and humming hoarsely He lost all his ability to think, and his whole body was shaking violently in pain.

Time passed slowly, the setting sun gradually disappeared, and the earth became dark, leaving only a last afterglow on the horizon.

This pain, this pain of losing the king and losing the child, continued to torment the lady.It’s as if the noble lady is tasting this pain, letting it fill her mind, turning it into fuel for karmic fire, making it just pain, and not turning into bitter hatred and madness that burns everything—maybe, it’s just Because the king doesn't like these two things, right?

Suddenly, after feeling something, the lady tried her best to suppress the pain and wiped away the tears on her face.

A woman is approaching—a female magician with long silver hair, a white robe, and an ornate wooden staff.

At least in front of this female magician, the lady thinks that she must not lose her composure.

"Merlin...it's already at this time, what else are you going to do?"

The lady's voice was calm and soft, like the surface of a lake as quiet as a mirror, carrying a different kind of power.

The female magician whom the lady called "Merlin" sighed heavily.

"What am I going to do, Morgan, you must understand? Although it is tragic, Artoria can't die now. She has to complete the prophecy, otherwise things will become very troublesome. I think if she You’re still awake, so you’re sure you’ll do the same, right?”

"...Then let's step over my corpse first."

The noble lady kept her gaze on the king's face, and refused to leave it for a moment no matter what.

The female magician scratched her head, as if she had expected this situation a long time ago, but she was still extremely distressed.

"Morgan, is this really good? The result of going against the prophecy is that this history is cut off from the root. Everything she does becomes meaningless. This country, these Britons, will be meaningless. Even , the feelings of each of us have become meaningless. Even though she is already bruised and bloody, Artoria has done everything she can to get to where she is today—what is this for? What is it that she deserves? Giving? Morgan, you with the blood of Pendragon obviously know better than me, a half-succubus who doesn't know what feelings are, right?"

"I understand all of this. But I will never allow that..." The lady paused, trying to suppress the sadness that was about to overflow and turn into hatred, and said: "She has suffered too much, the real Whether it is death or eternal sleep, all I can give her is these. She no longer has to smile and spread grease on herself, turning herself into a raging fire, just to make people in the cold winter feel To the warmth that is real, that exists. If she could go on, she would go on of her own volition—but right now, she's burned out."

Morgan was very calm, she did not refute, and she had nothing to refute, but stated her decision: "If this history is destined to be erased, then I will turn it into a singularity. If this history is destined to be erased Burn it, then I will turn it into a lore belt. But it is absolutely not allowed to let her continue to live. Forcing her to continue to live is the greatest torture for her—look at this battlefield, Merlin. If you You have a little bit of humanity in your spirit, you should be able to understand why two brothers who are brothers see each other as enemies, you should be able to understand why this island has become so crazy."

Doesn't the female magician understand why?Of course she understood it all, she understood it better than anyone else, she understood it even better than Morgan.

But it is because he understands better than anyone else that the spirit understands the king's dedication, and his vision is not limited to the suffering the king has experienced.

——At least, the female magician herself thought so.

What's more, she still has a pair of eyes that can see through the times.These eyes let her know many inside stories that others could not know.

"...Although it sounds unbelievable, Morgan, what I say below is true, and I guarantee it with my remaining humanity——I am not the one who made those predictions, but Artoria Herself. Her birth, the fall of the British King, and the rise of Britain, including the civil war that put her to death, were all prophecies of herself and the island based on her own will and judgment. Now, she The prophecy is not over yet, and the last step is missing. Failure to complete this step is not as simple as the disappearance of history—some very bad things that no one can bear will happen.”

The lady did not answer, did not respond.

She just held the king's corpse tenderly in her arms.

There was no movement, no expression, not even tears.

The magician thought that the lady did not understand what she was talking about, so she decided to make it clear.

"Arturia... her traces will disappear—probably be replaced by another Arturia, the one from 'Pan-Human History'. Every time we recall the name, we think The face that emerges in the movie is no longer her, but another person who is the same but different. Even if there are inhuman elements in our blood, at this moment, occasionally something important is forgotten But in the final analysis, there is still a human part in our essence, as long as we are human, we cannot avoid this subconscious replacement, after all, we have completely forgotten her appearance."

This is a manifestation of restraint in correcting history.

Alaya consciousness, one of the restraining powers, is the aggregation and condensation of human subconsciousness, and is an abstract entity of the existence of "human civilization".In order to maintain its own existence, Alaya consciousness will react on human beings.Either make a pact with a great soul to become a guardian, or replace the human subconscious to cover up what should not have happened, but did happen.

This is an open secret in the world of magicians, at least among magicians at the level of Merlin and Morgan.

Doesn't Morgan believe this?Don't know this?

She knew it, and she believed it.

But she didn't show any expression, just hugged Wang gently, gently and tenderly.

Then, the lips that became almost transparent due to sadness moved slightly——

"...I will transform into a non-human being. I will transform the Britons into a non-human being. Then, strip this history, this island from the concept of the planet - so that there will be no Someone will forget her."

The female magician frowned.

An emotion called anger burned in her chest.

What kind of selfish woman can make such an excessive decision?

What kind of distorted feelings made things develop to this extent?

The magician couldn't figure it out—indeed, she didn't understand the moment Morgan spun the plot and decided to kill the king.

She felt that Morgan had gone crazy, lost his rationality, had been deprived of the ability to think logically, and was sunk in complicated emotions.

"Without humanity, those feelings will disappear. Guilt will turn into confusion, respect and love will turn into strangeness, and the ardor will quickly cool down. Even you and those Britons will become like goblins, with spiritual existence and Insects are no different, there is no rationality and sanity, only chaos and instinct, just a foreign body similar to human beings - even, maybe one day, you will be crazy, you will hate Artoria, more than anyone else... Is this what you want too?"

"Artoria can give up everything about herself..." Morgan paused at this point, no longer so calm. "...Maybe I can't do it, maybe this ending is worse than destruction... But, at least, I am willing to try. As Artoria's gravekeeper, I will protect everything she has dedicated and hoped for. "

"And wait to be killed by another Pendragon?"

Morgan pursed his lips and bit them tightly.

Blood gushed from the cut lip and filled her mouth.

she knows.She understands.She understands.

Everyone knows who the "another Pendragon" that the female magician is talking about is.

Everyone understands that the result of doing so is meaningless.

Even the king can't escape her own prophecy, can Morgan do it?

Morgan didn't know...or rather, she didn't want to know.

Morgan forced himself to calm down.Even if the interior is already turbulent, it is necessary to maintain the surface calm.

"Merlin, tell me a secret you don't know." Morgan's voice was very soft, almost losing all his strength. "The person who asked Mordred to kill Arturia... was herself. She said... If one day, she really can't continue to perform the duties of a king as a king, Mordred should follow Pan Curse of Dragon, kill her, ascend to the throne... Mordred told me, asked my opinion...I can only say to her, do what your heart desires..."

Brother kills brother, son kills father...

Flesh and blood kill each other...

This is the fate that the Pendragon family cannot escape no matter what.

The king's choice was not to escape, but to face it, or even take the initiative to meet it.

However, Mordred's final choice is to end Pendragon and end this curse.

Together with her most beloved father and king, together with this doomed kingdom of Albion, usher in the established and doomed destruction.

However, Pendragon is not over.There is still Morgan in the world.She was once a goddess and then the queen of Paradise.She became Morgan, became a Pendragon, and possessed the aptitude and qualifications to become the Kingdom of Albion.If she doesn't give up this identity, Pendragon will not end, and this curse will not end, it will continue to play out.

The female magician took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily.

With such cursed blood flowing on his body, everyone can understand that Morgan really wants to embrace the same fate, get the same peace, and achieve the same relief with Mordred and Artoria.

Understanding is not the same as agreeing.

What's more, in the eyes of the female magician, this is extremely stupid.

"And then? You became inhuman, the Britons became inhuman, and then? Then what happened? You know better than I, Morgan. You just don't want to think about it, no Willing to face it—then, I will tell you loudly. Arturia will be resurrected under your stupidity and distortion, to attack you, to defeat you, and then...then! She will once again ascend the throne , wear a crown, and be a wretched king of this wretched land! Morgan...Morgan! How stupid you must be to let her continue to bear this fate! How do you want her to face what comes next? Life!"

For a moment, tears blurred his vision.

In the arms is the most beloved person, but the body only feels cold.

It was freezing, bone-chilling cold.

However, before the tears fell, the person in his arms moved.

Yes, really moving.

It was an action accomplished by exerting the last ounce of strength and burning the last ounce of soul.

"... Lord Bedivere."

The person in her arms didn't open her eyes because she couldn't open them.

She gently raised her right hand, pointed her index finger at the sword beside her, and pointed at the gun in the distance.

The extremely weak language came out of her mouth.

"...sword and gun...return it for me...please..."

"I'm sorry... I didn't achieve it after all... I'm really... sorry..."

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(This chapter is the first perspective of Artoria.)

I opened my eyes.

In my field of vision, is a woman wearing a veil.

I was being hugged so tightly and tightly by her that it was difficult to breathe, as if I was wrapped in a python.

She was cold—not that she was cold, but that she was so wet from the rain that I could only feel cold.

I couldn't see her eyes, but I could identify her just by her facial features.

"...Miss Wang?"

Responding to Wang was indeed a drop that fell on her face.

Is it rain?

wrong……

This drop is warm, not cold, completely different from rain.

—then it could only be tears, and tears of sorrow at that.

This confuses me a bit.As far as I can remember, she never shed a tear.I really can't connect "Morgan" and "Tears", so that I feel like I am in a dream.

... By the way, dreamy feeling?

I turned my head laboriously and looked the other way.

Am I really dreaming?

"Let me explain."

A voice like a wind chime rang in Wang's ears.

I recognized it, it was Merlin's voice, her voice was always as sweet as a lark's.

The voice came from the other side, and it seemed that Morgan was deliberately avoiding Merlin, or not wanting me to see her.

I can understand that, considering the two of them have always had a bad relationship.

"According to the prophecy, King Arthur and the rebel Mordred both fell in Camlann. Then, King Arthur will be taken to Avalon, a paradise by three ladies in the lake. There, King Arthur's wounds will be healed and he will have eternal life. Become the 'king of the past and the future'. One day in the future, when Britain is once again in danger of being destroyed, King Arthur will leave Avalon and save his people again-this is the last step of the prophecy, which can only be fulfilled After this, the story of the king is completely over."

I blinked my eyes, a little confused, a little confused listening.

However, I'm not particularly stupid.I quickly remembered whether I did die in Camlan or by Mordred's sword. This is exactly the same as the legend of King Arthur, even the location of the fatal wound is exactly the same.

And the flowers here are so blooming, it is obviously not the Britain I remember.Then it is only possible that, as Merlin said, I have come to Avalon, achieved resurrection, and even eternal life, living here forever.

Knowing this, my mood became not so good.

Death is not something to fear.At the moment of death, what I felt was no longer the pain in my head, but a sense of complete peace and peace of mind, as if I could finally lie on a soft bed after staying awake for 36 hours, almost instantly He lost consciousness and fell into an eternal sleep.

As a result, after only two or three hours of sleep, I was yelled up by the people around me, saying that my work had not been finished, and the project was still short of the last step to be handed over—it would be impossible for anyone to be in a good mood. ?

So many people have been hurt, so many people have died because of me, and in the end, I still can't throw away the superficial shell of "Artoria"... I really don't want to face the reality of today.