Artoria the Big Liar

Only then did I notice that in the body under the armor and dress, there were countless scars—burns, slashes, cuts, whips, and all kinds of scars covering the skin, almost impossible to find. Even a square centimeter of intact skin.Even in my dream, I still dare not imagine what kind of cruelty my real "father", the humble king Vortigern who was distorted into that appearance, went through before he was determined to turn the whole of Britain into a cruel hell .

Then, I looked down at Morgan.She sat by the bed and stared at me in disbelief, as if she was looking at a demon that brought disaster, or an evil god that brought infinite power.Resistment, awe, and worship are fused into one.

"Then, Queen Morgan, as I recall, the guards are goblins in half-wolf form, and you yourself have no trace of a human being, and even I have been affected and my ears have become like this. Can you tell your current 'husband' ’, the real ‘King’ of Britain, which step did you go wrong that turned your country into a ‘Strange Belt’ made up of goblins?”

Chapter 32: I am the king of you alone

◆Artoria◆

If I remember correctly, the memory of my previous life stayed on December 2020, 12.

At that time, the mobile game that recorded a lot of information about this world had not yet opened a new chapter of 2.6.

Although there are many speculations on the Internet, they are all vague and unreliable, and they are all just the imagination of the originator of the rumors.

But now, after listening to Morgan's introduction here, I realize how outrageous this key anecdote is.

Just because the goblins had no supervisors and were lazy, the holy sword could not be forged in time. The star soldiers destroyed civilization and completely sunk the land. The only thing left on the surface of the earth is the ocean. In the form, Sister Wang told me that she was the supervisor of the holy sword at that time, obviously out of [)

When the goblins reacted, the world has become like this.So he piled up an island with the corpses of himself and the fairies that followed.This island is now the Isle of Great Britain.Although human beings exist, they can only be created by magic, which is close to cloning.Britain has become a country of goblins, and is naturally rejected by human reason, becoming a lore belt that will be destroyed sooner or later.

"...So, when the time comes, disaster will come to Britain and destroy Britain. The surviving fairies will restore their homes and re-establish the country——Artoria, I want to build a country where a fairy can be here Keep smiling, happy living country. Can you really help me?"

I frowned slightly, looking at Morgan with unfriendly eyes.

Clearly, Morgan has a lot left unsaid.For example, her identity, such as the original prototype of the remaining human beings.

But that doesn't really matter.From the last paragraph alone, I can feel that Morgan is not suitable to be a king.

How naive is it for a person to say, "I want to build a country"?

And it's a country of goblins—how could that be?What is she thinking, doesn't she know the nature of goblins?

"No."

After thinking for about three seconds, I gave an answer.

The light blue pupils were full of disappointment.Morgan lowered his head and raised his left hand, intending to perform the spell.

This is the spell of expulsion.I am the king summoned from Uther's corpse, from a different world.As the caster, as long as the operation is completed, she can expel me from this world, wake up from my dream, and return to the reality I live in.

It seems that she really doesn't know how to be a king, and she lacks the most basic understanding of politics.

"Morgan, it seems that you don't understand what a 'country' is at all. The country you want to build and the country you rule now are completely different things."

I continued to stare down, but Morgan interrupted her expulsion spell.

"If you open a map, the discovered areas are all known countries. But at the edge of the map, those unknown areas, what is painted on the map? It is Leviathan (sea monster). In the heart of the map maker , Leviathan (sea monster) is unknown. But in the eyes of readers of the map, one thing is certain—the country is Leviathan (sea monster).”

"The country is... Leviathan?" Morgan looked puzzled, apparently she had never heard of this concept.

"Abstract concept composed of citizens, army, bureaucrats, rulers, and other classes. Credibility is created by violence, governance is maintained by credit, and self-existence is maintained by law - Leviathan is an individual composed of all human beings, So everyone is forced to join different groups because of their own interests and aspirations. These groups fight with each other, just like the countless heads of Hydera, just for their own better life, but barely let the huge body move forward. "

"This is very different from the concept of a country I know..." Morgan's voice was very small, and he seemed very unconfident.

"Abandoning all the glamorous veneers, this is the essence of the country... Back to the point. There are those who have vested interests and those who have lost interests. Where there are oppressors, there are oppressed. A culture or values ​​serve as a link to make its spiritual vectors tend to be unified. Therefore, even a Leviathan as huge as a country can move—Morgan, you should have discovered it? The so-called country, and The nature of goblins is contrary. Goblins cannot and should not establish states."

Morgan was trying to digest what I had said.Her essence is a goblin, she has never received the education of the king, and she has never understood the political theory and [{$

It's just that this country exists, and it needs to be maintained by her as the queen.

She will never give up on something even more distorted than my Britain.

So she raised her head and looked at me knowingly.

"The goblins are free. They are born of nature, like a mirror, which rewards good intentions with equal kindness and bad intentions with equal malice. And there must be oppression in the country, such as taxes and laws. For goblins It is a great malice. And the goblins with vested interests take their good intentions for granted and refuse to perform their duties. As a result, all parties cannot maintain a compromise, and a brutal battle breaks out, tearing the entire country to pieces—Artoria, what do you mean? ?”

"Not all. The concept of a country is much more complicated than you think. The reason why I said that it is impossible for goblins to establish a country is not referring to the relationship between goblins, but a conclusion drawn from the nature of goblins." After a pause, I gave Morgan time to digest the knowledge before continuing: "Morgan, since you can observe the history of pan-humanity, then do you know why humans can establish countries?"

Morgan opened his mouth, wanting to answer, but couldn't.

I didn't embarrass her either, and quickly gave a reference answer.

"Because humans are afraid of death."

"……fear death?"

"Yes. Because I was afraid of death, I resisted. Because I was afraid of death, I inherited it. Therefore, individual small families developed into tribes, tribes evolved into city-states, and city-states expanded into countries—so, countries can be established if they say they want to be established. Morgan, you are too naive, lacking knowledge about kingship and politics, the degree of lack is no different from that of the desert."

Morgan remained silent, neither contradicting nor affirming my assessment.

That being the case, I had no choice but to continue teaching her the basics.

"Humans acquire and inherit knowledge from their ancestors, and use this to define their respective positions, forming an unshakable order, enabling families, tribes, city-states, and even countries to function as a whole. What about fairies? Fairies soon die They will be resurrected, and they lack sufficient perceptual knowledge of their own existence. What a goblin originally looked like will be what it will look like after being resurrected ten times. Even death can’t change them, and education, inheritance, and national shaping are even more impossible.”

I have spoken plainly enough that I believe the elf named "Morgan" in front of me can understand.

After a long time, she was still thinking.I could clearly feel the shake in her eyes.

"You don't need to guess, you know that the country you built is nothing more than a clumsy drama created by imitating human beings. The goblins lack the recognition as a citizen, the bureaucrats are as unwilling to perform their duties as before, and the ruling class is even more absurd—yes, Morgan, trying to rule this goblin country as a queen, you are really ridiculous. Even the Britons in pan-human history, with a small part of goblin blood flowing in their bodies, are not so absurd."

"But...but..."

"So I won't help you, Morgan. The Britannia you rule is not a country at all, but entities forcibly twisted together by your violence. Goblins are mirrors reflecting each other's images, bearing their sins If you take on the violence you will vent the violence - you will die, Morgan, continue to rule this so-called 'country', sooner or later you will die. The goblins will form an alliance against you and storm your palace , return all the violence you inflicted on you. It doesn’t matter whether there is a disaster or not, and it doesn’t matter whether they will be extinct in the disaster. The important thing is to return all the things you have endured.”

Morgan lowered his eyes, his light blue pupils trembled slightly, and his lips, which were painted with lip gloss, were tightly pressed together.

I think she heard the hidden meaning in my words-the country is what Morgan thinks exists, and the queen is the title Morgan self-proclaims.This country only exists in her imagination, and she lacks the qualities and knowledge to be a king.

As long as Morgan still thinks that this is the country, it is impossible for the goblins to keep smiling here, let alone feel happy.

Her dream, not even a dream, is just an illusion of self-deception, full of childishness from beginning to end.

However, I was in a dream, just looking down at her from above the bed, and sighed in my heart.

I still remember that in Paradise, Sister Wang once said that she would rather the world become the tapestry and she become the king of the tapestry than to let me continue to give and give.Looking at it now, this Lost Belt is not much different from the Lost Belt mentioned by Sister Wang, but the Morgan in front of me is quite different from my Sister Wang, and their most primitive motives are completely different.

I don't want to see her devastated, I want to help her, even if I become her king alone—this idea formed in my mind.As a result, my vision became softer, and my evaluation of the goblin Morgan was no longer so low—at least, she really wanted to protect these goblins instead of treating them as consumables, didn't she?

"—Then, as long as the fairy is no longer a fairy, it will be fine."

Hearing what I said, Morgan immediately raised his head, his light blue eyes were full of disbelief.

After pausing for a while, I sorted out my thoughts, and I gave my solution.

"Transform the goblins into a new race - a long lifespan, but will usher in death. Can be reborn, but each rebirth is a new beginning. It doesn't matter if you don't have a family relationship, as long as you can maintain the inheritance at the tribal level, you can give birth to yourself A unique civilization. Once there is a civilization, you don’t need to imitate human beings, you can produce your own history, myths, traditions, and ideas. In the end, even if the world has been judged as a Heterobelt, as long as you break through the shackles of the planet, you can create your own in the universe. Survive in an environment that is difficult to live in, and continue to exist in the form of civilization.”

"That's right, that's right... There is a fantasy race popular among humans. It's called 'Elf'. Morgan, you just need to use some means to 'promote' the elves to become 'Elfs', all of your All problems can be easily solved. As for how to promote and how the new race will survive, this is something you, the queen, have to consider, Morgan."

I myself feel that this statement is nonsense and has little feasibility.

Although I was still called Arturia, the armor and the scars under the skin proved that I was Vortigern in the dream after all.

Since it is a dream, the dream is illogical.Saying these words in the image of Vortigerm, I don't think there is any violation, but I think it is very reasonable, and I don't consider Morgan's situation at all.

"So, after all, is it like you did in the history of pan-humanity, trying to replace the natives with aliens?" Morgan asked.

"It is to transform the local people into a form suitable for living in the times." There was a little helplessness in my voice. "The mystery has faded. The Britons are like dried fish in the lake. No matter how hard they linger on, they will not be able to jump for a few days. Then let the blood of a foreign race replace Briton's blood and become the master of the island. Whether it is from Considering efficiency or feasibility, this is the best choice. As for how many people will die during this process, and whether a new king will stab me to death, I have never thought about this issue-I insist on being the king way, that’s all.”

"Are you Artoria, that King Arthur, or the humble king Vortigern?" Morgan asked again.

"Here, I am Vortigern, the so-called 'Humble King'." My eyes turned cold, and so did my heart, "Morgan, I am the soul you summoned from Uther's corpse. Votiger Geng is the identity you gave me, and I play this identity. It doesn’t matter who I am, what matters is what I say, and your determination——Morgan, unlike Pan-Human History, I have Sister Wang by my side, and I have Merlin, Mordred, and my lover who was led to me by fate. Everything here is like a dream, I don’t value this place, and I can wake up at any time.”

"...Miss Wang?" Morgan was very concerned about this word.

"The exclusive title of my beloved Morgan." I replied. "She loves me, and I love her. Even if there is a gap between us, it has been completely eliminated with our respective efforts. She is a woman who is a hundred times stronger than Morgan in human history, and you are just a spiritual base based on pan-human history Imitation goblin—she's different from you."

When I said this in my dream, I realized where the feeling of "wanting to be her king alone" came from.

To me in the dream, she was both Morgan and Jeanne.She called me, and I answered the call and became her "husband."Then, with Vortigern's disposition and Morgan's disposition, it is inevitable for us to fall in love in this vain dream—of course, if we are vetoed by Sister Wang, Mei Lin and Jeanne after waking up, I will not Will keep dreaming.

"Is that so..." Morgan was the same as Sister Wang. When she was silent, I couldn't figure out what she was thinking.

"Since you know they are different, at least in front of me, don't call yourself Morgan anymore." I thought for a while, and changed to a more acceptable way: "I can see that you are a created goblin , with a certain mission on her body. It looks like Morgan, but after knowing the history of Pan-Humanity, Morgan hopes to gain power from her spiritual foundation and memory, and become a queen who can protect a country—even if this idea is different from the child's You are childish like a daydream, but you are worthy of recognition for your efforts to maintain it until now. So... at least in front of me, can you use your original name?"

"Tona Riko." The Fairy Queen in front of her replied without thinking, "My name is Tona Riko."

"It's a nice name. This is the one that suits you." As I said that, the darkly transformed hand dragged me, causing me, who was too petite, to lean down, stretched out my fingers, and lifted Tona Riko's chin to observe her carefully. eyes. "...Then, Tona Riko, now I can tell you my 'true name' - 'Mithra', King of Eternity, King of Perfection, Lord of all mankind, this is me, whom you from far away The existence summoned by the other side."

"Lord of all mankind...?" Tonali, who was confused, could taste the taste of this title.

"My identity is endowed by the world and the restraining power. I will eventually rule over mankind one day in the future, and face a catastrophe that no living being can imagine." Speaking of this, I don't know if I am self-deprecating or ironic, I do An inappropriate metaphor: "Compared to the tsunami that determines the life and death of the entire universe, the disaster facing your Britain is nothing but the ripples caused by the stones thrown into the lake."

"Then..." Tona Riko's momentum weakened a bit.

"I will be your 'husband', Tona Riko." I smiled sarcastically, and countless hands turned into darkness put me down, allowing me to spread out my overly slender arms, and then slowly hugged her waist Limbs——Sure enough, both the breath and the feeling in the heart are completely consistent with the reality of Sister Wang.The only difference is just me in the dream. "Very good, very good, that's exactly what it looks like... Tona Riko, my queen, my wife, your wish will be granted."

"my husband'?"

"Yes, I am your 'husband'."

In my dream, I wantonly overflowed with malice, darkness and curses, and soon the entire palace was filled with black mist.

However, I am not the real Vortigern after all.The black mist darkened everything, but only into cloudy sky, not night.

Facing the spread of the black mist, Morgan did nothing but just accepted my declaration of sovereignty.

"... Tona Riko, I want to 'wake up'. Next time we meet, I will tell you, as the supreme ruler, how to manipulate interest groups, how to control power, how to use propaganda to interfere with other people's actions against you understanding, how to design laws, and how to guide customs and trends—as a king, you still have a lot to learn.”

"You...don't want to be king?" Tona Riko asked.

"I have become the king." Smiling, I raised my head and stared at the light blue eyes under the veil. "There's absolutely nothing wrong—I'm your king alone."

◆Artoria◆

It is true that people cannot control their dreams, but their behavior in dreams must be in line with their own hearts.

If a lifelong virtuous policeman dreams that he has become a murderer, he will either wake up as a nightmare, or he has suffered a great injustice, so that there is a backlog of resentment in his heart.

Even if the partner is Morgan, who is exactly the same as Sister Wang, it is an indisputable fact that I believe that the other party is my "wife".That is to say, I am a rather dissolute person in essence, I regard family responsibilities as nothing, and the possibility of cheating is extremely high.

What is done is done, no matter how you explain it, it is just a clumsy sophistry.

I didn't quibble, but completely confessed in front of the three of them, expressing clearly my mood and feelings when I said every sentence in the dream.

Then, in front of the three of them, I lowered my head apprehensively, waiting for the trial of the three of them.

I know that they will forgive me, but this is not a reason for me to be confident.

"Arturia, why are you so nervous about this matter?" Jeanna smiled and looked at me with her head raised.The nervousness made me lose my judgment, and I couldn't understand her attitude in a short time, so that Jeanne added: "You are Mithra, and you have the temperament to attract girls, let alone looking for another girl in a dream." It's a Morgan, even if I find a group of people, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Jeanne, I'm not like that..." I had to defend myself.

"I know you are not such a person. It is so difficult for you to accept your sister Wang and your palace minister. How could you be so casual? I have not forgotten about Illya, but you were on the spot Rejected her!" Jeanna commented on me, "So, that feeling is very special. Since it is a dream, and the image is completely Vortigerm, your emotions and logic should also be consistent with Vortigerm. So , Artoria, your feeling is not wrong, you are just playing a role in a dream. An actor who staged a romantic drama with a famous star in a movie, can it affect the relationship in reality? Others may, But you certainly won't."

"So, the key point is not how you feel about Arturia, but who the other party is." Mei Lin smiled all the time, as if she had infinite tolerance in her heart. "The handling of matters in the Lingzi fixed belt is very similar to that of modern computers. The phenomenon of the lore belt has been transferred to an area similar to a recycle bin, and there is a risk of being emptied at any time, usually once every 200 years. But that lore belt actually It can be maintained for thousands of years, obviously there is something special about it?"

"If I remember correctly, there should be a Fantasy Tree of the Alien God there." I said, "I don't know the details, but because of the existence of the Fantasy Tree, it can avoid the elimination of the Alien Belt. That Morgan absorbed the Fantasy Tree With the strength of my own self as a wedge, it becomes the pillar that maintains the existence of the Dissonance Belt. It is not the same as my situation, but the feelings should be similar."

"Fantasy Tree? Alien Star God? Father, what is that?" Mordred asked curiously.

As a last resort, I spent a lot of effort to tell the story of the tour called "Grand Designation".

From the beginning to the end, focus on the points of disagreement, as well as the concepts of some nouns.

The four of them are all smart people, and they can deduce the overview of the incident without me telling the story.

But even so, I still talked for more than half an hour, my mouth was dry, and my inner tension remained undiminished——

——Sister Wang never spoke, she never looked at me, her light blue pupils were abnormally indifferent.

"So that's it, I understand." Her smile and words finally calmed down my uneasy heart. "Search the status of the Heroic Seat, and then search the recent actions of Morgan, capture the location of the Lost Belt through the whereabouts of its spirit base, and finally confirm the existence of that fairy——Artoria, I really didn't expect that your dream actually It will be so far away."

"It's because of the distance that Artoria can wake up from her dream, right?" Mei Lin explained with a smile, "It's like talking on a mobile phone. The farther away from the base station, the weaker the signal, and the speech will be intermittent. It's also because of this The reason is that Artoria can only reach there with consciousness, and it is in the form of a dream. Obviously, she abuses magic without any scruples in the dream, but the body in reality is not affected at all."

"That's right." After a pause, Sister Wang looked at me solemnly, making me feel the pressure of Mount Tai. "Artoria, I won't blame you, because no matter from what point of view, she is indeed me in another world—the star soldiers destroyed the civilization on the surface, and the goddess named Morrigan died. In the midst of the disaster. But the remaining information changed along with the kingdom of the dead, and was transformed into a paradise by the fairies who fled here. These information gathered to form a new fairy, which is the Tona Riko you saw Morgan, the servant of pan-human history, passed on his own memory and information to Tona Riko to complete its existence, and thus the Queen of Britain, Fairy Morgan, was born.”

"Then..." I made a sound, and the card owner was stuck.

Will Sister Wang blame me for cheating? In this case, I can tell Rangna, but I can't tell Sister Wang.

Sister Wang sighed, stood up from the sofa, walked to me and sat down, and then hugged me like a pillow—this kind of action has been too much recently, and I am completely used to it , without a thought of resistance, even with pleasure.

Sister Wang put her face against my hair and whispered softly in my ear: "Artoria, that is just a dream after all. You will make such a promise just because the other party resembles me, I am too happy Well, how could I blame you? Besides, after the dream was over, wouldn't you tell the truth as soon as possible? If it were you, would you blame me like this? "

"Absolutely not." I replied firmly.

"So I won't either." Sister Wang wrapped me up completely, letting me immerse myself in this tenderness like water. "Since she needs your help, then help her. However, you must always remember that your identity in the dream is Vortigern, not Arturia, and not Mithra. Identity and reality are connected, otherwise there will be some risks——Arturia, you told me the concept of risk, you must understand what it means better than me, right?"