Chapter 370 The Living King Arthur and Avalon
Chapter 371 The Living King Arthur and Avalon
Reality is not a game.
In the game, as long as the character is included in the team, even without him appearing, the bond points will continue to rise, but reality is different.
Without dialogue, communication, and heart-to-heart communication...how can you expect to increase mutual understanding?
Even if he looked up at that glory, what the knight named 'Mordred' saw was nothing more than the knight king who was so glorious that there was no trace of humanity.
Does Xiao Mo know that Altria has a strong personality? Does she know that she dreams of little lions? Does she know that although she has the protection of the lake spirit, she is not very good at swimming?
When the ideal knight king deviates from reality, which one should she overthrow and which one should she believe?
"I think I understand what you mean, Lord Shuoyue." Altria glanced at Shuoyue, without too much emotion, but with a faint tone of desolation.
"It's just that I didn't have that kind of time when I was alive."
Warfare, handling government affairs, solving disasters, raising troops again... The so-called life of King Arthur is nothing more than these factors, and there is no room for any leisure.
"I understand." As the king's chef, Shuoyue naturally knew this, but this is not what he wanted to say.
"I mean, what about now? A thousand years later, when I was summoned by Chaldea to meet Mordred?"
Shuoyue turned his head, and his golden eyes looked at the "girl" quietly.
"Even if you know her existence, you still keep your distance and don't meet her. King, is this your choice?"
This is the doubt of the Knights of the Round Table to the king. Even if she is not punished, Altria cannot ignore this question. However, her answer is still weak.
"I...can't answer."
Looking at the helpless Altria, Shuoyue once again felt how complicated the relationship between her and Mordred was. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Is it because of what Mordred said? The words that he hated the Knight King the most? If so, I think I can explain it..."
"No, it's not because of this reason, Lord Altria." Altria sighed slightly, "I admit that I was sad at the time, but after calming down, I also understood what Lord Mordred meant."
"Oh?" The slightly rising ending tone showed that Shuoyue didn't trust Altria. She looked at him with some reproach, her pretty face flushed, but she still stammered:
"The Knight King she was talking about was the me who sat on the throne without any emotions...not the 'real' me, right? In other words, Lord Mordred was speaking in a sarcastic way. What she wanted to say was actually Yes, I like it, I like it..."
"You like King Arthur, you like Altria, right?" Shuoyue laughed, "No wonder you ran into the kitchen to steal food at noon, it seems that my king still has some merits..."
"What do you mean, Lord Shuoyue!" Feeling some subtle regret, Altria puffed up her cheeks, and with the rare height advantage, she pressed Shuoyue's head with one hand, "Ah, after all, I am King Arthur, you dare to drive me out of the kitchen, isn't it too much to be a subordinate?"
"Ha, there are only chefs and apprentices in the kitchen, even the Knight King is useless except for being hungry!"
"What?! Lord Shuoyue, Shuoyue! Did you accidentally say something hurtful? "
"Ahaha, I'm still a child... Don't hit me in the face!"
The birds in the woods flew away, the stream rippled, and fell on the golden sunlight, with a dreamy sparkling.
After the commotion, Shuoyue, whose hair was as messy as a chicken coop, sat on the stone, staring at the satisfied Daimao with resentment, and continued the topic with a dark face:
"Since you understand Mordred's true intention, why don't you communicate with her properly? Is it because she destroyed the round table?"
"Not really, Lord Shuoyue." Hearing this, Artoria shook her head and said frankly, "You also know that I am a Servant, a record of the Throne of Heroes, right?"
"Of course, what's wrong?"
"But do you remember that the Knight King who once went to the battlefield in Fuyuki City with you to compete for the Holy Grail - she is the real body."
Shuoyue was startled, but found that Artoria turned her head for some reason, and her holy blue eyes stared at him steadily.
"Of course I won't forget, but suddenly talking about this, could it be that..."
"Well, you are worthy of being Lord Shuoyue, it seems that you have understood it."
The slender legs sank into the water, and Artoria turned her eyes away, letting the water flow and sway her slightly.
"I don't have the final say on Mordred's affairs, because I am at best just a reflection of the king - the real conclusion can only be given after the real body meets Mordred."
Splash!
The waves that were spreading out were violently disturbed, and Zhengtai stood up on the bluestone, grabbing Altria's shoulders urgently and even roughly:
"So... Altria, are you still alive? Didn't you return the holy sword and go to the utopia to fall asleep?"
"...Are you so eager for me to die, Shuoyue..."
"Answer my question!"
Faced with Shuoyue's out-of-control questioning, Altria was surprised, but still answered honestly.
"Yes, at least before I came, the memory of the real body stayed in Avalon, staying with the magician Merlin. Ah, Merlin is..."
"He's just an old liar." Interrupting Artoria's introduction, Shuo Yue rolled his eyes angrily, and his mood had returned to stability, "Let me figure it out...that is to say, after you let go of your obsession, Instead of choosing to end this life, he called Merlin to take him to Avalon? "
What kind of strange development is this? Although in the perfect ending of FSN, Shirou did go to the Inner Sea of Stars with the help of Merlin and met Artoria in Avalon, but that ending had no cause and effect, and there were only two sentences in the whole story. It can be said that it is an ending set up by the makers simply to give back to the players...it has no reference meaning at all.
What's more, there was no Shirou in the Fourth War, and Sakutsu didn't even think that he could achieve the protagonist's halo like Shirou. In a few days, he made the legendary King Arthur fall in love at first sight. As the number one poster girl, Da Mao didn't look like a certain Rose Emperor. Just as passionate and unrestrained, I like it when I say I like it...
So, what's going on?
"I know your doubts, but please don't say it, Shuo Yueqing." Before Shuo Yue asked, Arturia blocked his words in advance and shook her head seriously, "At least this matter is okay. Please keep it a secret."
"Oh... okay." Shuo Yue nodded blankly, and then heard Artoria continue.
"One more thing, Shuo Yueqing...can you change back to your original form?"
"I really can't hide anything from you."
Shuo Yue smiled bitterly, but still snapped her fingers obediently. The lake surface was filled with white-gold light, and the child's outline gradually changed, turning into a tall and straight young man. He tilted his head slightly and gazed gently at the beauty beside him.
Before Shuo Yue could say anything, his shoulders felt heavy. In the young man's astonished eyes, the blond girl in a swimsuit relaxed, turned sideways, and leaned against his shoulders gently.
"My king...?!"
"Shh...please be quiet, Shuo Yueqing."
Closing her eyes and feeling the sense of security brought by the snuggle, Arturia spoke softly, as if she was talking in her sleep.
"At least for now, please lend me your shoulders..."
So Shuo Yue shut her mouth and asked no more questions.
As the king's chef, how could he refuse Saber's request?
Quietly shielding himself from the restlessness of the shadow of imaginary numbers, the handsome young man had a peaceful face, looked into the distance with far-reaching and profound eyes, and softly hummed a soothing ditty in his mouth.
Leaning on his shoulder, the golden king raised the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.
Only occasionally, I would hear her whispering.
"It would be great if there were knights like you in Camelot who could have a heart-to-heart relationship with me..."