A moment later, inside the tent, looking at Arturia lying on the bed, soaked in sweat and moaning intermittently in pain, Jeluka and I were in a dilemma.

What is going on in this situation? Why did he suddenly collapse after being fine?

My eyes fell on Jeluka who was staying next to Artoria just now, and I tried to ask, but she shook her head, and she seemed to have no clue at all.

"Could it be that the King Arthur suit is causing trouble again?"

After thinking about it, the only King Arthur suit that can make Artoria do this is the one that has been very joyful recently, but makes me feel pain and happiness at the same time.

And the only reminder, that dull golden hair that is constantly shining, makes people scratch their heads, and there is an urge to complain in their hearts, even if there are a hundred coffee tables in front of them, they will all be overturned in an instant for you to see.

Fortunately, I am intertwined with Artoria's soul, which allows me to sense her condition to a certain extent. Although I don't know what kind of pain she is suffering now, intuitively, she has an inexplicable strong confidence.

Nothing will happen.

It’s just that the anxiety caused by not knowing what happened, what was going to happen, and how long Arturia would have to endure this pain was always lingering in my heart, preventing me from completely calming down.

"Fan..."

Suddenly, Artoria faintly exhaled my name from her trembling cherry blossoms.

"Here, Artoria, I'm here."

Holding Artoria's little hand tightly, my heart tightened, and my other hand reached up and gently wiped her forehead wet with cold sweat.

After waiting for a while, there was no response. After a closer look, I realized that she was still in a coma, probably mumbling something in her sleep.

What are you dreaming about?

Could it be that he was calling me in my dream? Thinking of this, I felt a strong sense of distress, and wanted to hold Artoria tightly in my arms immediately. Maybe this could share some of her pain, but the hand I stretched out

Halfway there, he went back again.

Now that Artoria's condition is unknown, it is better to let her lie on the bed obediently to avoid any accidents.

The most suspicious thing is undoubtedly this golden hair. Artoria's current changes must be directly related to it.

I stared at the stupid golden hair on my forehead. I used to think this guy was cute, but now that it has caused Artoria to become like this, I think it is extremely hateful. I even considered waiting for Artoria to recover, and immediately

I suggest that she comb this restless and cocky hair.

Damn it all to hell with Dumao's true form, I only want Artoria!

Artoria's pain is still continuing, but Jeluka and I are helpless. The only thing that can help her is to hold her little hand as tightly as possible, pass on warmth and support, and use a warm handkerchief from time to time.

Her skin, as white as snow and as smooth as a baby, was carefully wiped all over her body.

Otherwise, I am afraid that the quilt will be wet with her sweat in less than a moment.

Fortunately, Artoria has an extremely strong physique. If she were an ordinary person, she would be in danger of dehydration just by sweating like this.

After being so busy taking care of her, from the time Artoria fainted, and at night, as the clock hands pointed towards midnight one after another, Artoria's condition still hadn't improved at all.

On the contrary, the glowing golden hair became even more noisy. It seemed to be warming up to Artoria's pain, and its light became more and more dazzling. In the dim tent at night, it was like a lantern fish in the deep sea.

Generally dazzling.

As a result, I gritted my teeth and thought of finding something to simply cut off this stupid hair.

Fortunately, my reason prevented me from doing this. Although there was no basis for it, I always felt that something important was going to happen to Artoria.

This went on all night until the next morning.

Artoria's condition has not improved yet, and the pain has been tormenting her for more than ten hours.

With her strong will, if she wasn't in great pain, even in coma, she would never let out such painful screams. Knowing this made me even more worried.

But all we can do is to do something as simple as wiping her sweat. The feeling of powerlessness comes deeply into our hearts, and we can only keep praying, praying that this damn golden hair and the damn King Arthur suit can...

Please settle down as soon as possible and don't bother Artoria anymore.

Please, although such a sick and weak Arturia has such a huge contrast in the strong beauty impact, which makes people feel extremely pitiful, but if possible, I would rather never see her again. I hope she will always be the one who shows confidence to me.

Her Majesty the Queen is always full of energy and majesty with her bright smile.

"Fan..."

Perhaps my prayers had an effect, because Arturia let out a weak cry again.

"I'm here, I'm here."

During the more than ten hours of coma, Artoria would always call my name in her dreams from time to time. Although I knew that she was talking in her sleep and did not wake up, I would still respond every time, feeling in my heart

I believe that my response will definitely bring some warmth to Artoria who endured the pain in her dream.

But this time it seems different.

After I responded habitually, I suddenly found that Artoria's tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly.

Could it be?

With a move in my heart, I held her hand all night, tightened it again, gently moved it closer, and whispered in her ear.

"Artoria, can you hear me?"

The eyelashes trembled again, and after several times, they finally slowly opened a gap, revealing a weak gaze, spinning around in the air, and finally landed on my side.

"Fan..."

This time, it was a cry that truly came to fruition.

"I'm here, Artoria, I'm here." I was excited and incoherent, nodding my head.

Opening her mouth, Arturia wanted to say something, but suddenly she seemed to be choked. She hesitated for a moment before softly speaking a word.

"water……"

"Oh...oh, okay, water, come now, come right away."

I hurriedly tried to stand up, but Jeluka signaled me with my eyes. Then the little maid gasped and quickly poured a glass of warm water and brought it to me.

"The water is here, come on, drink slowly."

Carefully, he lifted Arturia halfway up and put the cup next to her chest.

"Woo~~"

Chun kept tapping the water in the cup, and after a while, Artoria let out a feeble cry, with a trace of pity and helplessness in her weak eyes, and looked at me helplessly.

You don't even have the strength to open your mouth to drink water, right?

My heart grew pity, and after hesitating for a few seconds, I put the cup to my mouth, took a small sip, then leaned forward, gently grabbed Artoria's scent, and crossed the water.

"Woo~~"

A trace of red cloud appeared on her pale and pretty face that was constantly sweating. Her beautiful eyes were gently squinted, unable to hide the shyness and happiness. Arturia cooperated obediently with the deft and skillful prying of her mouth. With Beiqi's tongue, the strong sense of thirst made her subconsciously suck the water from that hot tongue like a baby.

One mouthful after another, one cup after another, she fed five glasses of water. Her face became increasingly hot and red. Arturia, who could no longer stand such ambiguous water feeding, couldn't help but open her eyes and pull away slightly.

"Okay... okay, thank you, Fan..." After saying that, her pretty face couldn't help but blush again.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, how do you feel now?"

The tension and worry in my heart were so intense that I didn't even carefully feel the kiss just now, and the beauty of Artoria's blushing face at this moment. I put down the cup and quickly asked.

"Probably... still... ugh——!!"

Before she finished speaking, a strong pain seemed to hit her. It was so severe that Artoria's words turned into moans of pain, and she bit her mouth so tightly that she was about to bleed.

What kind of pain would cause someone as strong as Artoria to show such pitiable weakness?

"Artoria, you...what's wrong with you?"

I was so panicked that I quickly took out a priest's staff, and the white light of the healing technique flickered on Artoria's body.

Shake your head, shake your head.

Arturia, who was biting her lip tightly and enduring some kind of pain, couldn't even speak. She just shook her head at me, indicating that I didn't need to be careful.

It's time for this, this idiot...

I was so anxious that tears were about to fall out, but there was nothing I could do.

"Woo!!"

Another burst of severe pain hit Artoria, causing her to let out a dull cry.

The small hand that was constantly sweating was clenched in the palm of his hand. When he subconsciously held it with his backhand, pain came over him, and even his life points began to tremble.

Faced with the concerned look cast by Zeluka - Artoria's other hand was held by Zeluka on the opposite side. She naturally knew the situation on my side, and she also knew very well that my body had just reached the pseudo realm. Even if he was grabbed by Artoria with all his strength, it was not a joke.

I shook my head, how could this kind of pain compare to Artoria's pain?

Even if I die, I won't let go.

Of course, the health restoration potion is always ready.

The labor pains continued to hit Artoria again and again. Soon, her golden hair was completely wet with sweat, even though Jeluka and I kept wiping her.

Other than that, we could only watch helplessly without any solution. The priest's staff in our hand was thrown into the corner because it was useless.

Seeing Arturia's weak expression in great pain, her bitten lips, her heart felt like a knife cutting through her.

Wet...
To be continued...