"So, little guy, what are your plans for the future?"

Seeing that little King Arthur looked a little lonely, I thought there was a flaw, so I tried to stretch out my fingers and poke her soft, childish face affectionately, just like I did with Aelia.

It turns out that this little thing is not as cute and cute as Elijah at all. When he poked it, my finger was pricked so hard that I rolled around on the ground in pain.

"There is no other way. Let's go back to the elves for the time being. After all, it is Su Benang's territory."

Staring at the idiot rolling around like a worm on the ground, King Arthur said angrily.

Then, she turned back and looked Arturia up and down.

"Are you Su Benang's heir?" He stretched out his small sword of victory and pointed it at Artoria unceremoniously.

"Yes, His Majesty King Arthur, it is an honor to meet you."

Arturia smiled lightly and said respectfully, "Did you see it? This is the style of a king. You, little King Arthur, are you a fake? Or is that soul seed in the tens of thousands?"

Horrible mutations have occurred over thousands of years, directly causing the personality to be completely distorted?

I was musing in the back and stared at the scene of two identical queens, one big and one small, looking at each other, and thought with some malice in my heart.

What kind of image does the original King Arthur have in my mind... Through the historical records of the elves, and the narrations of the pornographic maids, plus those few stone tablets, this druid has a brain with M-level brain supplement skills.

, a clear image was immediately sketched out.

When serious, she is even more majestic than Artoria. After all, Artoria is not mature enough now, and King Arthur's aura is even sharper, because this guy is a murderer, and his hands are stained with the blood of countless races.

However, she is a sullen person on the inside, and she has a dark side that even she herself may not know about. Occasionally, she will act cute with a very serious look, or she will make super cute moves like a video game that makes people overwhelmed.

Common sense move.

The little King Arthur in front of me has not inherited any of the above attributes. Of course, the murderer king may be a little bit similar. After all, he is a guy who can swing the sword of victory at my savior without hesitation. He is more than cruel.

Simply a tyrant.

Another point is to act cute... Okay, I admit that the way she looks now is a cute word in itself, especially the tone of jiāojiāonènnèn, and the end sound is always added with a cute "da~" word as a decoration, and ka

Jie'er's "ji~~" has the same meaning but the same purpose. To put it bluntly, it's like it has some of the cuteness of Elijah and Kajier at the same time.

But let me state again, cuteness cannot be eaten. This guy's character is not generally bad. If he were put back hundreds of thousands of years, he would definitely be a murderous female tyrant, and she would not be able to recognize her sagacity at all.

So, could it be that the transformation of the soul seeds leaves only the worst part of the character?

"The woo-woo disciple!"

With a shout, I once again covered my forehead with blood spurting from the small hole and rolled on the ground.

"Why?!"

"He must be speaking ill of Ben Ang behind his back."

This little guy cocked his chest very proudly, and the little golden hair on his forehead kept beeping and shaking like an antenna receiving radio signals.

So that’s it, Dumao still has such a cruel effect!

I was shocked.

Coach, I want to be stupid too!

Also, please give me the best black hair!

Looking back, King Arthur continued to look at his heir, their eyes met several times. After a while, she nodded with satisfaction and said proudly.

"Very good, with excellent qualifications. He deserves to be the successor of Su Benang."

"Don't talk about Artoria's excellence as if it's all your fault." My forehead was still bleeding, and I couldn't bear the unbridled complaints. I was busy rolling on the ground without forgetting to penetrate him.

One sentence.

“Hey, I’ll just roll on the ground like a fool~~”

Jiyu's comments clearly angered the little guy. I saw the white light of the Victory Sword flash. In that moment, I jumped up from the ground quickly, bent down and bowed my knees, held the silver cross tightly in my hand, and looked at it.

Sharp and deep, it creates a tense atmosphere like a confrontation between two peerless masters.

“Pfft~~~”

During the confrontation, one of the parties received another pinhole-like wound on his forehead, spurting out a thin stream of blood, which only added a sense of comedy to the tense atmosphere.

"Are you stupid? You thought Ben Ang's sword was so easy to hide~~"

The little King Arthur, who had already decided the winner before the confrontation, performed a beautiful sword dance and put the sword of victory around his waist.

Ma...Masaka, had obviously dodged her sword...when exactly?

I stared at the blood streaks flowing down my forehead in disbelief. My eyes widened, but no matter how I recalled it in my mind, I couldn't figure out when the sword on my forehead was hit.

He is worthy of being the legendary King Arthur, the strongest man in the Dark Continent in the past. With this sword skill, this bear-eye! Masaka! Bagana is really inferior to him.

Like a minion that was majestically killed by the protagonist, I collapsed and rolled on the ground again holding my forehead.

What is the structure of this sword of victory? It hurts terribly when it is stabbed.

"Hey, my heir."

Little King Arthur turned back to face Artoria. He obviously had to look up at her with all his strength, but his tone was very arrogant.

There was a pause.

"Tell Ben Ang your name."

Is it really a case of differential treatment? You talked to me so many times and never asked me my name. You sound like a fool, but now you asked me about Arturia's name in a very graceful manner.

"Unlike that idiot, Ben Ang will remember your name well~~" King Arthur struck again, leaving me wondering whether I should cover my injured forehead or my chest that was hit by continuous arrows.

"Artoria, my name is Artoria."

Even in front of King Arthur, Arturia did not lose her composure. Her calmness and confidence in facing the former king and the target she wanted to pursue were so beautiful and dazzling that I stood aside and stared blankly.

"Artoria? It's a good name. Ben Ang, remember it. I'll call you Artoria from now on~" The little King Arthur nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"What about you? Maiden, I feel the aura of the Knight of the Rising Sun from you. Could you be her heir?"

Little King Arthur suddenly turned his eyes to Jeluka, who had been silent and stood respectfully aside, and asked.

"Jeluka, the successor of the Knight of the Rising Sun, has met His Majesty King Arthur."

Facing King Arthur's sharp gaze, Jeluka was not as calm and calm as Artoria. After shaking her head, she quickly calmed down and performed the most solemn knight's ceremony.

"Really? So that's it, Lance's... da~"

His eyes were fixed on Jeluka, but those pupils showed a vague and ethereal look, as if he had traveled through hundreds of thousands of years, and in a trance, he once again saw the first-generation Knight of the Rising Sun, Lance.

shadow.

Although it was only for a moment, the aura flowing out of this little King Arthur was so nostalgic and sad.

"Lance's heir... Jeluka, okay, Ben Ang has remembered it." The little King Arthur, who quickly returned to normal and seemed to have no emotions at all, looked at Jeluka and nodded.

.

"I barely passed the test, don't lose Lance's face, work hard."

"Yes, His Majesty King Arthur." Jeluka bent down deeply.

In fact, everyone knows that even me, who wants to defend this idiot maid, can't say anything good for her. Compared with the former Knight of the Rising Sun, Lance, Jeluka is very different in terms of strength and character.

It's so far away that it can't be compared to the same day.

It can be said that the power of Knight Lance was passed down to Jeluka, and it did feel like a hidden gem.

I was afraid that this unforgiving little thing would say something very outrageous to Jeluka, so I was ready to pounce on her and block her mouth, even if I was stabbed countless times on her body by the toothpick-sized sword of victory.

Kong also spared no expense.

Unexpectedly, after looking at it, little King Arthur actually said such words.

It seems that I have to take a new look at this little thing. She is not the kind of person who is domineering and has no regard for the atmosphere and other people's feelings. On the contrary, she is quite humane, or in some respects, she is actually a kind-hearted and considerate king.

He just treated me with no human touch at all. Really, where did he provoke her? Why was it always me who got hurt?

Forget it, whether it's to take care of Jeluka's feelings or to give Knight Lance a huge face, in short, this little King Arthur didn't say anything too frank to Jeluka, so I should thank her.

Actually, my family's pornographic girls are not that bad.

Perhaps in terms of strength, character and qualifications, she is indeed inferior to the Lance Knight, but she also has something that for me, Artoria, and Grandma Arlandan, the Lance Knight will never be able to possess.

Her advantages are just like Lance's position in King Arthur's heart.

"His Majesty King Arthur, His Majesty King Arthur, and I, and I haven't introduced myself." With a hint of emotion, I moved closer, intending to try to ease the tense relationship with the little one.

"You are an idiot, you are an idiot, you are a huge idiot!"

As a result, he was pointed out and said this without hesitation.

I:"……"

Well, it seems that this and the little thing can never be reconciled.

"Your Majesty, any prince of the elves is my husband."

Seeing that little King Arthur and I were staring at each other, and the smell of gunpowder became strong again, Arturia smiled and intervened to smooth things over.

"Dear...your highness the prince...da?"
To be continued...