In the eager and patient waiting, it has been six days since King Arthur was reincarnated.

Since the conversation that night, the little king seems to have changed a little bit. Before, she tried every means to find out what happened in the hundreds of thousands of years she was gone, and she wanted to catch Artori.

Ya or Jeluka is tied up next to you.

As for me... I, a fake Dark Person, don't know much more history than she does. After a few questions exposed this fact, this little King Arthur looked at me with a look that would undoubtedly make anyone except an idiot.

The word "illiteracy" was branded again.

Humph, you are such a superficial guy. As the saying goes, there are specializations in a field, but what I am good at is the mathematics department, you know?

I naturally don't care about King Arthur's contempt. It should be said that I am used to it. If one day she suddenly shows her admiring eyes, I will feel horrified, thinking that a conspiracy sweeping the Dark Continent will be brewing on her.

The topic changed. Since that night, her interests seemed to have changed. During the day, she practiced more with Artoria and gave advice to her successor. After all, where is the experience of King Arthur? Artoria

Ya only inherited a small part, and compared to the genuine one in front of her, it was natural for her to be pointed out.

I still can't figure out how much of King Arthur's combat skills and experience this little guy has inherited. I originally thought it was less than 10%, but now it seems that I have underestimated this number, but... I really hope that he will be stronger in his mind and heart.

In terms of character, I can leave a few percent more.

Most of the time, she is as innocent and irritable as a child, but she is also very easy to coax, but occasionally she will show unparalleled maturity and majesty, which makes me not know how to regard her as a child now.

The little brat should still be treated like an adult.

There is another one, I am very doubtful in my heart, little King Arthur...has he really figured out how to restore his former strength and appearance? Is it to become stronger through continuous exercise, or will it slowly become stronger as time goes by?

Or is it something else? After all, she cannot be treated as an ordinary adventurer.

When I raised this question, the little guy simply shook his head and said he didn't know. It was dinner time, and he almost made the bowl in my hand tremble and smash to the ground.

He doesn't know anything yet he dares to speak so brazenly, he practices so vigorously with Artoria, he eats well and sleeps well, and he doesn't seem worried at all. Is this guy a fool?

No, I was infected by the way she spoke!

All in all, this little guy is surprisingly optimistic.

But the next sentence made me look very sideways - although I don't know how to recover, but rather than doing nothing and waiting stupidly, I would rather be laughed at by others and take action.

.

The little King Arthur said this. I didn't expect that she, who had lost most of her mental personality, could say such a thing. She was really not to be underestimated.

With this thought in mind, she asked her in a very casual and nonchalant tone: "How can Ben Ang's mount laugh at me like this?"

Instinctively, I smiled heartily and gave her a thumbs up.

Nonsense, who do you think this druid is, of course he would do this.

As a result, she held the sword of victory and chased him dozens of times around the ice valley.

Practice during the day, and it’s time for history class after dinner in the evening. Because of this, it took six days, and this long history still hasn’t come to an end in Artoria’s mouth. Tonight, it’s just the beginning of the invasion of hell.

It is estimated that it will take tens of thousands of years to finish the story in one or two nights.

I don't really care, I just... really want to go home.

While I was resting, I silently followed the reflection of the ice wall mirror on the opposite side and landed on the little King Arthur above my head.

This guy... I don't know why these days, once I stop practicing and take a break to drink tea, he will come to my head, as if he has really regarded this place as her throne.

No...she is indeed serious, there is no doubt about it.

If I hadn't strongly objected, she would have wanted to sit on her throne, which is on top of my head, even during the three meals. I don't want rice grains, saliva, etc. falling from the top of my head while eating.

s things.

This little guy's eating habits were so bad that she almost buried half of her face in the bowl, the chopsticks in her hands flew up, and she made a slurping sound while the rice grains flew out from both sides of her cheeks, even though it was very big.

Said cutely.

Compared to Artoria, who is fast but still elegant and obviously has good manners, it's like heaven and earth. After eating a bowl of rice, I suspect that half of the bowl of rice was wasted by her and let her eat on her head.

, I’m afraid I have to wash my hair after every meal.

"Let me tell you... do you like my head that much?" Finally, I growled unbearably and asked.

I'll give you a spiky haircut to see if you can still sit comfortably.

"It's so annoying. I don't like it either!"

Little King Arthur waved his little fist, knocked on my head repeatedly, and then started to pull out my hair randomly. He was completely like an unreasonable little kid. People who didn't know better would have thought that she had been wronged in some way.

.

"Don't do anything you don't like! And don't touch the teacup in your hand and you'll burn me, you bastard!"

"Humph, I don't like it but I have to do it."

The little guy didn't know whether he listened to my words or felt distressed and spilled half the cup of tea. He stopped and said angrily.

"Because Nasu is Ben'ang's mount. Ben Ang also knows that with his current strength, he cannot tame Nai Da. He can only make preparations in advance to let Nai get familiar with Ben Ang's taste."

I:"……"

I just asked a question, you, a stinky guy like me, do you really think of me as a mount of inferior intelligence?

but……

My eyes rolled, and I smiled sinisterly.

"You're familiar with the smell, right? I guess I have a better way."

"What, what?"

Little King Arthur, who doesn't know the dangers of the world, easily believed my words, so I'll teach her a lesson today and let her know the dark side of the world.

I stretched out my palm and raised my head high, letting little King Arthur step on it. She came down respectfully and put it in front of her eyes. She smiled enigmatically under the curious gaze of the other person.

"Come on...close your eyes first."

"Humph, you will die if you dare to deceive me." The little guy seemed to be vaguely aware of my evil intentions. He tilted his head like this, looked at me with sleepy eyes, and then closed his eyes obediently.

This guy... is too easy to trust. I don't know when he sold her. But this kind of character really makes people love and feel sorry for her. Is this also one of her personality charms?

Looking at the cute little King Arthur in the palm of my hand, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, I snickered secretly.

Actually, she didn't mean to do anything bad, but didn't she want me to get familiar with her smell? So...

This opportunity is rare. The love for this little guy that was deeply suppressed in my heart due to the accumulated hatred was released at this moment.

Appreciating it purely from an objective perspective, little King Arthur is simply... so cute!!!

Overjoyed, I rubbed my face against the little King Arthur in my palm, ahhhh, so soft, so slippery, so cute, I really want to take this King Arthur home.

"Wow wow wow... my face, my face is coming up."

The little guy was startled. It was probably the first time he was treated like this and he was at a loss. Also, the former King Arthur, as the first king and the strongest man, who was brave enough to dare to get in touch with him?

she.

The little guy, who took a full two or three seconds to react, pulled out the Sword of Victory with an angry clang. I haven't been fooling around these past few days. When she stretched out her hand to the sword, she was sensitive to it.

In case of crisis, immediately pull out the gun and run away.

"Stand still, this simpering person rubs his big, dirty face against Ben Ang. Death penalty, death penalty."

As a result, another scene that everyone loved to see appeared in the ice valley. A delicate girl the size of a doll, waving a long sword like a toothpick, chased a man with two swung tails that looked like wheels around.

Artoria and Zeluka are already used to it.

The night is quiet, the blood moon is charming...

For Harrogas, which has snowstorms most of the time and is gloomy even when it stops, this clear and quiet night sky is probably rare to see a few times in a year.

Taking advantage of the rare moonlight, he quietly flew from the bottom of the ice valley to the cliff of Tianren, which was ten thousand meters high. He sat on the edge of the cliff, swaying his legs in boredom, and looked up at the moonlight for a long time.

I just sighed.

Probably inherited from the customs of the original world, although it is a completely different blood-colored full moon, it can still seduce homesickness in the heart at first sight. The hazy moonlight seems to reflect Vilas and the others.

A beautiful and lovely face.

He rubbed his arms, took out a small gourd the size of a palm, and took a sip. The wine-red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, making him look extraordinarily free and unrestrained.

This was obtained from the stingy old man Farah. It is said that he originally planned to use this to blackmail an old drunkard, but unfortunately it was a failure. The space inside was not large, and it was impossible to divide the space to hold different wines.

The snow-capped mountains, quiet night, full moon, and the melancholy male Zi Zi holding a drink to welcome the bright moon are truly a poetic scene.

I:"……"

Sorry, I lied, but I am self-aware of my drinking capacity, so the gourd contains the juice in the bar only for minors.

Only the homesickness in my heart, the feeling of missing Vilas and the others, is indeed so full that it is almost overflowing.

Just when I was savoring this loneliness and longing alone, a slight sound of breaking the air suddenly came from the bottom of the cliff?

Oh, who is coming?

Artoria? Zeluka?

Unfortunately, I guessed both wrong, and it turned out to be the little King Arthur that I least wanted to see.

This little guy won't stay with me here to mourn the spring and autumn.
To be continued...