Chapter 3913 Meeting You

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"Although it's wrong to speak ill of people behind their backs, I don't think it's OK to listen to other people's whispers behind their backs."

I have no idea why, I am the only one who got hurt, and I don’t even know why. I have to find an excuse for Maid Lauder. There are so many mysteries in this world that I don’t want to think about it anymore.

"If you didn't say bad things about Ben Ang, how could you know that Ben Ang was eavesdropping!" Little King Arthur retorted with anger still lingering, waving the toothpick sword and baring his teeth.

"But here comes the problem again. If you didn't eavesdrop from behind, how could you possibly know that we...ah, it's the two of them who are talking bad about you, right?"

I almost slapped myself hard. What kind of trouble was this? Why did I get together with Maid Lauder just by saying this? I am the real victim, okay?

"Wait a minute, I think it's better to put this chicken-and-egg issue aside."

Maid Lauder stepped forward to smooth things over, oh, as expected of you, the timing of the interruption was just right, and she almost fell into the crisis of repeating the nesting of dolls and then continuing to be belittled by the little King Arthur.

After all, whose fault is this?

While they were talking, the group of people had returned to Artoria's side, still with the same painful expression, huddled under the tree, which made people feel distressed.

"The important responsibility of taking care of Alto is left to the mount." Little King Arthur patted me on the shoulder, looking like he was entrusted with an important task.

"Wait, where are you? Come together, you have nothing to do anyway, right." I think it would be better if there were more people. With Artoria's current state, I don't know what happened to her in the dream, I'm afraid I HOLD Can't live.

Now, the insider actually wants to escape, how can this be done?

"Ben Ang still has important things to discuss with Lauder, important things."

"Really? Isn't it really because I've tricked Artoria so badly that I'm too embarrassed to face her so I want to evade responsibility?" I gradually moved my face closer to the little King Arthur, my eyes shining with the light of a swamp fish who had seen through everything. .

"It's impossible, it doesn't exist. How could Ben Ang be wrong? How could Ben Ang be embarrassed? Don't think so wildly!"

Very good, not angry but busy defending. This honest reaction has completely exposed the truth.

I looked at the Lauder group, who were standing respectfully and with their maids in full style, and then at the Lauder group who was always hiding behind them. No matter how the Lauder maids moved, they never showed any flaws for me to see. It was called hiding. Bella Knight, the Ultimate Cat Master, I sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I understand. We have important things to discuss, right? Okay, you can go. Jeluka and I are enough."

"Um...I'm sorry, I also have something important to discuss with King Arthur." The maid raised her hand ruthlessly.

Do you even want to backstab me, bastard!

"I'm just kidding, hey." The pornographic maid made a cute expression without any expression on her face.

"Oh, you are worthy of being my heir. If possible, I would like to joke with His Highness like this." Lance's eyes lit up and she looked at the little King Arthur. She didn't know what she was imagining in her mind, and her expression gradually became abnormal.

"Everyone! Give it to me! Get out!"

I drove everyone away, including the pornographic maid, and she was the only one left as the inheritor of the Twelve Knights. Logically speaking, she shouldn’t have been there. Maybe there were some other reasons, or maybe they thought I was She will be the person Arturia wants to see the most after she wakes up. No matter what, you have to leave, so just leave cleanly for me, you bastard!

I found a comfortable position next to my king and sat down. I looked around with a guilty conscience to make sure there was no one there. Hey, you're welcome. There is no venomous and naughty maid around, so you can do whatever you want. .

For example, standing side by side or something like that is something that only young men and women who are not yet satisfied with their lovers can do. This is what couples do.

Hey.

He held the petite Arturia in his arms and rubbed her.

Ah, I didn't say Artoria was short.

I don't know if she sensed something, but her expression that was tense due to pain seemed to relax a little.

"Good night."

I muttered, gently caressing my king's blond hair with my chin, and gradually closed my eyes.

So hot!

When I woke up again, it was because I was holding a ball of fire in my arms. I was so frightened that I almost let go, but at least I remembered that I held my king in my arms before going to sleep.

Um?

Artoria? !

Sure enough, I had a fever, and it was very severe.

I had almost forgotten this experience. Logically speaking, adventurers would not have a fever unless they were extremely weak. Arturia's body didn't look that weak. Why did she suddenly have a fever?

Is it because of mental weakness? How weak do you have to be for such a healthy and powerful body to behave abnormally?

Without thinking more, I hurriedly took out a towel, soaked it with cold water and applied it to her forehead. Remember... it should be... like this?

In fact, I also know that it is unnecessary to do this, whether it is a wet towel or even a special medicine, it may be effective for ordinary people, but it is not important to my king at all. What is important is her own will. As long as she recovers a little A little energy and a strong body can instantly recover from this little problem.

So... how about I sing a sleeping song? Pick up Artoria like a baby and rock her to Grandma Bridge?

If we really do this, it feels like both me and the king will die in an instant and become a black history for a lifetime.

Sighing, I held the king in my arms again, held her cold little hand tightly, and pressed my forehead against her hot forehead.

You must hold on!

When she woke up for the third time, Artoria's fever was gone. She went from severe mental pain, to weakness, to a slight recovery, and seemed to be developing in a good direction.

But I noticed something strange happening to Artoria.

Her body seemed to be overflowing with wisps of dark aura.

It's not an illusion or dazzling, nor is it an exaggerated metaphor, it's really overflowing with black energy!

When I reached out and touched the black gas, I instantly shrank back as if I was electrocuted.

It was pain and despair as deep as an abyss.

At this time, I really want to capture the little King Arthur, regardless of our identities, beat her ass to pieces, what kind of hell test is this to make Artoria look like this.

But in fact, I also know that I am incapable of expressing my anger. The content of the test is my greatest wish. If Artoria is a simple and satisfied person, like Willas, I am afraid that this test will not be as good as making a delicious apple pie. Harder.

The difficulty of the test varies from person to person, and the person who accepted the test was Artoria, so it instantly became Abyss difficulty.

This is my king's own choice, and this is the difficulty she must face, either in a dream or in reality.

I could only look at Arturia blankly, her whole body was gradually covered by the dark aura overflowing from her body, until only her face was left.

Despair and pain, like a soft but unpeelable eggshell, dyed Artoria black.

The only good news is that the pain on Artoria's face gradually eased. I don't know what kind of changes her spiritual world is going through, but I noticed one thing.

Artoria should be waking up soon.

I thought it would be like a phoenix rising from Nirvana, with earth-shattering visions, but I didn't expect that the eyelashes just trembled a few times, and without any warning, those beautiful green eyes with a blurry and dark color, It opened suddenly.

For a moment, I seemed to see many things from her newly opened eyes, one blurry picture after another, and I could even smell the smoke of gunpowder from her eyes.

There seemed to be a kingdom epic hidden in her newly opened eyes. Endless words, pictures, and fragments formed a bottomless vortex, trying to draw my gaze into it.

The long eyelashes opened and closed quickly, and when they opened again, they had gradually regained their luster.

The eyes met each other, as if a century had passed, or maybe it was a gap where a breeze blew.

She suddenly smiled softly, her expression was weak, her face was pale, and her blond hair was scattered, which made her smile look a bit awkward and without the majesty and dignity of Her Majesty the Queen. However, it was the most touching smile I have ever seen, and a trace of it flashed through my heart. He was throbbing, as if he was a young man who had just begun to fall in love. Through the dappled sunlight falling under the shade of the tree, he saw the girl he had a crush on smiling shyly at him.

Under the shade of the tree, the girl spoke softly.

"It's great to meet you."

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