"Let me tell you, little guy... Oh! You guy, you can't wait for others to finish their words before stabbing... No, stabbing people is simply wrong. Please don't do this as a majestic King Arthur in the future.

What a cruel act!”

As soon as I finished speaking, my forehead was pierced by a ray of white light. I covered the wound that kept spurting out blood and began to preach to the little King Arthur across from me in a serious voice.

"A disciple of Wu Li, you are a disciple of Wu Li, you don't need to be particular about it."

The little guy raised the sword of victory in his hand high, like waving a flag, and shouted in a childish voice.

"Hmph, that's right. I'm only so rude to those who don't need respect."

After being told this, my anger level rose steadily, and in an instant it reached a full-tank flame state where I could cast three super-kill secrets.

"How dare you be so arrogant as a mere mount." A sharp look flashed in the cute eyes of little King Arthur.

The surrounding air suddenly became several times heavier. The biting frost and ice wind blew by, blowing the clothes of me and little King Arthur. The sky was moving, the ground was moving, the clouds were moving, and the wind was moving.

, she and I were moving, but we looked at each other, and our eyes sparkled fiercely, without wavering in the slightest.

I don't know when, I already held the cross pendant in my hand, and once again transformed into the form of bear eyes! Beep beep beep! beep beep beep.

Please note that I definitely did not replace it with Beep Silence because I forgot the previous name and found it too troublesome. Yes, Beep Beep is actually Ben Druid's true form.

Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere that could be heard as a needle dropped suddenly became turbulent and unpredictable. In an instant, countless white lights like lightning flashed through it. When the dust settled, the winner was announced.

That's right, for real masters to compete, they don't need to fight for 300 rounds. With just one move and one second, the victory or defeat is decided.

As a prodigal dog, I have the last thought before my consciousness is overwhelmed by the sea of ​​pain from punctures the size of red dots all over my body.

Sitting elegantly on the exclusive throne, little King Arthur took the tea respectfully handed over from Jeluka, and sipped it with an indescribable calmness.

As for where the cup that fits her size comes from, it is still a mystery.

“It’s so peaceful.”

After a few sips of hot tea, little King Arthur squinted his eyes comfortably and looked into the distance.

Compared to hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the Dark Continent was rampant with monsters and chaos, the scenery at this moment was undoubtedly the peace that she had never experienced before. Even the war caused by the current invasion of hell was still more peaceful than her.

In that chaotic and barbaric era of blood, where strong men were as strong as clouds, they were all nothing compared to the mighty witch.

If it were placed hundreds of thousands of years ago, characters like the Three Demon Gods, who are neither small nor big, let alone invade the Dark Continent, would have to be careful even when they venture out, for fear of accidentally meeting a deadly enemy and starting a chase.

In the section of killing thousands of miles, at that time, even the strong men at the top of the six-winged pyramid fell from time to time.

"Yes, the tea I brewed is good. It tastes better than the tea made by Lance." King Arthur praised it in a moderate way.

At this time, Artoria finished her training and walked steadily from the opposite side.

Glancing around, Arturia couldn't help but smile when she saw someone lying on the ground in a large shape, motionless like a corpse, and the old-fashioned King Arthur sitting on his head, drinking tea.

"The relationship between His Majesty King Arthur and Fan...is getting better and better."

I don’t know what kind of foolish thinking she had, but seeing this situation, she actually said such seemingly unhelpful words.

"Humph, Alto, don't talk nonsense. Ben Ang doesn't want to have a good relationship with this idiot."

Little King Arthur raised his head proudly, as if to hide something, and stabbed down with the sword of victory in his hand one after another.

Phew~~Puff~~

Suddenly, there were several thin blood-red fountains around her.

"only……"

The movements of her hands paused, and she seemed to have thought of something, and her expression showed infinite nostalgia.

"This idiot... reminds Ben Ang of the situation when he first met Tracy."

"Is it an encounter with the Red Dragon Queen Offinglam Tracey?" Arturia's curiosity arose after hearing what little King Arthur said.

"That's right." Little King Arthur nodded, looking excited.

"When I first met Tracy, we were strangers to each other. After being defeated by Ben Ang, she was not convinced and kept issuing challenges. After fighting, she became Ben Ang's partner."

As if recalling that period of history, little King Arthur's smile was full of warmth and nostalgia.

"Not only Tracy, but several of the Twelve Knights are also like this. They have never known each other before fighting with Ben Ang."

Could it be that this little guy is the legendary magic cannon girl who used magic cannons to create a huge harem?

A certain corpse pretending to be dead complained loudly in his heart.

"Teacher Merlin, Ben Ang's twelve knights, and Tracy, together with the Elf Empire, are Ben Ang's most precious treasures."

The little King Arthur who spoke with a faint smile gave people a dazzling brilliance, as if the greatest hero in the legend jumped out of the book and appeared in front of him. It was so real.

Flesh and blood.

"Being able to look at each other and fight side by side with these people, I have no regrets in my life."

Oh oh oh, why is this little guy so tall at the moment? It seems that what is above my head is not a person less than a foot tall, but a mountain ten thousand feet high. It makes my head heavy and my body light. There is a mountain in my heart.

He looked up with a sense of admiration, and then had a strange feeling in his heart that it was his honor to have her sit on his head.

No, I can’t think about it any more, I definitely can’t take the first step towards that terrifying realm!

"There are three regrets."

I heard the little guy's voice ringing again, and it was deeper and more serious than before. Although the ending tone still had a childish "da" sound, it surprisingly made people feel mature and wise.

I must be hallucinating.

"First, it failed to prevent them from sacrificing themselves."

This sentence is like a heavy hammer, hammering into the hearts of the three of us at the same time. He is not King Arthur. Even a few of us feel a pang of regret in our hearts every time we think of the Twelve Knights voluntarily sacrificing themselves and choosing to pass on the legacy.

As a close friend of the Twelve Knights, the regret and remorse in King Arthur's heart is even more understandable.

"Second, it failed to realize the dream of Utopia."

Changed from the sadness and sadness just now, these words are sonorous and powerful, swallowing up mountains and rivers, as if we see the heroic, rebuking and invincible King Arthur.

"Third..."

At this point, her tone paused, but it made us curious.

The first and second points can be thought of, which is really a regret for King Arthur in his life, but the third point is beyond our expectation.

"Friendship, family affection, worldly love, I dare not say that I have experienced it, but I also understand it, but love..."

After finishing speaking, he sighed with infinite regret.

But when King Arthur lowered his head and sighed, he didn't notice that the figures of Artoria and Jeluka, who were sitting firmly, were slightly tilted.

The body of the mount beneath her also shook like a corpse.

According to the contents on those stone tablets, King Arthur's understanding and persistence of love are indeed beyond the scope of normal people. It is not an exaggeration to even describe it as an electric bo type. It is best not to expand on this topic in depth.

Besides, this guy is really wasteful, so wasteful. He obviously has a treasure mountain, but he doesn't know it, and he wants to envy and look for a small stone in someone else's hand.

As long as the mind is more open-minded, worldly concepts and moral integrity will probably be nothing more than clouds in the eyes of King Arthur.

If you think about it this way, isn't there actually thirteen love partners around her? Damn it, even the winners in glgme don't have that many, such excellent choices around them.

Back then, there were only twelve princesses who made the otakus envy and bite into countless handkerchiefs.

The most damning thing is that with the loyal and admiring hearts of these thirteen people, she can fully open the harem without facing the inability to save and the damn setting of the second week and having to go through the painful process of choosing one of the thirteen.

We have such rich resources but don't cherish them. If I hadn't considered that this guy is a woman, I would have burned her at the stake.

Phew~~Puff~~

While I was gnashing my teeth in my heart, a strange and uneasy sound suddenly came from my head, as if something was constantly draining from my brain, and my head suddenly felt a light and empty feeling.

I hope it's not about IQ.

I recited the multiplication formula silently in fear, and then breathed a sigh of relief when I found that there was no disagreement.

It's okay, okay, as the saying goes, if you pick something up, don't pick up a maid, and if you give it up, don't lose your IQ. I've already suffered from the former.

When the things drained from my head flowed down my forehead and dye's vision turned red, I was sure that it was actually blood.

It won’t work if there’s too much blood, you bastard!!!

I sat up suddenly and threw the little guy off my head.

"Idiot mount, it's unqualified, it's unqualified!"

Although she was thrown away suddenly, how could such a thing happen to the little King Arthur? She turned over gracefully in mid-air and landed lightly on the ground. Her posture was extremely graceful and moving, as if she had jumped down from above.

generally.

Then he pointed his sword at me and shouted loudly.

"Shut up, you have the nerve to tell me why you stabbed my head for no reason. My head provoked you." I covered my bruised and bleeding head, crying without tears.

"It's this idiot who is saying bad things in his heart. He is saying bad things about Ben Ang. It is very disrespectful to say bad things." The golden hair on his forehead was swaying. Like a judge, this little guy pronounced the sentence on me with a very confirming tone.

crime.

Sorry, I forgot that her golden hair has such a ferocious function.

I secretly clicked my tongue, but refused to admit it.
To be continued...