Sage's Queen's Cultivation Diary

Lancelot has a big dream, that is to visit every corner of this boundless world.

Today, however, his dream was wiped out.

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A rather luxurious hotel of the elves, this is the resting place for Cavel and his party in Silvermoon City as distinguished human guests. Even so, it is possible to live in this elf territory that few other races can enter. They just took the blessing of Mr. Hector.

"Since he is Sir Hector's friend, of course we must treat him well. When he was young, that lord helped the elves who went to Britain a lot."

The elves who came to receive him said so, and Caville did not doubt it. After all, the old man mentioned his elf friends in Silvermoon City to himself more than once. Circle the troubles of the same hotel.

"That kind of thing is fine, Mr. Cawell, can you let me go first?"

But in such a comfortable place, there was an iron lump that made a dissatisfied sound.

"Why, isn't it uncomfortable?" Glancing at Lancelot who was tied and struggling in the corner of the room from the corner of his eye, Cavel took a sip of the fine wine that can only be tasted by elves, "No Ah, young man, you have to learn to be content, although the price is a little bit different, but the degree of fastening can still be guaranteed, I am quite confident in my binding skills."

Lancelot's face froze. Judging from his increasingly rapid breathing, if it weren't for the huge difference in strength, he would have picked up the bench and fought hard with Caville.

"Oh...forget it." Lancelot sighed helplessly as he tried to break free from the rope to no avail.

"Why, give up struggling?"

When Cavel saw this, it was natural to go up and make up the knife, and it was this knife that made Lancelot's already calm emotions boil to the extreme again.

"Haha... just kidding, kidding."

However, he could only accept Cawell's completely careless apology.

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There are only two people in this room, Caville and Lancelot. Kai, who was supposed to live here, was driven to the next door by Cavel for talking in his sleep at night to wrestle with the orcs. Next door to them were Lily and Lu. Xi's room, after all, even if they are grateful to Hector, it is impossible for the goblins to be generous enough to prepare a separate room for each of them, and the rental price of these two ordinary rooms in Silvermoon City is calculated by every second.

When Caville poured all the small cup of delicious wine into his stomach, Lancelot finally calmed down, but his eyes on Caville had changed from the initial longing to doubt and anger .

"What's wrong? Looking at me like that?"

"No, it's nothing, I just feel that you, sir, are a little different from what I imagined." Lancelot turned his head to the side as if he were in an awkward situation.

"Then what do you imagine me like?" Cavelle asked a little curiously.

"Calm and reliable."

The real me is naive and unreliable, so I'm really sorry!
"Hey... why do you think I tied you all the way from the previous hotel here?"

"Because of your bad taste."

……

So, sharp guys are really annoying. If everyone was like Lucy, would the world still be so chaotic?
"Haha, although I do like to see other people's painful faces, but this is only for the enemy, how can I bully my own family?"

"I don't remember when I became your own family."

Although he has a rather mature face and has his own considerations in everything he does, but after all, Lancelot is just a child like Lily now, and it is only natural that he would express his dissatisfaction like now of.

"That's right, I tied you here just because you're not our own family, and you don't want to be our own." Putting down the delicate cup, Cavel squatted down to Lance like the salesman's smile in his memory. In front of Lott, "As long as you are willing to join us, then I will untie you right away. Look, you can end your current pain by moving your mouth~"

"As I said, I want to travel to every corner of the world."

"It's really a sloppy dream. It's almost like a dead house made up temporarily to cover up my plan to spend the rest of my life waiting to die after winning the big prize."

"I can not understand what you say."

"Well~ It doesn't matter if you don't understand, anyway, I don't expect anyone to understand." Yawning, Caville sat down in front of Lancelot.

"Hey! Are you serious?" Looking at this awkward young man, Caville couldn't help feeling a little dizzy, "Do you really want to let go of Britain to fulfill your romantic ideal?"

"...Yes, I've made up my mind." Lancelot struggled for two seconds before giving such an answer.

"What's the reason? Wasn't your original ideal to dedicate your heart to Britain? Why has it changed in just a few days?"

"So when did I say that!" Having said that, Lancelot still did not deny the ideal that drove him to leave Avalon. After a moment of silence, he spoke very seriously Cavill's eyes.

"Sir, do you think Britain can still be saved?"

Caville frowned: "Why do you say that?"

Caville thought of a lot of reasons for Lancelot's reluctance to join his side. For example, he had formed a relationship with his future immediate boss for fear of being bullied in the future. It's a little bit like seeing the market situation in Silvermoon City and wanting to abandon military affairs and go into business. Even so, Cawell didn't expect him to say such a thing.

"To tell you the truth, I passed by a lot of villages on the way from Ah... from my hometown to here. No, it should be called hell." Without realizing it, Lan Sloat has clenched his fist tightly, and blood is dripping down his palm, explaining the young man's dissatisfaction with Britain, "losing hope, killing each other and cannibalizing each other, refusing anything because of despair." When I was stared at by their wary eyes, I felt how stupid I was with the ideal of saving this country."

"Really...you saw it too."

Cavel sighed slightly. Only those who have struggled with hell are qualified to hate hell. When seeing the people lose hope, even Lily, who considered saving Britain more important than her own life, was once confused. Lan It's not too difficult to understand Slot's current reaction.

"Disappointed? The once ideal country turned out to be an old beast that is gradually dying. This has made your faith collapse?" Using water polo to clean up the floor stained red by Lancelot's blood, Caville said, "As expected of the eldest young master from Utopia, is such darkness really too cruel for you?"

Not getting angry because of Cavell's cynicism, Lancelot's face showed disappointment that shouldn't appear at his age: "No, if I really couldn't bear it, I would have gone back long ago, and I never came here at all. necessary."

"Is it really because of the decree of Silvermoon City?" Cavel asked with some surprise.

"It's part of it. To be able to formulate such a rule, to be honest, I'm quite disappointed with the rulers of Britain, but the main reason is because of Miss Artoria."

... This guy is really afraid that he will be beaten by Lily in the future!
"Although I don't know what you are thinking, it should be different from what I think." Seeing Cavel's subtle expression for a moment, Lancelot sighed with a headache.

"Miss Arturia is supposed to be Her Royal Highness Princess of Britain?"

"This...is kind of it." Caville didn't know how to answer this question. Lily is Uther's daughter, so according to common sense, she is indeed the princess of Britain, but it always feels weird to call him that. of.

"It is also true that she will be the next king of Britain?" Lancelot continued to ask.

"Yes."

"Then that's the answer."

"...Are you dissatisfied?" After a moment of silence, Cavel looked at Lancelot who smiled wryly, "Worried that such a little girl will lead this country to the road of extinction?"

Let Lily become the king of Britain as a girl is bound to be accompanied by a lot of opposition. This is what Cavel has expected, but the first opponent is the first knight of the round table is indeed beyond his expectations .

However, Lancelot shook his head slowly: "Why, Miss Artoria is an outstanding knight, regardless of status or gender, she is the only woman I respect from the bottom of my heart. Under her leadership, Britain will definitely become stronger."

"Then why did Lily become the reason why you gave up on Britain, and you don't seem to be the guy who would give up because of such childish reasons as not wanting to be ordered by women."

Lancelot is not a stupid person, and Caville knows that there must be some more important reason for him to make such a decision.

"Sir, you should know the reason." The mature young man raised his head, with emotion in his eyes that he didn't know how to sum up, "What kind of abyss stands in front of Miss Artoria, I want to be with her since childhood." You who live together should be much clearer than me."

"Don't want to watch her go to failure?"

Having said that, Kaweire finally understood the reason why Lancelot rejected him. It was not because he felt sorry for the country, but for the future king of the country.

Lancelot nodded: "That's right, a country that needs to be saved by young girls is sad, and Miss Artoria who is going to save such a sad country is even more pitiful."

"Why do you think Lily will fail?"

"Because Miss Artoria is too serious, so serious that it makes me feel cruel." Lancelot closed his eyes.

"So I'm very scared, afraid that when she becomes less human because of her seriousness, I will betray her out of fear..."