Connor's Hogwarts

Chapter 221 Artoria
In the end, Connor still failed.

There are many ways to restore magic to the magic painting. The simpler method is to directly input the magic power, which is convenient and fast.

To be more fancy, Connor can use the [Finishing Touch] to draw some snacks, which can simulate the exact same taste. Although people cannot be full after eating, they can be full after eating the paintings, and they can be used again and again by inputting magic power , delicious and environmentally friendly.

Seqin ordered, ahem, ahem, that's all for 8, it's not suitable for children.

In the end, Connor used the second method. He drew a bowl of Yangchun noodles from his hometown. Connor ate several bowls of the familiar taste.

Connor's feeding plan was considered a success. King Dumao ate very happily, and Daimao kept shaking.

Artoria has a complete sense of taste, and her dietary preferences are consistent with Connor's. Not only that, she also has the foodie settings added by Connor, which creates a feeling of a complete person …to the delight of Connor.

It would be better if you could be more obedient...

"Saber, where are you going to sleep tonight? In your room? Back in the painting? Or...with me"

"." Under Artoria's indifferent gaze, Connor still didn't dare to finish speaking.

She put down the bowl and chopsticks, and replied lightly: "As Ying. As a painting, I don't need sleep very much. You don't need to worry about me."

"Although this is the case, you can save mana consumption when you return to the painting. Of course, it is not a big problem for me to feed you with mana, but if you demand too much, I will not be able to bear it." Connor couldn't control himself at all. The urge to tease Arturia.

But obviously, the current Dumb Mao Wang is really dumb. She didn't hear Connor's malicious intentions. She nodded solemnly and said, "Then I will return to the painting, but before that."

Artoria looked at Connor seriously, and said, "Master, please give me a reason to continue to exist."

"Because of your call, I came to this world, but this world doesn't have what I need. Since the Holy Grail doesn't exist, I can't find the meaning of my continued existence. As a king, I don't have anything The reason remains here, but as a knight summoned by you, I can swing the sword in my hand for your purpose, so please give me a clear goal, and I will take it as the first priority to accomplish. "

Connor noticed that Arturia's emerald-like clear eyes were dimmed due to confusion, like dusty gems, and the breath revealed from them made Connor feel a little suffocated
This is not right, this is very wrong.

Arturia wasn't looking for a "task" from Connor, she was looking for a reason to "live"!

Connor felt as if he had done another stupid thing. He forcibly put shackles on a newborn soul for his own liking.

The Artoria in front of her eyes is not the loyal and upright female swordsman in Connor's memory, but a king who lost her people, her country, and now even her goals.

Although all her memories are false, the emotions born from the false memories are so real and intense.

When the person in the painting has a soul, the weight of that emotion makes Connor a little out of breath.
"I'm sorry Artoria." Connor was rarely at a loss.

"? Why are you apologizing, master?" Arturia looked at Connor puzzled.

"I shouldn't have forced those memories on you. No, I shouldn't have drawn you. I'm sorry. I didn't expect that. I thought. Me." Connor was incoherent, he didn't know what to say.

Artoria looked at Connor like this, and smiled for the first time: "Seeing you now, I believe you are a child, master."

"." Connor embarrassed.

"I never blamed you, master, for you calling me out." Artoria looked at the empty noodle bowl in front of her and said:
"To be able to eat such delicious food today after a thousand years is a happy thing for me. If I can observe the world carefully in the future and enjoy more delicacies, I think that must be a very happy thing, just"

"My memory is telling me that I am a failed king. My remorse for the country and the people prevents me from enjoying all the beauty in peace. Master, do you understand?" Artoria closed her eyes said:
"Although this memory seems a bit vague, this memory is all I have. I know my name is Artoria Pendragon because of this memory, so I should take my responsibility for this memory."

She opened her eyes and looked at Connor seriously: "Whether... I am the real King Arthur or not, this is what I, the me named Artoria, should do."

Yes, this is the Artoria I imagined, the perfect king, but Connor was not happy with his "masterpiece", he only felt guilty:

"I understand, I understand. I took it for granted. I just wanted to restore a real Arturia, but I didn't expect to restore all her regrets and remorse in a true way. This is exactly what I want to show where you apologize"

Connor took a deep breath and made a decision:
"But now it's a done deal, I can no longer change your memory, I just hope I can change some of your thoughts."

Connor pointed to himself, and said frankly: "Artoria, to a certain extent, I am the same as you, and I am not from this world."

"?" Artoria expressed doubts.

"However, I am not from the past, I am from the future, and I have come back to today from the future decades later."

"!" Artoria expressed shock.

"For me, the past has become the past, and that is an unchangeable fact. When I first came to this world, I was just like you, with broken memories and very confused. I hope to be able to Going back to my world, there are things I cherish over there, but in this world, everything is strange to me, I don’t know what I want to do, I don’t know how to spend the future, but…”

"I have still made it to this day. I have met many new friends, made many new bonds, and have new goals and wishes."

"I haven't been able to forget the past, but I don't want to stick to the past. I can't make up for the regrets of the past, but I can make my present no regrets. Good things are indeed memorable, but at the same time, good things can also be created "

"Arturia, your past as a king can no longer be changed, and your responsibilities as a king should no longer be borne by you, so why don't you give yourself a chance to start over? Why don't you abandon King Arthur's past? identity, but to live again as Artoria?"

"You asked me to give you a reason for existence. I can't give it, and I can't give it, because I hope that this reason can be found by yourself. I believe that you can find the meaning of existence again in this world."

Connor didn't know whether to say these words to Arturia or to himself. While he was convincing Artoria, why wasn't he convincing himself?

In fact, he always knew why he couldn't use the Patronus Charm.
"It's just escaping." Hearing Connor's words, Artoria felt very complicated. After all, she was Connor's creation, and the remorse in her memory was not unforgettable, it was more like It was a kind of self-hypnosis, she felt that she should not forgive herself, so she sank in this false memory.

But now, someone throws a rope at her, trying to get her out of the quagmire
"This is not escape."

"But I'm willing to try it."

Connor looked up at Arturia, there seemed to be a dark light in her eyes.

"Master, I still can't let go of this memory easily, but I am willing to try." Arturia smiled: "You will help me, right? Master."

Artoria's smile is as beautiful as an angel offering salvation to people... No, she was originally an angel responding to people's wishes.

Connor breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relieved smile: "Of course, you are my work, and it is my duty to help you."

"Okay, then, for the time being, I have a reason to stay by your side. In the future, please give me more advice." Artoria just stretched out her hand, but then stopped suddenly. She tilted her head and looked at Connor:
"Wait, master, if what you said is true, then... you are not actually a child, are you?"

"Eh, this, this." Connor's hand froze in the air, neither letting it go nor closing it: "Listen to my explanation..."

"You are really a shameless person, master."

"Hey! That's too much!"

"I think my assessment is fairly on point."

"This is already a personal attack!"

"Then let me put it another way, a pervert with a dirty soul?"

"It's even too much!"

This scene is not someone's redemption
It's just... two similar and complex souls with two confused memories, like caged cubs, licking each other's wounds
... Connor has grown a lot this night
　Thanks for the reward from the hall master [igfirekaras] who suddenly changed his long name (I changed my title for nothing?) (,_)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)