This is My Heroic Path

"Your hatred for me now is simply because you feel that your face as a king and goddess has been insulted, that's all...pretending to love Mr. An Zhiyu deeply, and marrying him as his wife, I'm afraid it's just to prove something."

"Prove that my humanity is still there, and my memory is still there."

It became clear that the killing institute had intentionally angered Artoria several times, not just to anger her, but more just to prove her guess, and it was finally proved that her guess was correct.

Arturia in front of me, or should be called the Lion King, her memory is gradually disappearing with the long-term use of the Holy Lance. As a goddess, she lacks most of her past memories. The fish-related memories also faded away, which is why she didn't know Tiamat.

The goddess Lungominiad, she is more like a brand new existence, not Artoria, but a brand new personality independent of Artoria, although the appearance looks exactly the same as Artoria, but the inner But it has been slowly eroded by the personality of "Rungomigniad".

Shashengyuan maintained a gentle smile: "Mr. An Zhiyu, I think you should have a private chat with the Lion King now? Then I won't bother you,"

She then looked at Tiamat: "I know you are very angry now, but you should prioritize your children, right?"

Tiamat glanced at An Zhiyu, stayed on Arturia for a while, and then silently walked aside.

Sensing the gaze cast by An Zhiyu, Shashoin put his index finger on his lips and raised a slight arc: "I know what you are thinking, but don't thank me, I just want to satisfy my own curiosity and help you Just incidentally."

"Ah..." She thought for a while, and then added, "But shouldn't I just say that everything is for your sake, which would be more favorable to people?"

"Thank you... No matter how you do it, it's very pleasant." An Zhiyu said.

"Really? That's good." Killing Academy smiled.

After watching Saseiin and Tiamat go to join the crowd, An Zhiyu's eyes fell on Artoria again.

"Since when?"

An Zhiyu knew that the other party was likely to be corrupted by the personality of the goddess when she was summoned by Artoria at the earliest, but she never knew that the erosion was so serious.

The ghost knew that a lion king who married him within a few days after summoning him, kissing and doing all kinds of intimacy, his personality was almost completely eroded by the Holy Lance.

"It has nothing to do with you." The Lion King said coldly.

"Just like what the woman said, I don't have much memory of you, and I just married you to prove it... and it turns out that I really don't have any feelings for you."

"Is that why you are so angry? Because I threw you out just now." An Zhiyu asked.

When he threw the holy spear directly, Artoria was obviously upset. After all, it was her body. Now she is not Artoria, but the goddess-Rungomigniad.

"There's nothing to be angry about. Do you have anything else to do?" Artoria asked impatiently, as if she had given up on herself after being exposed.

"As the killing courtyard said, I'm not the Lily you said."

"I know, you are not Lily." An Zhiyu said, "You are the goddess Rungomigniad, right?"

Artoria remained silent.

"But there should be related memories, right?"

"Very few, and very vague." She said after a moment of silence.

"Remember what?" An Zhiyu continued to ask.

"Some very vague things, I can't remember." For a moment, her cheeks flushed slightly, but soon returned to the coldness of the past.

"You're not from this singularity, are you? If that's the case, go back, the matter of the Nordic country has been settled." She raised her hand and touched An Zhiyu's face, as if she wanted to feel his warmth, "Go back and be with the real Artoria...don't let her down."

"I will go back, let's go back together." An Zhiyu said.

The Lion King sized up An Zhiyu, "Are you an idiot? You should know that this is impossible."

"Are you as stupid as Lily?" An Zhiyu was speechless, "As long as the Holy Lance is used too much, the personality of the goddess will occupy the body, right? In this case, as long as I keep using the Holy Lance, sooner or later you will Appeared?"

The Lion King froze for a moment, then stared at An Zhiyu in a daze.

After a while, she suddenly smiled.

"Are you really an idiot?"

What kind of weird brain circuit is this?

Someone actually wants to be eroded by the Holy Lance?Isn't this stupid what is it?

Even though she already knew that she could hardly be called Arturia now, would she still show such reluctance?

She suddenly felt that she could probably understand how the yearning that was almost overflowing in this body came from.

The Lion King wrapped his right hand around An Zhiyu's neck, slowly approaching his cheeks, staring into his eyes.

In the end, her lips reached An Zhiyu's lips, and they stuck together like this.

After a while, she parted her lips, and she showed a warm smile: "This time, the kiss is as Lungomigniad, not Artoria."

"From now on, Holy Lance, Rungomigniad be with you."

At the same time, in the distant Britain, Artoria stretched out her fingers as if feeling something, and touched the holy spear that turned into a tower of glory.

There was a flash of golden luster in those emerald eyes.

After watching the Lion King leave, An Zhiyu was still in the midst of subtle emotion, but at this time, the killing courtyard had already walked in front of him, and said in a very regretful tone:

"It's time for me to leave, Mr. An Zhiyu."

Even you are leaving?

An Zhiyu opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to speak for a while.

After killing this time, An Zhiyu's guard against this woman has been completely let go. Although she is the same beast as a certain world line's killing house, the killing house in front of her seems to be kinder... Although he still only loves himself, and wants An Zhiyu to succumb to her feet, sinking into the desire of happiness.