Although Lancelot did not possess Artoria's family's inherited intuition, bad was still bad.
"Um... well... I have an unreasonable request." Chen Luo pinched his fingertips together.
"If it's an unreasonable request, then don't say it," Lancelot blurted out.
"Sir Lancelot." Artoria shot Lancelot a reproachful look.
What Lancelot had just said was quite unbecoming of a knight.
Although Artoria did not know what Chen Luo and Lancelot had discussed, Lancelot's change had indeed come because of Chen Luo. Perhaps Chen Luo had talked him through it?
"Fine. Go ahead and tell me your unreasonable request."
Although he sensed that something was amiss, after glancing at the Command Spell in Chen Luo's palm and then at Artoria beside him, Lancelot felt that he probably could not escape.
"Um... well... could you... die once for me?" Chen Luo asked very apologetically.
"???" Lancelot looked utterly bewildered.
Just now, I wanted to die, and you talked me out of it. Now that I don't want to die anymore, you want me dead again...
Are you sick?
"You just made a wish to me, asking Artoria to judge you. Now you don't want to die anymore. That puts me in a difficult position," Chen Luo explained.
"A wish..." When Artoria heard that word and saw the strange persistence hidden in Chen Luo's eyes, she quickly grasped the crux of the matter.
Lancelot had made a wish to Chen Luo...
And once a wish had been made, whether it would be fulfilled was no longer up to Lancelot.
Artoria understood that process extremely well.
Lancelot had fallen into a hitman's dilemma.
When someone went to the hospital for a checkup, discovered that they had terminal cancer, and did not want to die painfully, they hired a hitman to kill them at their happiest moment, demanding