Chapter 82
Everyone held their breath for a moment, a silence as suffocating as before a volcanic eruption.
However.
The imagined battle never happened.
The two nodded slightly and walked together to the press conference podium.
A'fu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Hey, why didn't they start fighting?"
They were brought all the way from France, but they didn't get to see any good show at all.
On the other side.
Gawain also looked both relieved and somewhat disappointed.
The most terrifying calamity predicted passed by quietly.
At the press conference.
Many Heroic Spirit began to formally reflect on the past, look to the future, and emphasize the present.
These are all normal.
Rather, it's better to say--
This is way too normal!
The volcanic eruption that countless people had been anticipating never materialized.
After the press conference ends.
Artoria casually glanced at the girl beside her.
Despite being carefully fitted with Hades's Helm of Invisibility by Golden Flash, he couldn't detect any special aura.
What exactly was that person, that initially unknown but Dear Friend, helping to conceal?
Or perhaps, it was simply a trap to prevent her from discovering the Nameless One's location?
At this moment.
Sitting not far away, Joan said with her standard expression of disdain, "Your Excellency is quite the actor, clearly intending to kill me the moment I appeared."
"Same to you."
Artoria remained expressionless.
The extremely simple private chat between the two made Luo Ya shrink back instantly.
Even when their Heroic Spirit aura was completely suppressed, the combined power of the two spirits still gave one a sense of crisis, like standing beside an erupting volcano.
Powerful! Domineering! Rising above all living beings!
Wei Gong, I don't want to stay here anymore, it's terrifying, I want to go home!
Luo Ya suddenly felt no longer fortunate.
If the two Heroic Spirit were to be even slightly careless, they could turn her from Aya-chan into the real "Aya-chan"!
No, not even a speck of dust will remain!
Joan Arc's expression grew even colder. "You clearly rejected their kindness in person, so why did you still have the audacity to come here?"
Aren't you the same?
Artoria looked at the other person with a half-smile.
The other woman was originally just a village girl, but she ignored Wuming's advice and insisted on embarking on the road to save France.
This is no different from her pulling the Sword in the Stone and becoming King Arthur.
"But I have already abandoned my identity as a saintess, while you are still playing the role of a false, the Perfect King, protecting the descendants left behind by your former enemies!" Joan's tone was icy.
"It seems we've had a very pleasant time together in Fuyuki City these past two days."
Artoria did not answer directly, but instead smiled.
"Heh heh, I bet you can't find Nameless either!"
Joan couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.
"No, no, I'm different from that corrupted saintess. Finding her is very simple," Artoria replied with extreme confidence.
This made him grit his teeth for a moment.
The mighty Emperor of France had absolutely no clues about the Nameless One; otherwise, he wouldn't have been lured by Merlin to try his luck here.
Artoria suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation, transmitted from the Avalon on the other side of the earth by the Magician of Flowers, traveling thousands of miles.
Amidst this fluctuation, [Avalon], which had long been out of contact, seemed like a mobile phone that had been disconnected due to unpaid bills but was subsequently recharged.
A faint ripple appeared on the girl beside him!
This child has a faint scent of Avalon on her; could she be your adopted daughter?
She paused slightly, then said with a faint smile, "Aya, you're so well-behaved and sensible, I wish you were my daughter. Sweetie, what do you want?"
Upon hearing this, everyone stared at the other person in shock.
The room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
Mordred, in particular, looked utterly incredulous.
Even though she was right beside him, the Father King dared to praise other girls as more obedient and sensible, and more suitable to be his daughter!
Should I leave?
Mordred felt as if his heart had been stabbed.
This was all right in front of her!
Why are you so skilled at this?
How many daughters have you had behind my back?
Just how far do you want to leave me behind before you're satisfied?
Mordred realized that his Father King was deliberately making veiled attacks.
It was clearly a lesson for her previous defiance.
Seeing that she and Luo Ya were chatting happily and wanted to become sworn sisters, he didn't hesitate to steal Luo Ya's favor, thus making her completely infatuated with him.
Then, Luo Ya will also distance herself from her, and even hate her!
What a terrible Father King!
Look, this little girl we just met has turned completely red, and her petite body is trembling slightly.
He stammered, "Uh, no, that's not true. Mordred is far, far superior to me. I'm just an ordinary person..."
He was so nervous that his whole body was trembling, looking like he might faint at any moment.
Mordred sighed inwardly.
Oh no, yet another guy has been conquered by his Father King and is about to become the most fanatical royal fan!
Back then, it was after meeting her Father King that she became his most fervent Knight of the Round Table.
Even the subsequent grueling, nameless training sessions were endured with unwavering determination.
Young Mordred held her breath, determined to prove herself to the Nameless One and to King Arthur.
Result,
Despite constantly scolding her, Wuming was actually taking care of her and encouraging her wholeheartedly.
In contrast, King Arthur perfectly displayed the majesty of a proud and arrogant king, never praising her once from beginning to end.
Let alone acknowledging her identity.
In despair, Mordred thought that if her Father King didn't acknowledge her, then at least one person would accept her.
The problem is, even Wuming is being taken away by the Father King.
Enough is enough! No more tolerating it!
She directly instigated the Battle of Camlann, wanting to prove that her Father King had made mistakes in all aspects of people's livelihood and politics!
Luo Ya felt her heart pounding wildly, and she felt as if she were in a dream.
Today was truly, truly, truly wonderful!
King Arthur, the Knight King of the Britain Knights of the Round Table Heroic Spirit, who stands at the very top of the pyramid of heroes, actually praised her as more suitable to be his daughter Mordred.
Wow, does this mean they want to adopt me as their daughter?
Luo Ya felt a little thirsty; it all felt like a dream.
First, Mr. Golden, who was incredibly wealthy, appeared and sold her a ticket to the Heroic Spirit Gathering, allowing her to come into contact with the Heroic Spirit.
Mr. Golden, you truly are my lucky charm!
When I go back, I will definitely make offerings to you properly!
She was trembling with excitement, took a small step back, and accidentally realized that the hem of her skirt was about to trip her.
Artoria gently reached out and supported her slender waist, pulling her up.
Under her breathless, blissful gaze.
King Arthur reached out and straightened her hat, which was about to fall off. "Good girl, your hat is on now. You're very capable, don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat you."
"Thank you for the compliment, King Arthur!"
Luo Ya took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down.
The happiness felt unreal, giving her a constant sense of excitement and thrill, as if her heart might be plunging out of her chest at any moment.
At this moment.
Joan, who had been watching quietly, frowned slightly. "Tsk, King Arthur, who is completely clueless about people, has actually learned to fool little girls?"
What is this woman putting on an act for?
If someone truly cared for others this much, would they still be criticized for not understanding human nature?
Could Mordred have instigated the Battle of Camlann, leading to the downfall of ancient Britain?
Keep it simple, keep your way of speaking simple.
Please omit the progressive emotions; you're not an actor, so don't devise those plot points!
When did you start abandoning your principles and insist on putting on such clumsy performances?
You don't understand.
Artoria glanced at her casually, "Born from the flames of vengeance, you truly don't understand human nature. You really don't understand anything!"
Despite being a Catholic saint, she transformed into Vengeful Witch after her death, seeking to bring destruction to France.
This Emperor of France almost destroyed France, the country that gave her birth and nurtured her.
How dare this person say she doesn't understand human nature?
"Heh, my approval rating is higher than yours."
The Dark Saintess snorted coldly.
As the most fair and just head of state, his approval rating has consistently remained above 99%, even surpassing that of King Arthur.
She smiled at the girl, "Aya, would you be interested in coming to France? I'm actually looking for a cute daughter, and I really like you because you're so well-behaved and obedient."
No matter what they want to do, I'll take it!
If you double it, then I'll--
Double the amount!