Chapter 869
Even though her heart was full of calculation.
Her smile remained as beautiful as an artificial plastic flower.
Because Aurora never denies herself.
Stubborn narcissism, when pursued to the end, is also the highest form of beauty.
Unlike that person, Aurora had no one else in her heart—there was no place for Lancelot.
In the end, all she got was a world that consisted only of herself.
It is precisely because her world is lonely, and precisely because she dances continuously in that world, that she will always remain the most beautiful.
Because in that world, there was nothing beautiful except her.
"So, can you bring him to me?"
It doesn't matter if I'm missing a hand.
"As long as I can hear lots of interesting stories, that's fine."
"So, just keep your mouth, and the rest is up to you."
Aurora said with great joy.
Lancelot served her coldly.
Her mind was filled only with despicable schemes.
She only cares about herself.
Naive, innocent, and without considering the consequences.
Didn't she consider that the other person is now under the Queen's protection?
Even so, Lancelot would still approve of her.
Because Lancelot needs her; without her, he cannot maintain his own identity.
Because Aurora is that person's reincarnation.
Because Aurora calls her ▇▇▇▇.
As a fairy, the dragon can only maintain its false self by believing in lies.
However, the belief that had sustained her for a thousand years crumbled easily the moment she saw that person.
That evening, Lancelot set off for Camelot and met the legendary foreigner.
"How could this be...?"
As the strongest species, the dragon's strongest Instinct allowed her to be certain that Shirou was the one the moment she saw him.
Appearances are completely meaningless.
Lancelot doesn't distinguish individuals based on that kind of thing.
But it is precisely because of this that such a mistake seems exceptionally foolish and beyond redemption.
"Huh? Aurora wasn't Shirou's reincarnation after all!?!?!?"
Lancelot let out a muffled sound.
"What are you doing?"
After noon.
At the gates of Camelot.
A loud voice called out to Shirou.
After finishing his meal at a restaurant in town, Shirou was about to continue his journey to the library when he realized he was lost.
He saw Tristan standing with his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking displeased.
"Ah... Tristan, were you waiting for me?"
Hearing Shirou's innocent question, Tristan snorted.
"Don't you know? Camelot is Drive City, you know."
The street scenes on the first and second days can sometimes be different!
Camelot is a mobile city where the land itself moves.
The buildings themselves, and the land on which they are built, are like projectors equipped with magical Principle, forming complex structures through movement, becoming labyrinths that block the path of intruders.
The massive buildings side by side served as a defensive structure in themselves.
However, that was ultimately aimed at intruders.
Because it's a defensive device, it's perfectly reasonable.
At least on the surface, there are no apparent problems, so the anti-theft device won't suddenly activate.
Shirou also noticed this, but deliberately didn't mention it, and said instead:
"It's alright, my Mystic Eyes can discern changes in scenery to a certain extent. Even if the street view changes, I can still find it..."
"So noisy! Immediately launching into some grand pronouncements! This person is waiting here to show you the way! Thank me! Thank me!"
"Okay, thank you for this part."
"..."
Shirou simply bowed his head and thanked him.
He was so compliant that Tristan couldn't continue to cause trouble and could only snort again.
"Compared to this..."
Tristan's gaze shifted to Shirou's back.
Why is that big guy here too?
It's the Fae Knight Gawain.
Gawain answered Tristan's question.
"Tristan, His Majesty has instructed me to take care of this man. Is there a problem with being with him?"
Tristan said, "You weren't here yesterday."
Gawain said, "Because I didn't expect to stay in Camelot any longer, I went to take care of other matters yesterday in my capacity as Lord of Manchester..."
More than that, I wanted to ask you... Darlington... how's the New Darlington doing?"
"Ha! Staying in that rural place all the time, I'll rot! With Mother around Camelot's charm is thousands or even tens of thousands of times greater!"
"This isn't a matter of charm; I'm speaking in my capacity as a lord..."
"Ah, the lecture from the top student Gawain has begun..."
It's good that we have a good relationship, but--
"Can we go now?"
Shirou's words shattered the atmosphere that was about to erupt into an argument between the two.
The two Faerie Knight looked at Shirou, who had a cheerful smile on his face.
"Gurgle...!"
A look of panic flashed across Gawain's and Tristan's eyes for a fleeting moment.
That cheerful smile made their hearts skip a beat.
Tristan realized he was being foolish, so he stopped picking a fight.
"Well, forget it. I'm getting tired of standing here."
"I didn't come here to argue with you."
"Then let's make up."
As Shirou spoke, he slowly walked away.
Gawain and Tristan exchanged a glance, then followed after him.
At this time--
Gawain sensed the presence.
Something is coming!
And its speed is astonishing.
The object, accompanied by an explosion, tore through the air and fell from the sky.
Long silver hair, and fair skin as delicate as silk.
Azure armor, with two swords in his hands.
Also, she has a very petite figure by any standard.
Shirou and Gawain are both much taller than average.
Even Tristan, the shortest of the three, is 170cm tall barefoot, and she always wears heels that are close to 15cm high.
The girl who fell from the sky could only be described as petite.
Lancelot!?
Gawain called out her name.
Lancelot nodded.
"You're all very tall, and you're quite noticeable from the air. I spotted you immediately."
The dragon fairy brushed away the silver hair sticking to her face and said this.
Her features can only be described as flawlessly beautiful, and her small body exudes a powerful and imposing aura.
The girl shifted her gaze from Gawain and Tristan, turning to meet Shirou.
"..."
Lancelot narrowed his eyes, saying nothing.
Shirou observed her for a while, then asked with a smile.
Who are you?
"Fae Knight Lancelot. You're asking a question you already know the answer to, aren't you?"
Shirou burst into laughter.
We've been discovered? That's impressive.
Although Shirou's tone sounded like praise, it actually sounded like mockery.
Lancelot didn't take it seriously.
Because this kind of thing doesn't really matter.
"So... what brings you, the strongest and most beautiful Knight of the Lake the Fae Kingdom, to me?"
"Excuse me, I'd like to challenge you to a match."
Lancelot made no show of it, only verbally declaring it.
Upon hearing Gawain, Gawain immediately tensed up, intending to stop Lancelot.
The result—from the moment Gawain opened his mouth to Lancelot rushing out, only 0.3 seconds had elapsed.
Lancelot had already sped off at supersonic speed.
However, her thrusting sword missed its mark.
0.3 seconds before Lancelot charged out, 0.02 seconds before Shirou had already moved.
He moved slightly faster Lancelot.
In terms of speed, it was only about one kilometer faster.