Connor's Hogwarts

"Saber, let me hug you, just for a moment, a hug~"

"Please allow me to refuse, Master, please respect yourself!"

"Please, let me hug you, this is the request of my life!"

"Your lifetime request has been used before! Don't come here again! Otherwise I will draw my sword!"

…

The above is probably the truth about the "chasing and playing" that Ivan saw.

"What does it matter if you let me hug you? I've already explained to you that you are a painting I drew, and everything about you belongs to me! Mine!" A single artist jumped in anger.

Connor regrets it now, very much. In order to "restore" King Du Mao to the greatest extent, he gave this painting too much knowledge.

Coupled with the fact that I was in the "brain overclocking" state of the Fuling Elixir at the time, God knows what I was thinking at the time. The result of randomly adding settings was that the stupid hairy king in front of me now has a false memory. .

She was convinced that she was King Arthur himself, and she also said that she would rely on the power of the Holy Grail to save her country and her people...

It can be said that this stupid hairy king has a very high purity, it is simply perfect!

but…

"Master, please put away these dirty thoughts. We have formed a contract because of our common goal. I don't want my master to be a despicable person. What you do goes against the way of a knight!"

Da Mao Wang held up her sword in the stone and was on strict guard against Connor. Her expression was very serious, as if you dared to move, I would cut him with my sword.

TMD, why, is my paper man Crystal Palace about to end before it even begins! ! ?

Connor raised his hands helplessly and sighed: "Okay, okay, let's calm down and have a good talk first, okay? You don't have to be on guard against me all the time. You haven't slept all day, aren't you tired?" "

Ordinary magic paintings may not need to rest, but Connor didn't know whether a magic painting with a soul needed to sleep.

Connor finished painting the night before yesterday and fell into a coma without jumping a few times. When he woke up yesterday, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw King Dumao guarding him with a sword.

Connor was very moved and decided to take good care of his work. Then he got up from the ground and asked Coco to buy precious magic materials in order to frame the painting properly.

But when Connor saw the almost blank scroll, he realized that he hadn't painted the background for Saber's portrait. It turned out that just painting the portrait exhausted all his magic power.

So Connor worked hard to draw the matching background picture "Lakeside of Avalon". In the end, it was cut off again due to excessive consumption of magic power (or because he was too weak recently). When Connor fell from the floor for the second time It was already the third day when I woke up.

After Connor woke up, he only had a small wish, which was to hug his paper figurine wife, or even use a knee pillow. But now it seems that his small wish may not be realized.

The sword in the stone in Saber's hand slowly dissipated. She mastered the ability of the magic painting, but she herself thought it was the power summoned by the servant...

"Master, now that you have calmed down, we should really discuss the next plan."

Connor, who dug a hole to bury himself, walked to the sofa nearby, collapsed on it, and sighed helplessly: "Saber, don't you understand? You are really just a painting I drew. There is no Holy Grail in this world. The war, your memories... were made up by me."

The stupid king frowned and sat on the sofa on the other side of Connor, his back straight: "Master, haven't you woke up yet? Whether it's the command spell on the back of your hand or the connection between us, This has proven the fact that I am the servant you summoned, we don’t have time to joke anymore!”

"..." Connor raised his hand and looked at the mark left by Gryffindor, and for a moment he didn't know how to complain.

"It's okay if you misunderstood the command spell on my hand. What do you mean by the connection between us? Are you just my painting? We shouldn't have a deeper relationship?"

Connor was a little confused and almost thought he was really going to fight the Holy Grail War.

"? I can feel you providing me with strength. Isn't this proof of the contract between us?" King Da Mao said with a frown.

"Where does this weird power come from? You obviously only need magic power... uh, wait..."

Connor was suddenly stunned and asked in confusion: "What power am I providing you? Isn't it magic power?"

There was a moment of confusion in King Da Mao's eyes. Connor was familiar with this expression. This is the "thinking time" that occurs when the people in the painting encounter situations "outside the setting". They will deduce a situation based on their own memory. Answer the question with a logical answer, just like Mandy's little...grandmother.

"This is the power of existence you provide me, I can feel it."

"Hiss--" Connor took a breath of air. He was sure that his magic painting did not have any weird functions such as the power of existence. So, does the scene happening now mean that... this is the soul of an angel? The effect of fragments!

Did King Da Mao inherit the ability of angels to transform emotions? !

Because I am the only one who knows about Saber's existence in this world, is that why she feels the weak connection between me and her? !

It's very simple to verify this problem. Just let more people know Saber and observe her changes. Don't worry about this yet...

"Okay, okay, let's forget about this. In fact, it's very simple to prove that you are a painting..." Connor shook his head, picked up the "Lakeside of Avalon" painting from the side, and said:

"You just go inside."

"Isn't this a painting?" King Da Mao frowned.

"Yes, this is your birth point." Connor nodded.

"I don't believe it." Saber shook her head, walked over, and stretched out her hand towards the drawing paper: "How could I be...ah!"

"..."

Seeing Saber being sucked back by the drawing paper, Connor shrugged, held the drawing paper flat, turned it over and shook it vigorously. The stupid hairy king fell out of the drawing a little embarrassed.

She took a few steps back warily, and said a little at a loss: "This... what kind of magic is this!"

"This is the fact, my dear Saber, you are my work. I created you and gave you feelings and memories... In fact, as long as you think about it seriously, you will find that your [memories] are just castles in the air. It cannot withstand scrutiny, because it is just a vague memory that I imagined, do you understand?"

"..." Saber was silent. She tried to remember. She remembered that she pulled out the sword in the stone and became King Arthur, she thought of Guinevere and Lancelot, and she thought of Mordred...

But all of these are just vague impressions, and even the regret I felt when I made the wish seemed... so unreal.

Saber closed her eyes: "I understand..."

"Huh~ As long as you understand, come and hug me..."

"You summoned my soul that was left in Avalon and imprisoned it in this body, right? In order to achieve your ulterior purpose, right!?" Saber suddenly pulled out her long sword and pointed it at Connor :

"The king's dignity cannot be offended! Since you are not a contractor who has the same goal as me, then you are my enemy. Draw your sword and let's have a battle between warriors!"

"???" Is there something wrong with this kid? !

"Stop! Stop!" Connor raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He held it in for a long time, and countless complaints were combined into one sentence: "I am not a warrior, I am a wizard, and I am not yet fourteen years old, I am still a child!"

"..."

"..."

The room was suddenly as quiet as death. After a long time, Saber put down her sword and turned her head a little embarrassed: "Huh... I'm sorry, it's against the way of a knight to draw a sword at women and children. I didn't notice you... It turns out you are so young. .”

"..." Connor felt that his dignity had been insulted. He took a deep breath and said: "Saber, no, Artoria, I think you need to understand one thing. It was not me who summoned you, but I created you."

"You just created my current body, but I can feel that my soul is not integrated with this body. I am Artoria Pendragon. I am not anyone's creation."

"..." This... Sure enough, a painting with a soul is more personal? Connor never knew that talking to his own paintings could be so tiring.

"Forget it, whatever you want..." Connor gave up the struggle: "I must tell you, the historical King Arthur was a man."

"I have always considered myself a king as a man. It is normal for future generations to misunderstand this."

"There is no such thing as a Holy Grail War in this world. It was all my fault."

"...It should be so. I shouldn't have unrealistic illusions about holy objects that can fulfill any wish."

"..." Yes, yes, everything can be solved by you, you are King Arthur himself, right? Conago You slumped on the sofa, feeling very tired.

"By the way...Master, what era is it now?"

"It is now 1991, and King Arthur's dynasty has been destroyed for nearly fifteen hundred years."

"Yes...yeah..." Saber looked a little disappointed. She really thought of herself as King Arthur...

"The place you are in now is England. You see, so many years have passed. Britain without King Arthur is not much worse. So even the king is just the dust of history in the end. In the face of ruthless time, human beings All your worries become ridiculous..."

Connor glanced at Du Mao, wondering if the king in front of him also had a negative desire to "return to the time of choosing the king." He was trying to make things too real, and he really shot himself in the foot.

"You are right. The power of human beings is so small. It has been so many years, and probably no one cares about the things I care about now. Now that I know that everything I have done is in vain, then my existence What else does it mean?”

Seeing that a certain idiot's thoughts were about to go to another extreme, Connor hadn't figured out how to deal with it when suddenly

"Gu-gu——" (this is the sound of stomach growling)

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The silly king blushed and stuttered: "Isn't this body a painting? Why do I still feel hungry?!"

"Ahem, this, this is my setting. When you don't have enough magic power, you will... Haha, this is actually quite cute, isn't it?" Connor scratched his head with a smile, and even felt a little proud.

"What kind of messy and strange setting is this!"

"You've been alive for two days. It's normal to have insufficient magic power. Don't worry, your stomach won't growl when your magic power is full."

Saber was silent for a while, and finally looked away: "Then I'm hungry, no, what should I do now that I don't have enough magic power?"

"Of course we need to replenish magic power!" Connor said seriously: "As we all know, wizards' body fluids contain magic power, so let's replenish magic power! Saber!"

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I fell asleep while typing words last night==Sorry.