Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

At this point, Shuoyue simply gave up tasting them one by one and started outputting directly:

"The only thing that was cooked through today was the damn tuna sushi!"

"And Ritsuka, you are cooking rice, not rice soaked in tea!"

"Is this your scone, Diarmuid? I thought it was my projection of the Seven-fold Ring of Blazing Sky!"

"You're still asking what's so bad about your food? Enkidu can trigger a special attack just by stepping on your food. What do you think?"

"Master, what on earth is going on?"

Not long after Altria entered the room, she saw Sakutsuki jumping up and down and cursing. She couldn't help but shrink under the dining table and turned her head to ask Ritsuka and others who were lying with her.

"Ah, well..." Ritsuka scratched his head and smiled awkwardly but politely, "After all, Mr. Sakutsuki has become smaller, and the servants are very curious, so when Sakutsuki is busy in the kitchen, they all offered to help..."

But the problem is, apart from Tamamonomae and Kiyohime, two good wives and mothers, and Miyu who has been influenced by them since childhood, how can a group of heroic spirits who only know how to wield swords and guns know how to cook?

The result, of course, was that the more he helped, the more trouble he made, and Shuoyue's anger value went up as well, until finally it exploded like a powder keg, inflicting indiscriminate attacks on the hooligans present.

"Wow, I'm a waste..."

As he was talking, Illya, with a QAQ expression on her face, burst into tears and fell into Ritsuka's arms, sobbing: "Onii-chan said that I put too much oil in it, and asked if I cooked the Gilgamesh armor... By the way, what kind of annoying ghost is Gilgamesh?!"

Before Lixiang could say anything to comfort her, Shuoyue's voice rang out again in the small kitchen:

"I just made it! Such a big table! Food!!!!"

"Eh? Wait, that's weird..." Cu Chulainn, who was in charge of guarding the table to prevent people from eating secretly, was stunned. He never expected that just because he was distracted by laughing at Kojiro's joke, several dishes on the table were eaten up!

Seeing Shuoyue rolling up his sleeves and walking towards him aggressively, Gou Ge couldn't help but panic:

"Um, Shuoyue? Brother Shuoyue, please listen to my explanation..."

With a 'slap' sound, Shuoyue jumped onto the dining table and slapped two thick slices of bread in his hand on Cu Chulainn's face:

"Tell me, what are you?!"

For some reason, Cu Chulainn also understood Shuoyue's ridicule. He looked away with cold sweat and said in a sad tone:

"I'm... a silly sandwich."

"Puchi." Daimao, who was lying under the table, laughed out loud. Ritsuka turned his head and saw the rice crumbs at the corner of her mouth.

"Um... Miss Altria, how long have you been here?"

"Well, just a moment, not a few minutes?" Because of the punishment, Altria was very honest.

Can you finish four or five dishes in a few minutes?

Ritsuka was sweating profusely, but the shrunk Sakutsuki didn't care and said angrily:

"Hey, whether you are Altria or Mordred, tell me, did you cheat on me?"

[Penalty content: contestants are only allowed to tell the truth and must answer any questions they are asked]

Despicable! You actually forced me to show up in this way!

A certain aho-man under the table was startled, and quickly covered his mouth and tried to escape from the kitchen. However, as soon as he stood up, his mouth began to move uncontrollably:

"It's not that I don't have any! I just saw there was food on the table, and... ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Amidst her screams of pain, Altria's pretty face was pinched. Shuoyue pinched her face without mercy, threw the glutton out of the kitchen, and slammed the door.

"From now on, no British servants or dogs are allowed in!"

They actually shot all the British servants... Ritsuka, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, raised his head slightly and looked up at Sakutsuki who had his hands on his hips and a look of displeasure on his face. He suddenly found it extremely interesting.

Compared to the unspeakably calm Shuoyue who wore a Hawaiian shirt, the impetuous little boy now has a different flavor.

"You are deliberately messing with me, aren't you?"

Someone's frantic voice echoed in the yard. Perhaps a little red dragon could calm the angry Shuoyue, but it was a pity that she didn't even have time to watch the show secretly, so how could she take the initiative to stop the commotion.

Ahem, to summarize, today's lunch was delayed for about two hours due to various reasons. During this time, many servants ate the dishes that they or others "carefully" prepared, which caused a commotion... Of course, that's a story for later.

After lunch, Shuoyue, who had finally escaped from the misery of the kitchen, found Altria hiding somewhere on the island.

"Although it's old-fashioned, this kind of heart-to-heart talk is essential for you, right?"

"Hey, Shuo, Lord Shuoyue?"

The woods stand beside a winding stream. The treetops are dense but not cramped. When the wind blows, the treetops sway slightly, actually drawing an emerald green sea on the clear stream.

Even though there are occasional bird calls and the sound of brooks hitting rocks, the scenery itself is still, like beautiful amber mixed with green and sky blue.

The blonde girl took off her armor, sat on the bluestone in the stream, and stared at the endless sky and clouds in a daze.

When Shuoyue followed the magic trail to find Altria, the breeze just happened to blow up her long hair, and the scenery came alive, reflected in the girl's holy blue eyes, sparkling.

He came to her side quietly and sat down.

"Lord Shuoyue?" Immersed in her own world, Artoria didn't react until then and was shocked. "How did you find me?"

Because of the punishment, she and Mordred fled the camp tacitly after lunch, for fear that they would be framed and their little secret would be leaked.

"Are you relaxing here alone, my king?" Shuoyue did not answer the question, but smiled and said, "If you have any troubles in your heart, you might as well talk to me - for example, your feelings towards Mordred?"

Because this was not a question, Artoria was able to think for a moment, then shook her head and gave an answer:

"I have no idea."

Curling up and hugging her legs, Dai Mao, who looked like a young girl, looked into the distance. Although she didn't feel cold in her swimsuit, she looked a little more fragile. "Sir Mordred... Although she is my child in name, I have always regarded her as a Knight of the Round Table. There is no family affection between us."

"It's a great idea to keep your public and private affairs separate." Shuoyue first praised him, then said, "It's true that you are perfect in public affairs, but what about private affairs?"

"Have you had a serious conversation with Mordred in private?"

The fool sandwich is a funny meme. The English name is, which means fool sandwich. The word "fool" means "sandwich". The combination of "fool" and "sandwich" is a funny meme. It first appeared in European and American food variety shows. The method used by the chef when scolding the apprentice is to sandwich the two sides of the bread on the left and right sides of the person's face and ask him what he is. His answer is "what are you".

Chapter 370: The Living King Arthur and Avalon

Chapter 371: The Living King Arthur and Avalon

Reality is not a game.

In the game, as long as you add a character to the team, the bond points will continue to increase even without him appearing on the team, but the reality is different.

Without dialogue, communication, and heart-to-heart exchange, how can you expect to gain greater understanding of each other?

Even if he looked up at that glory, what the knight named Mordred saw was nothing more than a knight king who was so glorious that he had no humanity at all.

Did Xiao Mo know that Altria has a strong personality? Did he know that she dreams of little lions? Did he know that although she has the protection of the lake spirit, she is not actually very good at swimming?

When the ideal Knight King deviates from the reality, which one should she overthrow and which one should she trust?

"I think I understand what you mean, Lord Shuoyue." Altria glanced at Shuoyue without much emotion, but her tone was slightly bleak.

"It's just that while I was alive...I didn't have that kind of time."

Fighting wars, handling government affairs, resolving disasters, and raising troops again... the so-called life of King Arthur is nothing more than these factors, leaving no room for any leisure time.

"I understand." As the king's chef, Shuoyue naturally knew this, but this was not what he wanted to say.

"I mean, what about now? A thousand years later, when I was summoned by Chaldea to meet Mordred?"

Shuoyue turned his head, and looked at the "girl" quietly with his golden eyes.

"Even though I know of her existence, I still keep my distance and don't meet her. King, is this your choice?"

This was the doubt that the Knights of the Round Table had about the King. Even if she was not punished, Artoria could not ignore this question. However, her answer was still weak.

"I...can't answer that."

Looking at the helpless Altria, Shuoyue once again felt how complicated the relationship between her and Mordred was. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Is it because of what Mordred said? The words that he hated the Knight King the most? If so, I think I can explain it..."

"No, it's not because of this reason, Lord Shuoyue." Artoria sighed slightly, "I admit that I was sad at the time, but after calming down, I also understood what Lord Mordred meant."

"Oh?" The slightly rising ending tone expressed Shuoyue's distrust. Artoria glanced at him with a bit of reproach, her pretty face slightly red, but she still stammered:

"The Knight King she was talking about was the me who sat on the throne without any emotions... not the 'real' me, right? In other words, Sir Mordred was speaking in a sarcastic way. What she meant was that she liked me, liked me..."

"You like King Arthur and Altria, right?" Shuoyue laughed. "No wonder he ran into the kitchen to steal food at noon. It seems that our king still has some good points..."

"What do you mean, Lord Shuoyue!" Feeling a subtle regret, Artoria puffed up her cheeks and, taking advantage of her rare height advantage, pressed a palm on Shuoyue's head. "Ah, after all, I am King Arthur. You dared to kick me out of the kitchen. Isn't that a bit too much of a violation of your authority?"

"Ha, there are only cooks and apprentices in the kitchen. Even if you are the Knight King, you are good for nothing except being fed!"

"What?! Lord Shuoyue, Shuoyue! Did you accidentally say something hurtful?"

"Ahahaha, I'm still a kid...don't hit me in the face!"

Birds fly away in the woods, and ripples on the stream fall on the golden sunlight, creating dreamy sparkles.

After the commotion, Shuoyue, whose hair was as messy as a chicken coop, sat on a stone, staring at Daimao who was satisfied with resentment, and continued the topic with a sullen face:

"Since you understand Mordred's true intentions, why don't you communicate with her properly? Is it because she destroyed the Round Table?"

"Not really, Lord Shuoyue." Hearing this, Artoria shook her head and said frankly, "You also know that I am a Servant, a record of the Throne of Heroes, right?"

"Of course, what's wrong?"

"But do you remember the Knight King who once fought shoulder to shoulder with you on the battlefield in Fuyuki City to compete for the Holy Grail? She is the real body."

Shuoyue was startled, but found that Altria had turned her head for some reason, her holy blue eyes staring at him steadily.

"Of course I won't forget it, but suddenly I bring this up, could it be that..."

"Well, you are worthy of being Lord Shuoyue. It seems that you have understood."

Her slender legs sank into the water, and Altria looked away, letting the current sway her slightly.

"Regarding Mordred's affairs, I have no say, because I am at best just a reflection of the king. The true conclusion can only be given after the real body meets Mordred."

Wow!

The rippling water waves were violently disturbed, and the boy stood up from the bluestone and grabbed Altria's shoulders urgently and even roughly:

"So... Artoria, are you still alive? Didn't you return the holy sword and go to the utopia to fall asleep?"

Are you really looking forward to my death, Shuoyue..."

"answer my question!"

Faced with Shuoyue's inappropriate questioning, although Altria felt surprised, she still answered honestly.

"Yes, at least before I came here, my memory of my original body was that I was in Avalon, with the magician Merlin. Ah, Merlin is..."

"He's just an old liar." Shuoyue interrupted Altria's introduction and rolled his eyes unhappily. His emotions had returned to normal. "Let me think about it... In other words, after letting go of your obsession, you didn't choose to end this life, but called Merlin to take you to Avalon?"

What kind of weird development is this? Although in the perfect ending of FSN, Shirou did go to the inner sea of ​​stars with the help of Merlin and met Altria in Avalon, that ending had no cause and effect, and there were only two sentences in the whole story. It can be said that the producer set the ending simply to give back to the players... There is no reference value at all.

What's more, there was no Shirou in the Fourth War, and Sakutsuki didn't think he could be as a protagonist as Shirou, making the legendary King Arthur fall in love with him at first sight in just a few days. As the number one poster girl, Daimo was not as passionate and unrestrained as a certain Rose Emperor, who liked someone just because he said he liked someone...

So, what's going on?

"I know your doubts, but please don't say it out loud, Lord Shuoyue." Before Shuoyue asked, Altria stopped him from talking and shook her head seriously, "At least let me keep this matter a secret."

"Oh... okay." Shuoyue nodded blankly, and heard Altria continue speaking.

"There is one more thing, Lord Shuoyue... can you return to your original form?"

"I really can't hide anything from you."

Shuoyue smiled bitterly, but still snapped his fingers obediently. The lake was filled with platinum light. The outline of the child gradually changed, turning into a tall and upright young man. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the beauty beside him gently.

Before Shuoyue could say anything, his shoulders felt heavy. In the young man's astonished eyes, the blonde girl in the swimsuit relaxed her body, turned sideways, and gently leaned on his shoulder.

“My King…?!”

"Shh... Please be quiet, Lord Shuoyue."

Closing her eyes and feeling the sense of security brought by the snuggle, Altria spoke softly, like a dream.

"At least for now, please lend me your shoulder..."

So Shuoyue shut up and asked no more questions.

As the king's chef, how could he refuse the request?

Quietly blocking out the restlessness of the imaginary shadow, the handsome young man had a serene expression, his gaze was distant and deep as he looked into the distance, and he was humming a soothing tune softly.

Leaning on his shoulder, the golden king raised the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Only occasionally, she could be heard whispering.