The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

=======================I am the dividing line to switch back to reality==================== =

Is it just a dream?

Opening my eyes, I covered my own eyes, who was stinged by the morning light, and exhaled heavily.

Tsk...Although it was the past of Lancelot, who was a Servant in the dream... But I didn't expect that it would involve King Arthur who was obviously summoned as Saber in this war.

Really, that appearance is too deceptive, right?

If it weren't for Lancelot's dream, I think I would probably recognize Saber as the "Saint" Joan of Arc.

However, in this case, it would explain why Lancelot was lost for a while last night.

After all, suddenly facing the king he once served, no matter who it is, will he shake?

"Ahhh...it seems to be in a troublesome situation..."

Slowly getting up from the bed, I walked into the washing room on the other side of the room-the entire Liudong Temple, except for the bathroom on the side of the outer corridor, all the toilets in the room did not supply hot water.

Although taking a cold shower early in the winter is more self-abuse, it is more necessary for me now.

After all, too much happened last night, and I need a slightly clearer mind to sort out my thoughts.

"Amamiya, are you awake?"

Along with the rhythmic knock on the door, Lancelot's voice rang outside the door.

"Yeah. Come in."

Wearing a bathrobe and wiping his hair and walking back to the room, Lancelot just opened the door and walked in with one hand holding the plate of steaming breakfast.

"What time is it?"

When I walked back to the bed and re-entered the warm bed, I let out a long sigh, and I became sober.

Lancelot came over, took the simple bed table beside the bed and put it down on the bed, then put down the dinner plate: "It's not too late, it's just after nine o'clock."

"It was a bit late compared to what I expected. I thought I would wake up at half past eight."

I complained a little depressed, "That dead woman started really hard..."

"Miss Lancer probably doesn't want to get you into trouble."

Lancelot's gentle voice sounded beside me, and at the same time a towel covered my wet hair and wiped it with quite gentle force.

"Um... Actually I think that guy is more likely to avenge his personal revenge..."

I curled my lips, "Can you bring me the laptop? It's a rare Sunday, I really don't want to get out of bed."

Lazy is lazy.

——Actually, you have taken Lancelot's good temper to be your almighty nanny, right?

Cut, not convinced.If you have the ability, you can call one back and use it.

——You who have been summoned to Lancelot after taking advantage of the spiritual veins and holy relics are also ashamed to say...

Aha, this is called RP, RP...

——I didn’t say...Do you still have RP?

Convex =.=|||

"I'll bring you the notebook later. Let's finish breakfast first."

In response to my request, Lancelot, who had already wiped my hair half dried, smiled a good temper, and after putting down the towel in his hand, his eyes fell on the head of my bed and stopped moving.

"Ok?"

I was eating breakfast. I was a little surprised what Lancelot was looking at. After turning around, I found that it was the night before, because I knew Lancelot’s identity and found it out. Later I was too sleepy so I didn’t turn two pages. The "Biography of King Arthur" put down.

"Why did Amemiya think of reading this kind of book?"

Sitting casually on the head of the bed where I moved part of it, Lancelot picked up the book and turned two pages before speaking.

"After all, I met the genuine Knight King last night. Is it normal to be curious?"

I shrugged, "It's just that after knowing that the famous King Arthur is actually a woman, although I didn't read much content, I felt really awkward when I remembered it."

In addition to the dream that was achieved only above, this feeling of violation is even more serious.

"For us as king knights. Regardless of gender, king is a myth."

Closing the book, Lancelot let out a sigh of relief and put the book back, "However, although it seems that the king seems to be easy to understand...but, I always feel that I have never really understood the king.

"Speaking of which, Lance, can you ask a question?"

Unexpectedly, recalling that morning dream again, I turned my head to look at Lancelot.

"what's up?"

"That King Arthur's princess, what is Guinevere like?"

After carefully recalling it, I discovered that although the figure of the princess always appeared in the dream, it was strange that it did not leave any impression on me except for the name.

This is very unreasonable.

"Guinee... Vale?"

Lancelot opened his mouth. When he seemed to want to say something, he just sighed slightly and shook his head, "I don't know what to say about her..."

"Ah? How come..."

Because of Lancelot's specious answer, I was a little depressed.

Although I am not a person who likes gossip... But, Lancelot, do you know that your vagueness is very exciting!

"What does Amemiya think of Guinevere?"

Looking up at me, Lancelot whispered.

"Me?"

After being stunned by his rhetorical question, I could only shrug my shoulders, "To be honest, I only have this concept for Guinevere. But... if you think of King Arthur, you really are a man. As for women, then I can only say that she... really has a hard life."

"hard……"

As if chewing my words, Lancelot's eyes drooped slightly, "Why does Amemiya say that?"