Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

That was the "Life Simulator·Fairy Britain 0.2beat Beta" in front of him.

Although the words "0.2beat beta" followed by his own system plug-in are somewhat abstract, which makes Guinevere wonder whether his system is the embarrassing system of Hedgehog Cat, but in any case, he can do it after all. If it is loaded successfully, you have won too much.

Although it is just a virtual simulator that cannot interfere with reality, since it can simulate what will happen in the future, that means that he can use this simulator to continuously simulate what will happen in the future to find out for himself A perfect future strategy that can help you get a promotion and raise your salary, marry a heroic wife, and reach the top of your life!

Rounding things off, isn’t that a painless upgraded version of RE0 protagonist Natsuki Subaru’s return from Goldfinger’s death? !

Guinevere seemed to have seen a bright future waving to him.

Moreover, this simulator can not only simulate the future, it can also obtain various rewards through simulation. And before the first simulation, Guinevere has already drawn one for himself among the ten consecutive novices. There are some unspeakable rewards.

Thinking like this, Guinevere temporarily moved his eyes away from the cute little C-dull in the light screen and turned to his own character interface that shone with golden light:

[Note: Although the judging criteria of this system are very similar to those of a certain game, they adopt completely different underlying logic. Players are advised not to confuse the two. 】

[Apprentice Knight-Guinevere]

[Rarity: SSR]

【Strength: E】

【Agility: E】

[Durability: E]

[Magic: E]

【Lucky: A】

[Noble Phantasm: None]

[Character introduction: A human guard in Salisbury is unremarkable. Even so, he seems to have a mysterious past and huge potential buried in him]

[Inherent skills:]

[Skill 1·Growth: B]

[Because you are not a fairy or a heroic spirit that has stagnated growth since birth. As a human being, you have infinite possibilities ahead. Your various attributes can continue to grow through subsequent experiences, and you can acquire new skills and even treasure phantoms. . 】

[Skill 2·Alien knowledge: A]

[You are not a native resident of Britain. As a drifter from afar, you have some knowledge that does not belong to this era. This allows you to seize opportunities that others cannot seize and achieve achievements that others cannot achieve.]

[Skill 3·Endless Trial of the Undead: EX (Hidden Skill)]

[(The specific information of this skill cannot be known to anyone except you, and it will be reasonably disguised in front of others)]

[You can actively use this skill against any target. When this skill is activated, you will be able to challenge your opponent an unlimited number of times. If you die, the time will be reset back to before the battle.Until you win, or until you run out of faith]

Looking at the last skill he had just extracted, Guinevere's vision was a little complicated.

how to say.

Doesn’t the meaning of this skill mean that it can be saved in front of the BOSS room? !

.............................

[Skill 3·Intuition: A]

[Using intuition in battle, you can sense the enemy's attack and counterattack. In a sense, its sensitivity can be close to the level of predicting the future]

"Wow......"

After seeing the introduction of her new companion, Artoria couldn't help but click her tongue.

Although his basic attributes don't seem to be high, his three accompanying skills seem to be very strong.

"It feels so awesome...will he become a very amazing guy in the future?"

Thinking of this, another doubt quickly arose in Artoria's little mind:

Why would such a powerful guy take the initiative to become the companion of an inconspicuous goblin like me?

This question was not answered. In her sight, the simulation continued:

[After Guinevere joined the team, you continued to live a wandering life with him]

[As a result of being ridiculed by the Salisbury guards, you deluded yourself into thinking that maybe the big city was too early for you, so you started to try touring the villages]

[Except for your squire Guinevere, no one or goblin believes that you are the son of the prophecy. 】

[Even if you change many villages, you still repeat the process of being laughed at, being used, and being driven away]

[Because you have heard too many voices of goblins, you begin to feel confused and even desperate about this journey where there is no hope.]

[You begin to hate your inherent responsibilities and your identity as the "Son of the Prophecy"]

"..."

Looking at the words in the light curtain, Artoria's hand holding the staff slowly tightened, and her slender knuckles turned white from the exertion.

"Sure enough...will it still be like this?"

She whispered, shrugging her shoulders and head like a cat that had done something wrong.

At this moment, the screen flashed, and a new deduction appeared in the future:

[In March 2018 of the Queen's Calendar, as the position of the queen has been vacant for a long time, Woodworth, the lord of Oxford and the leader of the Fang clan, persuaded Gawain, the lord of Manchester and the goblin knight, to join him. The two sides joined forces and decided to unify goblin Britain by force. 】

[In May 2018 of the Queen's Calendar, Woodworth led an army to attack the northern town of Sheffield, demanding the surrender of the town lord Boggart, in order to achieve the complete unification of the Fang Clan]

[At this moment, you happened to be cruising to a village near Sheffield. After learning about this, you decided——]

[1. I have no melons in the rain—Ignore the war and continue your cruise]

[2. A gentleman does not stand behind dangerous walls—leave northern Britain immediately and go to an area without war]

[3. Balance exists among all things - try to help the weak Boggart resist Woodworth's coalition forces to build your own reputation]

【4. As a righteous person, I can’t just sit back and ignore it!If this continues, life will be ruined! ——Go to Camp Woodworth alone and try to persuade him to cease the war (note, this option has a high probability of causing your death)]

Looking at the options in front of her, Artoria fell silent.

Even with her not-so-outstanding brain, she knew that the third option was more appropriate at this time.

However, after watching her previous part of the simulation, for some reason she felt a little less interested in continuing the simulation.

In other words, not only this simulation game, but also her own so-called mission, she is now feeling more and more tired.

At this moment, the text on the light screen moved again:

[Because the player has not made a choice for too long, the simulator will make a choice based on the psychological state of the player character in the simulation]

[——The long period of cruising has made you feel more and more repelled and resistant to your mission, and you have also begun to feel confused about the meaning of your existence. 】

[Out of some self-destructive tendencies, you chose option 4]

[You go to Camp Woodworth alone and persuade Woodworth to stop the war. 】

[Woodworth recognized the identity of the son of your prophecy. 】

[——You were killed by Woodworth. 】

Looking at the words on the screen, Arturia fell silent.

"Ah...it's over like this."

"That's fine. It really suits the ending of a useless guy like me."

She spoke softly, but there was no emotion in her voice, and her expression was dull.

But at this moment, the picture in her eyes continued to change:

[Due to your death, you will no longer be able to interfere with this simulation. However, since your faction still has characters in action, the simulation will continue. 】

[Would you like to switch to Guinevere's perspective and continue watching the simulation? 】

"Eh?"

Seeing that line of words, Artoria's dull eyes suddenly regained some vitality.

Chapter 3 Become famous in one battle

[The lord you served, Artoria, has died]

"Huh? No, wait, ah? It's gone?"

Looking at the line of subtitles that popped up on the light screen, Guinevere's mentality exploded.

No, my little ancestor, we have endured humiliation and hardship for so long, and we have finally reached an important turning point. Why did you take the initiative to go to the People's Base Camp and give away someone's head?

You said that you would directly help the Boggarts to defend Sheffield at this time. Didn't your name and gold content as the Son of Prophecy be revealed?Doesn’t our situation open up?Why did you give it away at this time?

He has not been idle these days. When Arturia kept running into obstacles in various goblin villages, he had been desperately carrying out various trainings and constantly improving his character attributes.

Now he has upgraded all his attributes by at least one level, and with his own [Endless Trial of the Immortal], he can even touch the heroic spirits, and he is about to show off his power. Great career, and then saw his wife gone.

Looking at the gray heads in the team, Guinevere suddenly lost interest and didn't want to play anymore.

But...I feel a little unwilling to end it like this.

Fuck, Woodworth, right?

The revenge of killing his wife is irreconcilable!

Guinevere sat up again.

At least take away this bastard Woodworth before you die!

The simulation continues!

[After Artoria’s death, you were heartbroken and hid yourself and waited for an opportunity to take revenge]

[In May 2018 of the Queen's Calendar, Woodworth captured Sheffield, Lord Boggart of Sheffield died in battle, and Woodworth unified the Fang clan]

[In the same month, Aurora, Lord of Salisbury, announced that she would join Woodworth's coalition. At this point, Woodworth's power reached its peak]

[In order to gain the power to fight against Woodworth, you travel throughout Fairy Britain, looking for power you can use]

[In July 2018 of the Queen's Calendar, you arrived in the southwest of goblin Britain. Here, the human warrior Percival led like-minded humans and goblins to form a Round Table Army. Based on the long-abandoned city ruins of Londinion, they decided to create a A world where humans and fairies can coexist peacefully]

[You decide to join Londinion’s Round Table Army and use their power to take revenge]

[In order to prove yourself, you openly challenged Percival, the leader of the Round Table Army]

"...Percival."

Seeing the choice made by her only companion simulated on the light screen, Artoria opened her eyes slightly.

Even she had heard someone tell the legend of the owner of that name. He was a human who once challenged the fairy knight Lancelot in a royal tourney and escaped unscathed. According to rumors, he obtained the weapon held by the savior Ash. The chosen spear, known as the strongest human being in Britain.

At this moment, within the light curtain, both sides of the competition were already on stage.

On the moss-covered ruins of the city that had lost its former glory, under the eager gaze of countless people, a tall knight stood facing the wind.

No doubt, no anger, and a steady demeanor. Standing here is Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Not arrogant, not impetuous, with white armor and silver spear, this body is as immovable as a mountain.

That is the knight who is as honest as a fool, "Holy Spear" Percival.

"...Okay, so awesome!"

Even through the screen, Artoria seemed to be able to feel the pressure coming towards her.

Although Guinevere is very good, he does not seem to be the kind of person who is known for his martial arts. Can he win against Percival?

At some point, Arturia had clenched her little fists and was sweating for Guinevere.

At the same time, the light curtain twisted, and the scene on the other side of the stage finally came into Arturia's eyes.

"--what."

The moment she saw that figure clearly, Artoria couldn't help but let out a low breath.

It's not that that figure is so dazzling, on the contrary, compared with the white-armored knight on the opposite side who is almost blessed by an angel, Guinevere on the other side seems to have crawled out of the dust, covered with wind and frost, and in a miserable state. .

The shiny armor that had been carefully maintained and polished was now covered with scratches, and the flames of war had coated it with a layer of black ash that could not be wiped off, making it look like black armor.On top of the dusty cloak is a helmet that covers most of Guinevere's face, leaving only half of his face exposed. At this moment, the once sunny and cheerful face has also been weathered, Dry and cracked.

Even the big sword in his hand now looks like it has been covered with wounds, and there are still a lot of blood stains between the scratches on the sword that cannot be wiped off.

"how come......"

Artoria murmured.

At this moment, her only traveling companion looked completely different from the one she had seen before heading to Woodworth Camp.