The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

So what? Although my hands are really itchy to the point that I want to pick a certain hair, but considering that I'm on the street now, so... I really didn't hear anything, um.

======================I am the dividing line for switching scenes=====================

"Golden Rose" is an old hotel with a long history. In addition, since the Archbishop of Canterbury issued the summoning order, knights from all over the country have begun to run to London, so there has been a situation of full capacity-Gajrez used himself His family crest was barely reserved for a double room.

After finally comforting Gajeres, who was about to enter a violent state, and sending him to help me buy some fruit, I leaned against the bed in my hair and hugged Xiaobai.

{What are you thinking about?So lost...}

After scratching my legs and ears, Xiaobai sat on my stomach and yawned.

"Put most of the people's hopes on a certain person, and then let him take full responsibility... Is it right or wrong to do this?"

Playing with Xiao Bai's furry ears, I absently answered.

{How come you suddenly think of this kind of problem?

Raised his eyes and glanced at me, Xiao Bai, who lay down again, muttered, {Or what irritation have you received these days and started to convulse again?

"Probably I am really convulsing."

Xinzhi and Xiaobai couldn't discuss any answer, so I sighed and stopped talking.

In fact, I also know that in this era of personal heroism, it is very common and common to have this idea-because people are usually inert and go with the flow.

If no one is leading, as long as the current life can continue to fool around, then there will be no thinking about doing anything to change the current status quo.

And it’s a good thing to be led by someone, as long as you follow that leader, he will be responsible for any mistakes, and he has no responsibility.

In this state of mind, the birth of "heroes" is particularly important and natural.

However, no one has ever thought about the price of being a "hero".

Fighting heroic?Yes, because it is a hero!

Bloody sacrifice?It doesn't matter, because it is a hero!

Fragile and painful?Impossible, because it is a hero!

Made a mistake?Do not forgive, because it is a hero!

A simple sentence "because of being a hero" can cover up all the shadows.

Is this widely accepted idea really correct?

Although I know that this kind of thinking is as incomprehensible as the question of "survival or death" or "the chicken or the egg", but I still can't help thinking.

Then, I was even more confused.

——Didn’t I say, you can dig into this kind of problem, is it really a leisurely relationship?

Isn’t it a question of whether or not you can’t stubborn?

——I don’t think it’s a big deal.Since you are in this era, you must learn to live in the countryside and follow the customs.

Isn't that said?

——Otherwise, what else?Do you want to change this trend of thinking?It's your business to want to die, don't drag me down.

…Hey hello...you said this too rudely, right?

——Obviously you are asking for trouble and you mean to say!

Where is it?

-Where is it gone!

Thinking too much, thinking too much, my head aches.

So he put Xiao Bai, who was already dozing off, on the bed, got up and walked to the basin to wash his face.

But at the moment I lowered my head, I immediately fell into alert: "Who are you?"

Along with the faint magical fluctuations, a woman's figure clearly emerged from the water basin.

Her big black wavy hair and dark green eyes that looked like magical eyes. At first glance, she had a slightly similar outline to Altria's facial features. On the forehead, there was a blue-blue strange magic pattern like eyes.She was wearing a white robe that covered her whole body and embroidered with spell lines with blood-colored silk threads.

"It's really forgetful, Guinevere. You just forgot about me after not seeing me for a year?"

Deep dark green eyes staring straight at me, the woman curled her lips and showed a coquettish smile.

"..."

It seems... it's the mess left by my "predecessor".Merlin, you fellow, really will increase my workload.

I forcefully suppressed the urge to hold my forehead, sighed and decided to write down the account before talking.

"Although it may be a bit rude to say that. However, this lady, you should be the wrong person."

With my head down, I smiled at the miniature of the woman floating on the water.

"Ok?"

The eyebrows twitched, the woman took a close look at me, and then nodded, "It turns out that, although the body is roughly the same, the details have been modified by magic...Then the soul has now been replaced. Right?"

"You can still call me'Guinevere'."

Nodding slightly, I looked at the woman in a manner not considered rude, "May I ask, your name?"

"You can call me'Morgan', the eldest daughter of King Uther."

Raising her chin, the woman looked at me, "Although the inner part is already different, it doesn't make a difference. As long as you are'Guinevere', then there is no problem."

"This argument……"

I raised my eyebrows and asked my guess, "Did you have any agreement with the previous'Guineville'?"

"That old fellow Merlin, I should have already told you about'Arthur'... Haha, or should it be said that it was'Altria'?"

Instead of answering my question directly, Morgan asked me back.

"Yes. If it's Altria, I have indeed just met."

Because it was not clear what she was going to say, I just followed her.

"Do you think that kid can afford to be the king?"

"..."