It turns out that my youth story is fgo!

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next meeting.

"Anyway, this is just a notice!" After all her enthusiasm was exhausted, Eriri began to feel uncomfortable again. She twisted her hair to cover her face, "You won't refuse this too!"

The blonde girl held her chin high, as if she would fight you to the death if you dared to refuse.

"... No."

The Knight King, who looked more noble and dignified under the moonlight, smiled, and he himself didn't even know how gentle his smile was.

Is he moved?

That's only natural, but he can't decide on this yet.

"It's my honor to be the protagonist of Eriri's comics."

"So, Eriri, do you have anything else to say?"

Eriri was in disbelief and stunned. Didn't this guy have anything else to say? She's like this... Ah, this bastard!

"No!" The girl gritted her teeth, wishing she could bite off a piece of flesh from Arthur.

"So are you going home now?"

"Yes!" The girl was furious.

"So," the blond young man stood there, the silver moonlight covering him with a layer of radiance, "Do I have the honor to take you home?"

"No... eh?" Eriri finally reacted to Arthur's words. She was moved, right? She must be.

"Whatever!" Eriri turned her head away, looking like she didn't want to talk to him, "Anyway, your feet are on your body."

Ah, Eriri, what are you doing! The golden-haired loser wailed in his heart.

But if he could always be frank, this wouldn't be Eriri.

"Well, let's go then." Arthur said with great tolerance.

The Knight King took off his weapons, the blue silver armor dissipated, revealing his usual daily clothes, but his perfect figure and noble temperament made him look like a prince in anything he wore.

"I wanted to ask before." Eriri came over curiously, "Your armor..."

"It's made of magic." Arthur answered in a gentle voice, "You can summon it like this whenever you need it."

"Ah, that's really convenient. Can magic also transform other clothes?"

"Yes."

Wait, Eriri's eyes suddenly became strange. Is Arthur's clothes real or made of magic? If it is made of magic, doesn't it mean that he is actually wearing nothing?

Impure book artist Hakumu Eri's mind suddenly had a large number of impure pictures, and her face suddenly turned red as if steam had been smoked.

"Eriri?" The young man next to her didn't notice her thoughts at all, and was still so humble and polite.

"Stupid, stupid!" Eriri covered her red face, "Don't talk to me now!"

Arthur didn't understand, so he just nodded: "Okay."

Eriri patted her cheek and finally recovered.

Well, she is too impure TAT.

It cannot be said that Eriri is a shy girl. After all, Hakumu Eriri may have drawn more books than some people have read. It's just that when she thinks that the target is Arthur, King Arthur, and brings that perfect face into it... the whole person is not good!

Who says girls don't like beauty! In fact, the pursuers of handsome men may be more fanatical and more numerous than those of beautiful women.

And Arthur has a status bonus. That is King Arthur, the legendary eternal king of Great Britain. Which girl can refuse to have a relationship with him?

Even if it is only for a short time, even if there is no good ending in the end, there will be more people willing to throw themselves into the fire than the stars in the sky.

But, I am afraid that few people can really get close to him.

Thinking of this, Eriri's mood fell again.

Yes, being gentle to everyone is actually alienating everyone. It seems to be very close, but it is actually farther than anyone else. Arthur, no, King Arthur is such a person.

I get angry just thinking about this!

"Hmph!"

Iriri forced out a syllable from her nose.

"?" Arthur was a little confused, "Iriri?"

"I told you not to talk to me!" Let her stay angry for another ten minutes, no, five minutes!

However, the journey home was much shorter than Iriri imagined, and soon they arrived at the door of Iriri's house.

Arthur stepped forward and wanted to press the doorbell, but was stopped by Iriri, who looked guilty.

"Shh!" Iriri raised her index finger, looking nervous, "I actually sneaked out, anyway..."

Iriri pointed to her room on the second floor, and her voice became smaller and smaller: "Can you take me back quietly?"

Woo, I will definitely be scolded if my mother sees me.

Arthur

He curved his eyebrows and said, "It's an honor to serve you."

"Well... eh, um." He suddenly flew into the air, and Eriri quickly covered his mouth that almost screamed, and his blue eyes stared at Arthur's jaw without blinking.

Easily holding the blonde girl horizontally, Arthur lowered his head and smiled gently, "Don't be afraid."

Then he jumped lightly, without seeing him exert any strength, and he easily crossed the wall. With another jump, he landed on the balcony in front of Eriri's room, silently.

Eriri stretched out her arms to wrap around his neck, and the blonde girl put her cheek against his chest.

Ah, even if she couldn't hear her heartbeat, at this moment, she felt that they were so close.

The French window on Eriri's balcony was open, and Arthur just held Eriri and put her on the bed.

Eriri sat up on the bed, and her beautiful eyes stared at Arthur.

There was an inexplicable atmosphere between the two.

"Eri?"

A female voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Mom!" Eriri answered quickly, and she signaled Arthur with her eyes, and Arthur quickly turned into a spirit.

Eriri's face changed, but she still had to answer Mrs. Sawamura first.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Eri, you're here." Mrs. Sawamura's first sentence revealed her understanding of Eriri, "Sorry, Eriri, it's not that I don't allow you to go out, but you know now that it's really dangerous outside."

"Your father is also worried about you, and he also took a lot of pressure from the last incident."

"I know, Mom."

"I'm the daughter of a diplomat, and I have to maintain my father's image."

Eri's voice was low.

That's right, if she didn't have a diplomat father, she might have been interrogated or at least monitored after the previous demon pig incident.

"Eri, no matter what, we love you."

Mrs. Sawamura's voice was gentle: "You must be a happy and happy child. This is also our greatest expectation for you."

"... I love you too, Mom."

After a while, Mrs. Sawamura left, and the room returned to its previous silence.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the window, illuminating the room where only Eriri was.

"Are you gone?"

Eri bit her lower lip tightly, tears could not help falling, "Just gone like that? Idiot, I didn't ask you to leave, I just asked you to hide for a while, idiot!"

The blonde girl clutched the bed sheet tightly, tears falling down. As long as she was not an enemy, she would not be able to see this scene without being soft-hearted.

Arthur sighed and re-materialized.

"I'm not gone, Eriri."

Eri, who was still crying, froze in place. She quickly wiped away her tears with her arm, and her eyes were red.

"I'm not doing this because of you, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Don't get me wrong, do you understand?"

"Okay."

"You..."

Being stuck in the air by Arthur's obedience, Eriri was furious. There was nothing she could do. The only person she was familiar with before, Tomoya Aki, was not Arthur's character!

"... Forget it."

Finally, looking at the knight's gentle eyes, Eriri still couldn't say anything hurtful.

"The person just now was my mother."

Eriri suddenly said.

"Don't get me wrong, we are friends after all. I know the legend of King Arthur, and I also know your background. It's not fair that you don't know me at all."

Arthur nodded in a good temper.

"My father is British and my mother is Japanese."

Eriri sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her cheek against her knees, her profile quiet and gentle.

"Dad met Mom because he liked Neon's otaku culture, and they fell in love, and finally stayed here as a diplomat."

"So they are very tolerant of my love for ACG and otaku, and I have always been very happy."

"Or, it is because of parents like them that I was raised.

The blonde girl has the blonde hair and blue eyes of a British person, but her facial features and skin are all soft like those of Asia.

She smiled at Arthur, as if she was shining.

"After all, I am Sawamura Spencer Eriri."

The combination of the surnames of the two countries is the embodiment of the love between the two sides.

The wind blew.

It was not the wind from the window, but the breeze that brushed through the heart and body of Arthur Pendragon.