Connor's Hogwarts

"Please, let me give you a hug, this is my lifelong request!"

"Your life's request has been used before! Don't come here again! Otherwise I will draw my sword!"

……

The above is probably the truth of "chasing and playing" that Ivan saw.

"What does it matter if you give me a hug? I have already explained to you that you are a painting I drew, and everything about you belongs to me! Mine!" A single dog painter jumped up angrily.

Connor is now regretful, very regretful, in order to "restore" King Dumao to the greatest extent, he has endowed this painting with too much knowledge.

In addition, I was in the "brain overclocking" state of Felicia at that time. God knows what I was thinking at the time. The result of random settings is that the dumb hairy king in front of me now has a false memory.

She is convinced that she is King Arthur himself, and she also said that she will save her country and her people by the power of the Holy Grail...

It can be said that the purity of this dumb hair king is very high, it is simply perfect!

but…

"Aster, please put away these nasty thoughts. We have formed a contract because of a common goal. I don't want my master to be a despicable bastard. What you have done is against the way of chivalry!"

King Dumao held up her sword in the stone and stood guard against Connor, with a very serious expression on her face, as if you dared to make a move and I would chop it off with a swing of the sword.

Td, why, is my paper man Crystal Palace coming to an end before it even started! ! ?

Connor raised his hands helplessly, and sighed, "Okay, okay, let's calm down and have a good talk, shall we? You don't have to be on guard against me all the time, you haven't slept all day, aren't you tired?"

Ordinary magic paintings may not need to rest, but Connor doesn't know whether magic paintings with souls need to sleep.

Connor finished drawing the painting the night before, and passed out before jumping a few times. When he woke up yesterday, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the Silly Hairy King guarding him with a sword.

Connor was very moved and decided to take good care of his painting. Then he got up from the ground and asked Coco to buy precious magic materials to frame the painting well.

But when Connor saw the almost blank scroll, he realized that he hadn't painted the background for Saber's portrait. It turned out that just drawing the portrait had exhausted his magic power.

So Connor tried his best to draw the matching background picture "Avalon's Lakeside", and finally it was broken again due to excessive consumption of mana (or his body was too weak recently). When Connor fell from the floor for the second time It was already the third day when I woke up.

After waking up, Connor only had one small wish, which was to hug his wife made of paper, or a knee pillow, but now it seems that his small wish may not be realized.

The sword in the stone in Saber's hand slowly dissipated, she possessed the ability of magic painting, but she herself thought it was the power summoned by the servant...

"Aster, now that you have calmed down, we should really discuss the next plan."

Connor, who dug a hole and buried himself, walked to the sofa beside him, collapsed on it, and sighed helplessly, "Saber, don't you understand? You are really just a picture I drew. There is no Holy Grail War in this world." , your memory...is fabricated by me."

King Dumao frowned, sat on the sofa on the other side of Connor, straightened his back, "Aster, are you still awake? Whether it's the command spell on the back of your hand or the connection between us. Proving the fact that I am the servant you summoned, we have no time for jokes!"

"..." Connor raised his hand to look at the imprint left by Gryffindor, and for a moment he didn't know how to complain.

"It's fine if you misunderstand the command spell on my back. What do you mean by the connection between us? Are you just my painting? We shouldn't have a deeper relationship yet?"

Connor was a little confused, almost thinking that he was really going to fight the Holy Grail War.

"? I can feel that you are providing me with strength. Isn't this the proof of our contract?" King Dumao said with a frown.

"Where did you get such a strange power, you obviously only need magic power...uh, wait..."

Connor froze suddenly, and asked in surprise, "What power am I providing you? Isn't it magic power?"

Connor is familiar with this expression. This is the "thinking time" that will appear when the people in the painting encounter situations "outside the settings". They will deduce a situation based on their own memories. Answer questions with logical answers, just like Mandy's little...grandmother.

"This is the power of existence you provided me, I can feel it."

"Hiss—" Connor sucked in a breath of air. He was sure that his magic painting didn't have such weird functions as the power of existence, so does this scene now mean that... this is the soul of an angel? Fragmentation effect!

Could it be that King Dumao inherited the angel's ability to transform emotions? !

Because only I know the existence of Saber in this world, so

Was she the only one who felt the faint connection between me and her? !

It's very simple to verify this problem, just let more people know Saber, and then observe her changes, don't worry about this...

"Okay, okay, let's ignore that, in fact, it's very easy to prove that you are a painting..." Connor shook his head, picked up the "Avalon's Lakeside" painting from the side, and said

"You just have to go inside."

"Isn't this a painting?" Dumbao Wang frowned.

"Yes, this is your birth point." Connor nodded.

"I don't believe it." Saber shook her head, walked over, and stretched out her hand towards the drawing paper, "How could I be... ah!"

"..."

Seeing Saber sucked back by the drawing paper, Connor shrugged his shoulders, held up the flat drawing paper and turned it upside down and shook it vigorously, and King Dumao fell out of the painting again in a bit of a state of embarrassment.

She took a few steps back vigilantly, and said a little helplessly, "This... what kind of magic is this!"

"This is the truth, my dear saber, you are my work, I created you, endowed you with feelings and memories... In fact, as long as you think about it seriously, you will find that your memories are castles in the air, it is a classic I can't stop thinking about it, because it's just a vague memory that I imagined, do you understand?"

"..." Saber was silent, she tried hard to recall, she remembered that she drew the sword from the stone and became King Arthur, she remembered Guinevia and Lancelot, she remembered Mordred...

But all of these are just vague impressions, even the remorse when I made my wish seemed... so unreal.

Saber closed her eyes "I see..."

"Huh~ It's good that you understand, then come and hug..."

"It was you who summoned my soul that was left in Avalon, and imprisoned it in this body, right? To achieve your ulterior purpose, right!?" Saber drew out her long sword and pointed at Connor

"The king's dignity cannot be offended! Since you are not a contractor with the same goal as me, then you are my enemy. Draw your sword and let's have a contest between warriors!"

"???" Is this kid out of his mind? !

"Stop! Stop!" Connor held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. He held back for a long time, and made countless complaints into one sentence, "I'm not a fighter, I'm a wizard, and I'm not yet 14 years old, I'm still a child! "

"..."

"..."

The room was suddenly dead silent, and after a long time, Saber lowered her face and turned her head a little embarrassedly, "Hold... sorry, it is against the way of knights to draw a sword at women and children, I didn't notice you... so you are so young. "

"..." Connor felt that his dignity had been insulted, he took a deep breath, and said, "Saber, no, Artoria, I think you need to understand one thing, it's not me who summoned you, but I created you."

"You just created my current body, but I can feel that my soul is not compatible with this body. I am Artoria Pendragon, and I am not someone's creation."

"..." This... is it true that a painting with a soul is more individual?Connor never knew that talking to his own paintings could be so tiring.