Connor's Hogwarts

Cedric pressed Connor not to get him up. Hearing this, he stopped strangling him for the time being. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you say?"

If the other party really likes you, they won't care about such small things. Besides, the most taboo thing to do when you get along with others is to hide something. Even if you can hide it for a while now, it will be exposed after a long time together, right?So you are just worrying too much, you can just apologize and coax her, if she still likes you, she will definitely forgive you. "Connor said earnestly and flickeringly.

It seems to make sense." Cedric rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then he reacted suddenly: "No!Said it all!I'm not a pervert! ! "

Then I won't bring your share when I draw magic paintings for Jordan in the future? "

I'm sorry, I thought about it carefully, I may indeed be quite perverted. "

"x2

Therefore, a man is a kind of creature that the more he exposes his sex to each other, the deeper his relationship will be. "Connor sighed: "Okay, you go away, the ground is so cold"

Connor, you! ! "

At this time, a figure turned from the gate of the castle, it was Alice, she should have inquired that Connor was here and ran over, but now she covered her mouth in surprise, she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her eyes——Connor Na was riding on Cedric, because after a fight just now, both of their faces were a little rosy, as if something had happened. As for Roger Alice who was standing next to him, he was too shocked to notice.

At this moment, Alice's mind was completely confused. Why did I see this scene?Why is Connor being ridden by Cedric?Isn't Cedric a pervert?Why did he shoot Connor? ! !Isn't Cedric not that pervert, but that pervert! ! !So can it be said that the reason why Connor keeps rejecting me is not because of his magic painting, but because of

Alice didn't dare to think about it anymore, she covered her mouth tightly, trying not to scream, but in the end she couldn't hold back: "Ah——! I'm sorry! I didn't see anything!! !"

She yelled, then turned and ran away.

"x3

After tens of seconds of silence, Cedric silently stood up from Connor: "I said, do you want to explain this?"

Roger said excitedly: "This must be explained! This is a misunderstanding! Otherwise, the reputation will be harmed!"

Connor was speechless. Facing Cedric's meaningful gaze, Connor twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, "Let her go, anyway, there is nothing wrong with men being perverted, right?"

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I, Arturia Pendragon, am a swordsman.

I am a painting.

Or maybe not.

But I'm special, that's for sure.

When everyone thinks that I am a painting, then I should be a painting.

Although I don't want to admit this, I prefer to believe that I am a "Heroic Spirit".

Because when I "wake up", I have the memory of "previous life" in my mind.

I am the king of knights in Britain. In my previous life, I had a wife, a "son", and many loyal knights. I have fought countless battles in my life and repelled countless invaders in order to protect the country. In the end my kingdom died in civil war

Although these "memories" are very vague, I am willing to believe them, because when I wake up, what I feel most clearly is the regret that goes deep into my soul. Regret, if I have a body, then this feeling must be unforgettable, such a heavy feeling, how can it be fake

But this feeling is really fake.

I came here to seek the Holy Grail that can fulfill any wish, but there is no Holy Grail in this world, and there is no Holy Grail War, and I am not a heroic spirit from the past that I think I am just a painting.

I just draw a work by my aster, which is endowed with soul and memory.

Although I don't want to believe it, when all the evidence points to this unique fact, I can no longer deny it.

Because this world is completely different from what I thought, for example, I can't imagine Merlin having a beard.

The land here is still British land, but Britain is no longer my Britain.

The me now is just a special magical painting with a soul, not King Arthur, nor the hatred of subjugation, nor the desire to be fulfilled

Maybe there will really be a King Arthur with a mission, but that person is not me, I am just a container named Saber

"Saber, I'm going to the library to read a book today, you don't have to follow me, go play in the Room of Requirement."

Hearing the voice of aster, Artoria "woke up", her perception was outside the frame, and it was another morning.

Although Artoria is just a painting, she can still sleep, and her daily activities will also make her soul feel tired.

It is said to be sleeping, but in fact it is just to let the soul return to the painting to recuperate, because she does not have a real body, she does not have the ability to dream, and her consciousness is always awake when she is "sleeping", and it is normal to not be able to hold back wild thoughts.

"Okay, aster." Arturia responded calmly, and the next second, her body appeared outside the Ravenclaw tower.

She is a magic painting, she can move freely between Connor's paintings, and Connor's paintings are everywhere in the castle, and it is only a matter of thought to return to Connor's side.

"Oh good morning, Saber-chan"

Arturia turned around, and a little girl ran out from the picture frame behind her with a "da da da", and stretched out her hand from the picture frame to greet her.

"Good morning, Arale." Artoria also responded with a smile.

This child is Arale, and Artoria watched Aster draw stroke by stroke with her own eyes, and it was also one of the main reasons why she admitted that she was a painting.

Arale is a new attempt of Connor, he wants to draw magic paintings that can freely shuttle between the real world and the ordinary painting world.

It's a pity that he didn't succeed. In the ordinary painting world, Alalei's body can slightly affect reality like the "eye pen", but it is not in the same "dimension" as the entity magic paintings such as Artoria and Gandalf. "of.

Ordinary magic paintings, Arturia's physical magic paintings, and the painting world of the ancestors of the Lake family belong to three different "dimensions", and they cannot be integrated with each other.

Arturia can borrow the passage of ordinary magic paintings, but she cannot enter their painting world.

"Saber is going to be happy today too. I'm going to deliver the newspaper." After saying hello, Arale ran away laughing again. She ran around in various paintings in the castle every day, saying hello to different paintings, and then Complete her work and answer the call of the little wizards.

"Bye" Artoria watched Alalei laughing and walking away, and slowly put down her hand. Ordinary magic paintings don't have emotions, and Alalei always laughs carefree. Very envious.

Arturia slowly hugged her knees and sat on the roof. This is the place where Aster often comes. Every time he encounters troubles, he will come here to be quiet. He said that watching the scenery from a high place can help resolve troubles

But Arturia felt that Aster simply wanted to pillow her thigh

Artoria shook her head. Over time, she got used to it, whether it was being a painter or staying by Aster's side to obey his orders.

Anyway, she doesn't have any goals, giving up thinking, and just obeying other people's orders to live, which makes her feel very relaxed.

You can eat good food every day, you can play fun arcade games with others, or you can watch the aster get disgraced by those girls. There is no war, no need to fight, and no real, need to achieve desire

Arturia felt that there was nothing wrong with continuing this kind of life. Although she couldn't find the reason to "exist", she lived happily every day.

The only thing she cares about is

If everything about me is fiction, then when I was born, where did the real, strong, and unforgettable regret come from?

"Ah, I want to eat."

Arturia puffed up and muttered, there was no one around, she was too lazy to insist on her "image of king", anyway, no one saw it, so it was meaningless to keep a straight face.