I'm really not an old sword

The door was pushed open.

Guinevere walked in carrying a plate of cut fruit.

Sitting on the armrest next to Lin Qingsu.

"what."

The peeled and cut apple was thoughtfully delivered to my mouth.

Crisp, sweet and juicy.

Lin Qingsu glanced at the various cut fruits in the fruit plate.

He felt as if Guinevere was going to turn him into a useless person who couldn't take care of himself.

She woke me up in the morning and helped me get dressed and wash.

I was helped to take a bath at night.

When he didn't have time to eat three meals a day, Guinevere would bring the food to him and feed him with her own hands. Afternoon tea, desserts and fruits would also be delivered to him on time when he wanted to eat, and she would feed him mouthful by mouthful.

It's like the roundworm in his stomach always knows what he wants and when, it appears in front of him.

"Why are there bananas?"

“It needs to be nutritionally balanced.”

As Guinevere spoke, she inserted a piece of banana and handed it to Lin Qingsu's mouth.

"Come on, ah."

Lin Qingsu pursed her lips and shook her head.

The head can be cut and blood can be shed, but the banana cannot be eaten.

"Don't be picky!" Guinevere puffed her cheeks, looking a little angry. "I know you don't like bananas, so I only cut three pieces for you. You must finish these three pieces today no matter what!"

Lin Qingsu continued to shake her head.

"You are not allowed to go to bed today if you don't eat it!"

Lin Qingsu hugged Guinevere's waist and pressed his face against her chest, looking like a scoundrel who said, "If you don't let me go to bed, I won't go to bed?"

Guinevere laughed angrily, tapped his cheek with her finger, and said word by word: "Arthur! Be obedient!"

Lin Qingsu couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think you nag like an old woman... huh?"

When she opened her mouth to speak, Guinevere stuffed the banana directly into Lin Qingsu's mouth, then covered her mouth and giggled like a little hamster that had stolen oil.

Lin Qingsu was speechless.

But once the banana is in my mouth, I can only swallow it...

Lin Qingsu suddenly thought of something and held Guinevere's face with both hands, blocking her mouth as she was snickering.

"Well?!"

Guinevere's eyes widened, but she immediately reacted after feeling the banana.

The end of the verbal sparring.

Guinevere had won the match in a despicable way, using her off-field tactics of "If you do that again, I'll be really angry!"

"good."

Guinevere smiled and touched his head with the hand holding the fork.

Lin Qingsu didn't know what to say.

He made up his mind that next time when the fruit in Guinevere's fork was a banana, he would not open his mouth no matter what she said or did, and would continue to look at the picture in the crystal ball.

A pretty face came in front of him.

Looking at the piece of banana between her beautiful lips and teeth, and the shy pink stain on her tender skin, Lin Qingsu knew...

I lost.

......

"So good."

Guinevere placed the empty plate on the table beside her with satisfaction.

He sat in Lin Qingsu's arms.

I hugged his arm, let him hug me, and watched the repeating scenes in the crystal ball with him.

"What does your majesty intend to do?"

"I'm more curious, what is the relationship between me and Scathach?"

Lin Qingsu was curious and amused and asked, "Was I very pretty before?"

Guinevere hummed and said seriously, "Compared to now, Your Majesty was a saint in the past."

"So do you hate me now?"

"As long as Your Majesty is willing to accompany me, I will love Your Majesty the most no matter what Your Majesty becomes."

"What if I don't want to accompany you?"

no respond.

Lin Qingsu lowered his head and saw Guinevere looking straight at him.

"joke."

Lin Qingsu rubbed her head.

Do not know why.

Guinevere's eyes were clearly innocent and without a trace of extraneous emotion, but he inexplicably felt guilty.

Suddenly, she understood how Mary felt when she knew he wanted to break her legs and lock her up in the basement.

Guinevere continued to look at him and said seriously, "This joke is not funny at all. Your Majesty, please don't say such things again in the future."

"I was wrong."

Only then did Guinevere snuggle into Lin Qingsu's arms again.

After Guinevere's interruption, Lin Qingsu no longer wanted to ask about Scathach.

Looking at the picture in the crystal ball.

Lin Qingsu asked curiously, "Wei'er, can you beat Mei...Morgan?"

Although Scathach is good at guns, her magic skills are also not low. She was the one who taught Cu Chulainn the runes.

Able to monitor them without Scathach noticing.

An ordinary magician could never do this.

"What? Your Majesty wants to bully me?"

"curious."

"Then..." Guinevere lightly touched her red lips. Under Lin Qingsu's curious gaze, she suddenly smiled and said cunningly, "It's a secret."

"Weier."

"Ok?"

"I noticed you've been a little naughty lately."

Guinevere said pitifully, "Your Majesty, are you going to bully me?"

Lin Qingsu had a heart of stone: "Stick it out."

"Oh, your majesty is so bad."

Chapter 39: The New Lancelot

That night, the sky is dotted with stars.

In the cities outside the Holy City, there are always a few lights on in the darkness.

There are also some streets that are brightly lit even late at night.

People who have been busy working all day drink and chat in those streets, living a simple but happy nightlife.

Lin Qingsu gently stroked the smooth and tender shoulders.

Guinevere lay on her side, nestled in Lin Qingsu's arms.

Watch the lights of thousands of homes outside the city with him.

Speechless.

After a while, Lin Qingsu felt something and pinched Guinevere's snow-white shoulders with a smile.

"I can summon new companions again."

Guinevere knew he was talking about the Holy Grail's magical power being stored up enough for a new summoning.

It’s like knowing that his name in this life is Lin Qingsu.

He told her all that.

"Who will your majesty summon this time?"

"I don't have any ideas. I want to summon someone with good combat power." Lin Qingsu pondered for a while and asked, "How about Gawain and Lancelot?"

"Doesn't His Majesty have many helpers?"

After hearing this, Lin Qingsu did not continue to ask about Gawain and Lancelot.

I was just chatting with Guinevere.

Without holy relics, it is likely to be a random summon. Lin Qingsu can only choose within the range of a job and limit the heroic spirit to a rough range. It is a pipe dream to want to make a precise selection.

Longominiard summoned the Knights of the Round Table because she was 'Altria'.

After chatting with Guinevere for a while, the two of them went to the bathroom to take a bath together. The maids cleaned up the messy room, and Guinevere went to the kitchen to prepare a midnight snack for him.

Lin Qingsu went to a special room to prepare for the summoning.

Limit the class to Sword class.

Although Berserker is definitely stronger in terms of obedience and strength, they are really stupid when their brains go crazy.

For example, Hercules.

With enough strength, Hercules could definitely defeat Gilgamesh even with his strength. However, because he was driven crazy and lost his mind, the game went from being evenly matched or even with Hercules having the advantage to being crushed by Gilgamesh.

And although he didn't know Guinevere's magic level.

But he felt that if he asked, Guinevere could figure out a way for him to transform a servant's normal spirit base into a Berserker.

If you encounter a disobedient Heroic Spirit who is loyal to Chaldea, the worst that can happen is that Guinevere will send him into a frenzy.

Thinking about Lin Qingsu, he carried out the summoning work.

The glory faded.

Lin Qingsu looked at the magic circle expectantly, but then was slightly stunned.

She was a tall, purple-haired beauty.

Charming and sexy, she has both an approachable feel that makes people approach her and a powerful aura that makes people afraid.

"Is there any sword-class heroic spirit with such a beautiful purple-haired woman?"

Lin Qingsu searched her mind but couldn't think of a legend that matched the woman in front of her.

The purple-haired woman opened her eyes slightly.

The purple eyes seemed to contain stars, with a faint smile in them, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

The strength should be very good.

Lin Qingsu was about to say hello to her, but he saw that the purple-haired beauty's expression suddenly changed when she saw him, and turned into surprise and shame.

But he couldn't contain his excitement and walked up quickly.

She seemed to want to hug him, but because of something, she stopped when she was very close to him, looking at him with excitement and admiration.