"That … Lancer."
Just as she was thinking about how to help her master, Grey's voice came into her ears again.
"What do you think I should do?"
What should she do?
Did she mean to pursue a man?
Lancer heard this and suddenly froze.
This was a blind spot in her knowledge.
She had never experienced a love life in her life and was a complete novice in relationships.
It was true that many of the Knights of the Round Table around her were excellent men, but she had always been followed in her life, and there were no emotional sparks between her and them.
"… Well, I should make a decision bravely, right?"
Lancer recalled the methods of the white-haired scumbag in her memory to pursue a noble girl and carefully described it.
"Don't care about your face, or even shamelessly approach them! That's right, no matter how many times you are rejected, shamelessly approach them! "
Well, to do that, wasn't it a bit too much?
After all, Grey was not that white-haired scumbag. The little girl's face was very thin, and she would definitely not be able to do what the white-haired scumbag did.
"What are you talking about, Lancer?"
Grey raised her head and looked at her with confusion.
"I'm talking about my situation. Should I selfishly decide to be myself, or should I respond to everyone's expectations and become the King Arthur they expect …"
So it was this matter.
Lancer could not help but blush slightly, and she was a little embarrassed.
Obviously, Grey could rationally jump out of the problem of love, but she accidentally jumped in and could not come back to her senses. It was really embarrassing.
Perhaps compared to young girls who still had plenty of time, it was easier for older women who had no experience in love to fall in love.
"So, which path do you want to choose?"
Lancer timely skipped the question of love and asked Grey instead.
"What do you think, master? Which path do you want to choose? Be yourself or become King Arthur? "
She did not give an answer immediately, but very carefully asked Grey's own thoughts.
"I … I don't know."
Grey hesitated for a moment, and in the end, she still could not give an answer.
"And I carry the expectations of everyone in the village. Everyone is looking forward to me becoming the new King Arthur. I should have no choice … Because of this, I hate myself."
Grey didn't like her face.
However, it wasn't because he hated King Arthur's face, but because he hated the changes in his body. He hated the fact that he was still hesitating even though he was in the midst of these changes.
Grey looked forward to people like Rin Enban, Luvia, and Ryuga.
That was because when these people were faced with a choice, they would give the answer without the slightest hesitation. They would face their hearts sincerely, and they would be able to easily find the path and forge ahead.
Unlike her, she was clearly carrying the hopes of everyone in the village, yet she was still unable to make a decision for a long time. She even left her hometown as if she was escaping, and she had been wandering on the fork in her fate.
"Is that so … That's proof that Grey is a gentle and good child."
Lancer was stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand and gently stroked Grey's head with a loving and tender smile on his face.
If it wasn't for him, such a young girl would still be surrounded by her family, enjoying the warmth of her family and family. How could she fall into such a dilemma?
Grey's face was slightly red, and she was a little embarrassed to be touched by Lancer. However, this familiar feeling was similar to when her mother touched her head when she was young, and she didn't want to reject it.
At this moment, the figure of Lancer in front of her overlapped with the figure of her mother in her memory.
"But, Grey."
Lancer bent down, and his face gradually revealed an expression of deep cleavage.
"The fact that you have this kind of hesitation is proof that you have already made a decision. Under the circumstances of bearing everyone's expectations, you still can't move forward. That's because you want to be yourself."
Sometimes, expectations were also a kind of pressure.
And if under this pressure, she still couldn't move forward, then it was because she had other thoughts. It was proof that she didn't want to step on that path, and wanted to walk on another path.
"So … it's like this?"
When Grey heard this, she was immediately stunned.
This was such a simple logic.
However, she had never thought of this. She would only be immersed in the difficult choice and feel sorry for herself. She had never thought about such a problem.
So, being herself was her true intention?
"But … everyone is looking forward to me becoming the revived King Arthur …"
However, even if she understood her own thoughts, Grey hesitated again, and still couldn't make a decision.
It was easy to understand her own thoughts. The difficult part was to understand her own thoughts and make a choice under the circumstances.
"Listen carefully, Grey."
Lancer put his eyes on the same level as Grey's and warned her with a serious expression.
"Sometimes, if a person doesn't follow their own desires, it won't work."
That's right.
For example, her other self.
Just like how Saber experienced Lancer's past in her dream, Lancer also saw Saber's past in her dream.
To put it bluntly, it was simply too horrible to look at.
She didn't have her own desires, and she didn't show her desires even once. She was like a machine, satisfying the expectations of her subjects for the king. She would show what her subjects wanted her to be.
It was as if she wasn't a living person, but a kind of machine called the king, a kind of device.
It was as if governing the country didn't come from her own heart, and it wasn't her own desire, but a kind of function, a kind of program.
It was no wonder that the knights would leave the message "the king doesn't understand people's hearts" in disappointment and then choose to leave.
Humans were creatures of desire.
If they kept satisfying the desires of others and didn't show their own desires, it would make people involuntarily stay away and fear them.
Therefore, sometimes, if a person didn't follow their own desires, it wouldn't work.
At this time, obedience was a kind of venting, and suppression was the seed of an explosion.
"It's okay, you have this right."
Lancer reached out and hugged Grey who was in a daze. He used his chest to warm her heart and encourage her to make a choice.
Grey was silent.
It was just that this warm feeling was exactly the same as her mother when she was a child.
"Mother …"
The girl murmured silently.
"…"
Lancer lowered his head to look at the girl in his arms, and the look in his eyes gradually became firm.
At this moment, she made a decision in her heart.
"Brackmoya Cemetery …"
That was the place where Grey was born, and also where the ill-fated relationship left by King Arthur was.
Since this ill-fated relationship was left by King Arthur, then it should be cut off by King Arthur!
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