"That...Lancer."

Just as she was thinking about how to help the Lord, Gray's voice came into her ears again.

"What do you think I should do?"

What should I do?

Does it mean pursuing men?

Lancer suddenly stopped hearing this.

This involves her blind spot in knowledge.

She has never experienced a love life in her life and is a ten-thousandth newbie in love.

It is true that many of the round table knights around her are excellent men, but she has never been followed throughout her life, and there has been no emotional spark between her and them.

“…Well, you should have to make a decision bravely, right?”

Lancer recalled the way the white-haired scumbag pursued aristocratic girl in her memory, and began to talk about it carefully.

"It's best not to care about face, or even shamelessly come over! That's right, no matter how many times you're rejected, you have to come over shamelessly!"

Well, isn’t it a bit too much to do that?

After all, Gray is not the white-haired scumbag. The little girl's face is very thin, so she definitely can't do as good as the white-haired scumbag.

"What are you talking about, Lancer?"

Gray looked up and glanced at her in confusion.

"I mean my situation, whether to decide to be yourself, or to respond to everyone's expectations and become the King Arthur they expect..."

It turned out to be this.

Lancer couldn't help but look slightly red and felt a little embarrassed.

Even though Grey could rationally break out of the problem of love, she accidentally stabbed in and couldn't even come back to her senses. She was so ashamed.

Perhaps compared with young girls who are still young and have plenty of money, older girls who have no love experience are more likely to fall into love brains.

"So, which path does the Lord want to choose?"

Lancer skipped the question of love at the right time and instead asked Grey.

"What is the Lord's idea? Which path do you want to choose? Be yourself or become King Arthur?"

Instead of giving the answer immediately, she asked Gray's own thoughts very carefully.

"I...I don't know."

Grey hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was unable to give the answer.

"And I carry the expectations of everyone in the village. Everyone is looking forward to me becoming the new King Arthur. I probably have no choice... It is because of this that I hate myself."

Grey doesn't like this face.

However, it was not because of hating King Arthur's face, but because of seeing changes in one's own body, and the self who was still hesitant even though he was in such a change.

Grey was very imagining people like Rin Tosaka, Luvia and Ryuka.

That's because when facing a choice, they will give the answer without hesitation, face their true hearts sincerely, and easily find the way and forge ahead.

Unlike her, she clearly carries the expectations of everyone in the village, but she still has been unable to make a decision. She even left her hometown like escape, and has been wandering on the fork in fate.

"Is that...that's proof that Grey is a gentle and good boy."

Lancer was stunned when he heard this, then reached out and gently stroked Gray's head, with a smile of love and pity appearing on his face.

If it weren't for her, such a girl should still be surrounded by her family and enjoying the warmth of family and family affection. How could she fall into such a dilemma?

Grey's face turned slightly red, and she felt embarrassed to be touched by Lancer, but this familiar feeling was the same as the mother who would touch her head like this when she was a child, which made her not want to refuse from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, the figure of Lancer in front of her was invisibly overlapping with the figure of her mother in her memory.

"But, Grey."

Lancer bent down, and a look of gully appeared on his face.

"There will be such a hesitation, which is the proof that you have made a decision and that you still cannot move forward without enduring everyone's expectations, because you want to be yourself."

Expectation is sometimes a heavy pressure.

And if she still cannot move forward under heavy pressure, it is because she has other ideas, that is, she does not want to step into that road, but wants to walk into other roads.

"So...is that's the case?"

When Grey heard this, he was shocked.

What a simple truth.

But she never thought so. She would only immerse herself in difficult choices, complain about herself, and never think about such a problem.

It turns out that being herself is her true intention?

"But... everyone is looking forward to me becoming the revived King Arthur..."

But even though he understood his thoughts, Gray hesitated again and still couldn't make a decision.

It is very simple to understand your own ideas, but the difficulty is to make a choice when you understand your own ideas.

"Listen, Gray."

Lancer let his eyes level with Grey and warned her with a serious expression.

"Sometimes, it's not possible if people don't obey their own desires."

That's right.

Just like another self.

Just like Saber experienced Lancer's past in his dream, Lancer also saw Saber's past in his dream.

To be honest, it's terrible.

Without her own desires, she has never expressed her desires once. She is like a machine, satisfying her subjects' expectations for the king. She will show what the subjects want to be like.

It seems that I am not a living person, but a machine called King and a device.

It seems that governing the country is not based on one's own heart, not one's own wish, but a function and a program.

No wonder, the knights would give a message "The king does not understand people's hearts" in disappointment, and then choose to run away.

Humans are creatures of desire.

If you keep satisfying the desires of others without showing your own desires, you will involuntarily stay away from and fear.

Therefore, sometimes, it is impossible for people to not obey their own desires.

At this time, obedience is actually a kind of venting, and suppression is the seed of explosion.

"It's okay, you have this right."

Lancer reached out and hugged Grey in the daze into his arms, warming her heart with her chest and inspiring her to make a choice.

Grey remained silent.

But this warm feeling is really exactly the same as that of a child's mother.

"Mother……"

The girl murmured silently.

“…”

Lancer looked down at the girl in his arms, and the expression in his eyes gradually became firm.

At this moment, she made a decision in her heart.

“Brakmoya Cemetery…”

It was the birthplace of Grey's birth and the evil fate left by King Arthur.
Chapter completed!