From the half-open door came a rustling sound, as well as intermittent groans.
"Is this the place?"
"Yes, yes, it's right here, ah"
"A little harder, a little faster..."
"Yes, yes, it's right here, ah"
"Mmm, ah, KI~MO~JI~ (so comfortable)..."
You must have thought something good had happened? — No need to deny it, any normal person would think so. Then, either walk away blushing, or quietly hide by the door and peek.
However, there are very few normal people in the city of Mirenia, so when this voice was heard, a heroic visitor pushed the door open and walked in.
"Master, I see your door is not closed - Um, you, what are you doing, why are you in this position?"
What posture
Well, on the sofa, a man and a woman, the woman on top and the man on the bottom, the two people stacked like a pyramid turned their heads at the same time.
"It's Altria."
"Ah, do you want to try it too?"
"Oh, it looks interesting."
Altria crossed her chest with one hand and held her chin with the other, looking at the two people carefully.
Don't get me wrong, the Knight King, who is naturally pure and not much different from the Saint, certainly does not have any inner attributes, nor will the style collapse. The reason for this is that what the two people in the stacked pyramid did has nothing to do with harmony, silencing, and pure front-door transactions.
First of all, the two of them did not take off their clothes. Although Shinji did not wear a coat, he had taken it off a long time ago. It was a bit inconvenient to draw in the white windbreaker that Yusitisa had customized.
The so-called woman on top and man on bottom, actually means Shinji is lying on the sofa, and Reika is pressing on him, using her thumbs to press against the spine, shoulder blades and other parts.
That's right, Reika was simply giving Shinji a relaxing massage.
This is one of the most classic ways to relieve stress, and it is also one that Lingxia is very good at.
Of course, it wasn't as if Shinji didn't understand Reika's hint.
Just as Lingxia said, he can do whatever he wants without any burden.
But, no.
Neither the body nor the mind.
Yustisa was trapped in the hands of the enemy, and he had no mood for this at all.
In addition, the accumulated fatigue from working for 36 hours straight made him feel a little overwhelmed.
For him now, massage is the best way to relieve fatigue.
After massaging for about half an hour, Shinji felt refreshed, but Lingxia was so tired that she was out of breath and said she couldn't hold on any longer. She hurriedly packed up the dishes and left.
When he passed by Artoria, he whispered, "I'll leave it to you from now on."
It wasn't that she really had no strength left, but she knew that Artoria, like herself, was worried about the man who was connected to them.
She has taken up a lot of time, it's time to leave.
Honestly, I envy Altria a little. She is natural, straightforward, and so dazzling. After being with her for a long time, I really feel ashamed of myself.
The only one who can rival her is probably the Saint. Should I give the Saint a push? Just a little bit of bad taste
She restrained her charm and seduction, returned to her increasingly accustomed state, and walked towards the terrace at the top of the castle, free from all worldly desires.
There, the blonde girl looked up at the silent night sky.
At this moment, she didn't seem like a saint who saved the country, but just an ordinary girl who was simply troubled by something.
...
After Reika left, it was only Shinji and Altria who were left in the room.
Because he was still feeling numb and sore from the massage, Shinji did not get up, but simply changed from lying down to prone.
Altria didn't mind the Master's laziness. She had seen how hard he had been working. To be honest, compared to herself, he was more like a person with a mission to suppress power, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
He had never seen this kind of Altria before. It was not that he didn't know that she had this side. As a senior fan of the King, he remembered all the different versions and expressions of the Knight King. However, the plane was one thing, and the real person was another, not to mention the extremely rare state of the queen.
"Master... "
"Altolia..."
The two people, whose hearts were touched by each other's strangeness, spoke almost at the same time.
"ah"
"You should speak first..."
This time, even the words spoken were exactly the same.
The two looked at each other awkwardly and laughed at the same time.
"Let me speak first."
The expected unanimous response.
Shinji couldn't help but sigh: "As expected, we are in sync."
"I think so too. Now, I can also proudly declare like Mordred that I have the best master."
"Haha, I'm a little ashamed of myself. I'm still far from being the best."
He raised his hand first, not giving Altria a chance to speak.
"Don't rush to refute. Let's not talk about anything else, just take the matter between you and Mordred. As a Master, Lion Jie must have been guarding outside the room and cared about Mordred first. And what about me? I haven't asked you until now - I am disqualified as a Master."
"Because Master, you have more important things to do—Ah, so in that case, I am also disqualified as a Servant. The Master is so busy, but he can't do anything."
At this point, Artoria seemed a little disappointed.
"How could that be? When everyone else gave up, you were willing to stand by my side and fight with me. That's the best support you can give me."
"Master... "
"By the way, how was your conversation with Mordred? She's a naughty kid, it's normal for her to be stubborn and not frank. If she said something that made you angry, you should listen to the opposite, that's for sure. And..."
"It's okay, we've made things clear."
Facing such a Master who was worrying about her and nagging her all the time, Artoria felt warm inside, and the strong lines on her face softened unconsciously.
"Is that really clear?"
"Well, now it's clear. Why did she rebel, why did she hate, why did she show that expression, and why did she admire me... Honestly, I don't think I'm that great. If I had noticed Mordred's feelings earlier, maybe Britain wouldn't... Looking back, what Sir Tristan said was absolutely right - the king doesn't understand people's hearts, I..."
The more he spoke, the lower Altria lowered her head, and in the end, she almost buried it in her chest.
Shinji saw this and reached out and tapped her on the top of the head.
"Shinji?"
"That sad guy is just talking in anger. If you don't believe me, we can find a way to summon him out when we have a chance and see what he has to say. From what I know, Lancelot and the others have been looking for a chance to beat him up and make him talk nonsense."
"Really?"
"It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, go back and ask that old rogue Merlin. There is almost nothing he doesn't know about what has happened. The Knights of the Round Table around you are good in every way except that they are not as honest as Mordred. If you could share a little bit of your honesty with them, forget it. So many years have passed, there is nothing to worry about."
"Yes, it's been so many years, there's no if."
Altria sighed. She had long since accepted the present world and no longer insisted on overturning history. However, some things were still vivid in her mind when she recalled them. Although bitter and painful, they were all her precious memories.
"Master, there is something I have been wanting to ask you."
"What's up?"
"Why... are you being so nice to me?"