“......”

Following the servant, Lancelot walked slowly. The scenery around the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is still so the same, and I feel that in this place, except for the hall that is a little different, the other places seem to be exactly the same. With this design, you really won't get lost, and I always feel that if Natalia gets dizzy one day, she will probably bump into other places...... After all, it's so similar!

"Hey, let me ask you a question. ”

"What?"

"How far is it from here to the restaurant?"

"Far away, far away......"

"Huh?"

After the ...... had answered the question, the servant stopped talking. If he didn't speak, Lancelot wouldn't have a good way to do it, so he just walked with him, and walked all the time......

"......" has many paintings on the walls of this ancient castle. Lancelot couldn't understand what these paintings really meant, and whether they were worth anything. But, anyway, I feel like I'm drawing some depressing pictures...... Abstract painting, that's right. He doesn't have any artistic cells, and even if he had, he wouldn't be able to appreciate the paintings of the human world, so he couldn't understand them at all. Only a little can be ...... This painting, how to say, seems to be a bit repetitive......

Duplicate ......

Thinking of this, Lancelot suddenly felt something strange. It's not repetition, that's for sure, because every painting is obviously different. But why do you feel like you're repeating...... The answer is obvious, that is, those paintings, although they look different, are essentially the same paintings, so they look very similar. The changing shape of a painting...... It seems that there is only one explanation......

"A painting is constantly changing forms...... What does that mean......" Lancelot's gaze fell on a painting on the wall at this moment. It is painted with a rose. However, the roses on this painting are half-hanging. Why is there a picture of a half-weeping rose...... I don't understand.

"Now, I said it's a bit far, is it really that far from here to the restaurant?"

"What do you think?" the servant, still not answering him directly, gave such an ambiguous answer.

"......" It seems that this guy doesn't plan to tell him the truth at all, and if that's the case, there's no way to do it. Just by doing, I'm going to look at the nearby drawings and see if I can see anything......

"There it is!"

After a few more minutes of walking, another picture of a rose came into Lancelot's eyes. At first glance, there is no difference. But as long as you take a closer look, you can find that although the rose is still half-hanging and has not changed its posture, it is ...... A few petals were missing and fell to the ground. The previous roses did not drop petals...... Surely not, he observed carefully, and on this point, Lancelot still believed that there could be no mistake.

"How far is it from the restaurant? We've been walking for at least twenty minutes, aren't we? Your castle is so big?"

"Of course ......"

Before the servant could finish speaking, a sharp blade condensed by magic power plunged into his abdomen. Lancelot's deep voice came from his ear: "Isn't it fun to play with me like this? Trap me with illusions and waste my time on this boring game?"

"Bang!"

As the servant disappeared, all this in front of him fell into darkness again. Moments later, Lancelot reappeared in his room. Exactly the same scene, as before.

“...... Sure enough, it's still an illusion...... It can't be that this is the defense mechanism of the ancient castle, otherwise why didn't it be triggered by running around yesterday, or is it that the encounter before was also an illusion...... That's horrible......" The thought popped into Lancelot's mind, but quickly erased it. How could it be, if that was the case, it would be terrible. I can't find the flaws myself, this is a necessary for a qualified illusion, and it can also avoid Lancelot's magic detection, which shows that this illusion is also very advanced in the human world. But...... If it was true that even yesterday was an illusion, he felt that he could not do it with the ability of the human world alone.

"However, there seems to be a hint in this illusion, that is, if Natalia's guy really wants to trap himself, there is no need to do these things, such as the first person, and the paintings just now......" Lancelot knew the meaning of those paintings, it was too obvious, the gradually withering rose, still conscious of the end in the distance. Was it to test him? What could it test? Lancelot couldn't figure out.

"Click. ”

"Mr. Lancelot, you're awake!"

Exactly the same person, exactly the same lines, and the servant from before stood in front of him with a smile, motioning for Lancelot to follow him.

“...... Are you a fake?"

"What's not fake?"

"No, nothing...... Follow you, that's it......"

"It's about ten minutes away from the restaurant, it won't be far!"

......

Ten minutes later, the restaurant.

"This is it. He led Lancelot into a dining room, and the servant tried to close the door. At that moment, he suddenly stopped the servant.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?

"No, I'd like to ask, what about Natalia, didn't she say she would come and have breakfast with me, and tell me about her plan of action. ”

"Do you mean Your Highness the Lord? Your Highness the Lord is still asleep in her room, because the Lord usually sleeps during the day, and after planning to see you, she has not slept for a day and intends to correct her biological clock. ”

"Haven't slept all day?"

"That's right, the lord didn't sleep during the day yesterday, but forcibly dragged it out until night, so he slept late...... If you don't mind, please wait here for a while. Alternatively, you can walk around the restaurant, but it's best not to go outside the restaurant, or Your Highness won't find you later. ”

"I still know this, and I don't need you to repeat it. ”

"In that case, then I'll go out and do something else first, and if there's anything going on, please wait for His Highness to arrive and ask him later!

After saying this, the servant left the dining room. In the huge western restaurant, Lancelot was suddenly the only one left. (To be continued.) )