The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 100 Postscript: Father and Son
The bell in the center of Camelot City rang again.

Under the warm sun that was so dull that it almost made people forget to breathe, King Arthur and her knights cruised the Camelot that survived again.

Artoria, who was sitting on horseback, raised her head, and her eyes scanned for a week. The pedestrians on the street were still busy, crowded on both sides of the city road, celebrating that the king once again led Camelot through the disaster. .

Arturia was a little puzzled. She looked at the knight who was also riding a horse beside her, and showed a smile: "Miss Menechel, is there any celebration today?"

Her voice was soft, but it made the lively atmosphere stagnate for a moment.Arturia tilted her head incomprehension.

"King, I am Lancelot."

The tall knight who was riding closely beside Arturia said, after a pause, Lancelot continued: "Today is the day to celebrate the official founding of the Knights of the Round Table. Day of the Corpse."

"Lancelot."

Artoria's expression was a little dazed, she closed her eyes, and finally remembered that Lancelot was one of the Knights of the Round Table
first knight.

Formerly recognized as the number one knight in Europa, Saldishu Menechel was shot and killed by King Arthur in the rebellious army in Europa Snow Mountain for treason.

This is a well-known fact.

"That's it."

Arturia's eyes were calm, and no expression could be seen on her numb face.

"Lancelot, I remember that you were once a subordinate of Missar Tisch."

When Lancelot heard the king's question, he immediately said with a solemn expression, "I am absolutely loyal to the king."

Arturia didn't answer, but just followed the horse team. The figures on both sides flew around like ghosts, until they reached a high platform in front of them.

The sun that was about to set poured a blood-red afterglow unreservedly, and shone on the dead thing. The corpse that had been preserved by magic made the traitor still in the state when he just died, and the wound on his chest seemed to be still alive There is blood slowly overflowing.

Bright, eye-catching.

For a moment, Artoria couldn't tell whether it was the light and shadow produced by the setting sun, or the blood staining the setting sun.What kind of wonder was that?

But no time to think.

Everyone is waiting for her to direct, everyone is watching her.He was not looking at the girl named Artoria, but at the hope named King Arthur.

"set fire."

An indifferent voice sounded from her mouth, which even felt strange to herself.

Immediately, several knights held torches and threw them into the wood pile under the body. The crackling flames whirled and climbed up, swallowing the figure on the high platform inch by inch.

The high platform is shaking, unwilling to hand over the people on it
But as the scorched black smoke rose, the wooden platform finally collapsed downwards.

"An era is over."

Artoria clearly heard someone's voice, but she couldn't find anyone, and could only watch helplessly as the figure in the flames disappeared.

Go put out the fire!

This is the roar of the soul, but there is no response from the body. Both hands hang lightly on the horse's reins very naturally. She wants to turn her head, but she can't even do this simple movement.

In a trance, Arturia felt that she was also in the flames, and she really felt the burning heat of the flames.But she remained motionless, staring at the front as calmly as at this moment.

Watching the laughing inhabitants and the singing jesters.

This is her country, a country that needs to be saved but does not deserve to be saved.

Camelot doesn't deserve Menechel.

"so good."

Arturia chuckled, her voice was flat, the guy who was only looking at her left here completely, and Artoria who he had been watching died with him.

And so the perfect king was born.

……

This is a carnival for the whole city, and the purification of traitors is just an outlet. The long-lost victory makes the residents of Camelot, who have been defeated for many years, extremely excited.

But except for one person.

Mordred stood in a dark alley, his emerald pupils had an extremely complex expression.

"Minechel"

The girl bit her lips tightly, and tightly grasped the thin shawl on her body with both hands.Finally, she couldn't help but take a step forward, even if she would die here, she still wanted to keep the corpse.

But just taking a step forward, Mordred's body couldn't move even an inch, and the girl's body was imprisoned by superb magic.

"Mordred, don't move around."

Next to my ear was [Mother] Morgan's voice.

"Let go!" Mordred yelled unreasonably, but was dragged into the shadows by a pair of hands.

Morgan looked at the child in front of him with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

"This is not acceptable. If you ruin this important ceremony, your respected king will be very angry."

"I don't care if he's angry or not, King Arthur is a rotten man!" Mordred's voice didn't hold back at all, and his voice became more and more intense like her reddened eye circles: "Obviously you don't have to do this, obviously, Mi Nechel used to respect him so much."

Morgan covered Mordred's mouth lightly, and then the smile on the witch's face shrank slightly: "You are not allowed to say that, Wang is your father."

As if being choked by an invisible hand, Mordred fell silent, her eyes widened, and she could clearly see that the anger that had not subsided in the future was immediately diluted by a wave of horror.

"That's right, the King Arthur you respect is indeed your biological father."

Morgan said so, but looked down at Mordred's expression.But the Witch was surprised to find that the hesitation on Mordred's face only lasted for a moment before disintegrating immediately.

"What about my father? Is that rotten man spending as much time with me as Menechel!"

Morgan nodded with satisfaction, and she leaned into Mordred's ear and asked in a low voice: "Do you believe what the outside world says? My child, do you think that the Saltysh you know would die so easily in the king's house?" hands?"

Mordred's pupils shrank, and suddenly she had a bad premonition.But she couldn't stop herself from listening, and at this moment, Mordred could only watch helplessly as she fell into the snake's trap.

"I asked those undead, and they all died at the hands of Sartish." Morgan continued.

Mordred's lips trembled, and his eyes were shaken like never before.

"So, probably the king"

"I'm going to kill her!"

Mordred screamed, and her body broke free from Morgan's shackles, and rushed out of the alley.

Morgan flicked his fingers, and Mordred immediately froze in place again.

"Don't worry, my child, I will help you." Morgan said in a low voice, with an indescribably gentle tone: "You are only seeking your own death if you go out now."

"What should I do." Mordred closed his eyes and spoke out with difficulty: "Mother."

Morgan smiled, she knew that her plan had succeeded.

(End of this chapter)