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

Chapter 115 He's My Man

kingly.

It only belongs to the collision of ideas between the king and the king, and it is also the morality that belongs exclusively to the king. As for Menechel, although he was once said to be Camelot's rebel king, in fact he hates such titles very much.

Therefore, Menechel has always been ignorant of such mysterious and mysterious morals, but even so, Menechel can see that Artoria seems to be at a disadvantage at this time.

——"If it were someone else, if I hadn't become the king, maybe the ending would be better."

Under the pressure of the other two kings step by step, Artoria finally expressed her vision.

In Menechel's memory, the King of Knights, who has always been one and the same, actually behaved like a girl who was not deeply involved in the world in this meeting of kings from different time and space.

"Foolishness!"

Rider changed from his previous bold smile, now his face is full of arrogance that belongs only to the king, the King of Conquerors hammered the lid of the wine barrel unceremoniously at this moment, the splashed wine scattered everywhere, but no one paid attention.

"Even a tyrant is better than a puppet!"

King Conqueror said, looking straight at the girl with a hesitant face, his tone gradually became aggressive: "No one wants to dream of such a king, and no one is willing to follow such a king!"

"It's just for the so-called righteousness, it's just a slave of the kingdom."

This sentence almost rubbed salt on Artoria's wound.

Menechel had a panoramic view of the expression on the girl's face. Even though she tried her best to avoid this information, in the end Menechel still knew the final outcome of Artoria and the country she swore to protect.

Menechel glanced at Solau who was standing quietly behind him, and then turned his gaze back again.

"Rider, although I shouldn't be speaking on this occasion, your words still force me to stand up."

Menechel suddenly spoke to stop Rider's intensified domineering debate, and this was the first time he really spoke after taking the seat.

His identity at this banquet was just an observer, but in fact he was not as calm as he imagined.

Interrupted by an unexpected person, Rider turned his head suspiciously, only to see Menechel walking a few steps forward and standing half a step behind Arturia, so Artoria's The body tensed suddenly, but the girl still maintained her kneeling posture without moving!
I only heard Menechel continue to say: "You who don't know anything about the situation at that time are not qualified to say these words-the Camelot that King Arthur took over is very different from your Macedonian, and before preaching, at least you must Let’s figure out the background first.”

"Lancer, even if this little girl wants to deny all the history you have created together, you and her knights of the round table don't care." Rider said with a sullen face, he stood upright with one hand on his knees, his muscles Qiu Jie's body exuded an extremely oppressive power.

"Don't get too carried away, Rider, no one is qualified to regret something instead of me."

He resisted the urge to point and curse at Rider's nose, and refuted Rider's unwise remarks with as peaceful words as possible. He never cared about these kingly principles, ideas, and the like, and he didn't care that the history he created was completely negated.

He bet everything on Arturia, and even if Camelot still couldn't get rid of the fate of extinction in the end, it was just a private matter between him and her.

Silence, after Menechel finished speaking, there was a long silence, even Archer just kept a faint smile and looked on with arms folded.

The heavy atmosphere between the heroic spirits immediately aroused the high vigilance of the master group on the side. At a certain moment, when the Masters thought that a conflict was about to break out, a short and heavy nasal sound sounded.

"Well, since no one can convince the other party, then there is no reason for this banquet to continue." Rider stood up from the ground, and from among the scattered people, he proposed his thin and small Master, and stepped on Before the bullock cart, Rider turned his head once again, his small but divine gaze did not know who was on him: "The next time we meet, we will be on the battlefield."

The thunder went away, and Archer finally opened his eyes when Rider left completely. He looked up and down at Menechel with great interest, and suddenly he raised the corners of his mouth in a wicked way: "The traitorous minister, my king I don't mind giving you a chance to surrender."

A warning wind blade slashed about a foot in front of Archer, plowing a shallow ravine on the ground.Artoria kept swinging her sword, and the shake that could not be concealed due to the denial of her ideas by the two kings disappeared at this moment. With all the seals removed, she showed Archer the sword in her hand. The golden holy sword symbolizing royal power.

Soliciting his courtiers in front of a king is extremely insulting, let alone——

"Archer, he's mine."

Lifting her chin slightly, the little Artoria was no less imposing than Archer, and Minechel, who was just about to reject Archer, was a little dazed by Artoria's sudden change of temperament.

Archer narrowed his eyes, and looked at Arturia with a poisonous snake-like gaze. The smile on his mouth gradually got out of control. The Golden King, who would be angry because of his position, rarely made a sword like declaring war because of Artoria at this time. And angry, he gradually did not suppress his laughter, and took the initiative to choose to leave as a spirit body.

With the continuous departure of two people, tonight's banquet is about to come to an end with an anticlimactic farce.

Menechel, who had no will to fight, was about to pull Solau out of the castle, and it was at this moment that Arturia stopped him:

"Sorry, Menechel, in the end, I failed your expectations."

If it is said that in the first half of her life, Arturia only had pure love for Britain, then after Menechel sacrificed her reputation to solve the Camelot crisis, Artoria tended to respond to his expectations.

However, even if he tried his best, Camelot couldn't stop the wheel of history after all—whether she was the material or not, and why in the end, she was the only one left by her side.Even Arturia couldn't help feeling self-doubt.

So this guilt and suspicion became extremely strong when she saw Menechel again, so strong that Artoria couldn't even raise her head when facing Rider's questioning.

"It's nothing." Menechel was noncommittal, and he seemed to have suddenly remembered something and stopped: "If you get the Holy Grail in the end, remember to erase my part when you make a wish-I and Gawain and the others are not the same. Similarly, I don't want to serve someone else in some unknown timeline."

Breathing suddenly became short, Artoria raised her head, and the girl's face showed a complex expression mixed with surprise and struggle.

Let’s talk—regrets during my lifetime.

A voice was urging her to speak, but the "he's mine" blurted out to Archer seemed to exhaust all the girl's courage.

"Very sorry."

Thousands of words, finally hidden in my heart.

Watching Menechel leave, Arturia couldn't recover for a long time.

She didn't even notice when Irisviel approached.

"Why don't you say it?"

Artoria shook her head, she remembered the words left by a round table when she left.

"Probably, King Arthur doesn't understand people's hearts."

Not only the hearts of others, but also your own heart.

　I'll come first: what kind of rubbish is written in this chapter

　　I haven't written for a long time, I'm already useless

　　
　
(End of this chapter)