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

Chapter 130 Back from the end point

The atmosphere was a little inexplicably anxious.

But Irisviel naturally didn't see anything wrong, and just invited Lancer to play with him after confirming that Lancer hadn't started a war.

Obviously, she could refuse directly, but after seeing Menechel's pretended calm expression, Solau still gritted her teeth and agreed.

Solau bowed his head and pretended to fiddle with the joystick in his hand, but he was actually quietly looking at the girl with a cold face beside him.

This is the first time that Solau, who is an orthodox British, observed the legendary King Arthur at such a close distance, but this famous big man looked down at her with an unfriendly gaze—she still occupies the upper hand in terms of height. The advantage, but I don't know why it has fallen behind in terms of momentum.

The character who had just been slandered not long ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the instinctive Solau felt inexplicably guilty.The thoughts in her brain were extremely chaotic at this time, but she didn't dare to show too much strangeness, and she didn't even dare to make unnecessary sounds.

Just at this moment, Saber approached Solau as if she had suddenly made up her mind.

How to justify——"The relationship between me and Lancer is just an innocent master-slave relationship."

What Solau didn't expect was that Artoria's first sentence broke all Solau's preparations.

"Do you want that lion doll too?"

Solau was taken aback, and she followed Artoria's line of sight to look at the claw machine in front of her, where a Q version of a lion cub lay reclining on the glass.

The corner of Solau's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to say that he didn't need it, he heard the girl next to him continue to say: "But this is what I fell in love with first."

Although Artoria looked at the doll eyes, she stared at the purple-haired young woman beside her without blinking.

Even someone as dull as Solawu knew very well that the other party meant something.

So Solau glanced at Menechel, who was still watching from a distance, the dodge on his face was indelible since seeing Saber.

Her courage, which had already shrunk into the shadows, was once again inspired by an inexplicable sense of irritability.

Her gaze shifted from the doll, which was bruised and bruised due to being caught and dropped many times, to Saber, who looked calm but slightly embarrassed beside her.

"That guy really fell into this situation because of you."

Although it was a doubtful question, Solau's tone was extremely certain.

Under the gaze of Solau's suddenly sharp eyes, Artoria, who was still pretending to be indifferent before, became silent instead of her aura just now.

"Since you were the one who fell in love first, then don't just look at it."

"If it was at the beginning, even if I had thought about it, I wouldn't take care of the things between you, but now, it's unrealistic not to do so, right?"

"Don't say that you are helpless, don't say that you are powerless, let alone that you can only do this. If he is the same important person to you, why don't you even have the courage to catch him-what do you take him for? ?”

Solau suddenly exploded, looking at Artoria's noble face, she suddenly felt that she had become hideous for some reason.

"If you can't do it, take your eyes off as soon as possible, get him out, and let him have his own place."

She didn't understand why such a person could firmly occupy all of that guy's eyes, and he obviously possessed everything she expected but didn't know how to cherish it.

In this race where she was a thousand years late, she was no match for a person who stood at the finish line from the very beginning. Even though this woman turned back before the finish line, she was still far ahead.

Really are--

"Infuriating!"

Interrogative sentences bursting out of Solau's mouth like a cannonball, and Artoria's expression became more moved than ever in the interrogation that went straight to the bottom of her heart.

As if thinking of something she didn't want to recall, Artoria closed her eyes wearily.

"This is not a reminder, nor a warning. War is declared, Saber." Solau's voice gradually calmed down, but his eyes were unprecedentedly cold. The superb technique grabbed the doll: "If you can't hold it, then I will do my best to snatch him back."

Being oppressed to such an extent by a human magus, even being contemptuously declared war, but at this time Artoria did not appear to protest in order to maintain the majesty of the king.

Her eyes were covered by the shadow of the sea on her forehead.

"You won't stand a chance."

When Arturia raised her head again, in her eyes there was only the sharpness of a lion when it had been dormant for a long time and finally entered the hunting state.

This is the unique leeway of those who stand at the finish line and only need to take a small step forward to win easily.

[What am I in your eyes? 】

In this case, in this case, she will not let him spit it out again.

……

"Since you care so much, why don't you go and have a look?"

Menechel lowered her head and glanced at Irisviel.

"If I go, it will only make things more complicated, and maybe make her hard-won determination disappear."

Irisviel pursed her lips, and she looked up and down the knight who was completely different from Saber in front of her. At this moment, the sensitivity shown by Menechel somewhat broke her original cognition.

He seems to be much more delicate than the description in the legend.

But Irisviel didn't plan to get to know Saber's man in depth, she turned her attention to the purple-haired woman in front of the claw machine: "You really met a good master."

Probably in this way, everyone present except Artoria, who is the authority, can see the true meaning of Solau's actions.

Those extremely provocative words were not so much a declaration of war as a provocation.

Menechel glanced at Irisviel again, he didn't know why this young woman who gave a quiet impression at first impression was so concerned about emotional matters.

"You seem to be very interested in our affairs."

Irisviel raised the corners of her mouth and nodded.

"But even then I wouldn't say it."

"That's it."

Misunderstood the meaning of Irisviel's elongated tone, thinking that the other party still wanted to ask, Minechel closed her eyes and showed a refusal to communicate.

But Irisviel didn't speak, and the white-haired young woman looked at Artoria, who was blushing with teasing eyes, and slowly approached with small steps.

Under Irisviel's watchful eyes, the courage that had been brought up with great difficulty melted like ice cubes under the scorching sun.

"Have you changed people? In that case, the next step is the communication between the masters."

Irisviel nodded her head lightly and regularly, she walked away from Menechel, and took the hand of Solau who was also leaning towards this side.

The moment she passed Artoria, Irisviel's eyes swept over Artoria.

Lucky A, did you mean this?

(End of this chapter)