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

Chapter 131 The two of you, if one of you goes up to A, will someone else do anything?

Menechel half-opened one eye, secretly looking at Artoria like this.

It was obviously an excellent communication environment without even a single bystander disrupting the situation, but at this moment, the air between the two of them seemed to be drained, and only Arturia seemed to want to say something. She moved her lips in a desperate manner, but no sound came out.

An inexplicable sense of estrangement was established in front of the two who were once the closest.

It shouldn't be like this.

Menechel completely closed her eyes.

He once made a promise that he would not leave before completing the great cause of Britain's revival, but the fact was that it was exactly the opposite of what he had expected. He was the first party to break the oath, even if he tried his best to save him in the end, he could not make up for it. own mistakes.

And these are just irrelevant, what's more important is that the letter he thought only he knew seemed to be left in Arturia by the soldiers who counterattacked by Camelot after he defected. hands.

And all of these turned into invisible barriers blocking the two of them at this moment.

Arturia opened and closed her lips for a long time but didn't say a word, her face flushed involuntarily.

The fighting spirit aroused by Solau melted as quickly as an ice cube met the sun when he saw Menechel himself.

If it wasn't for the appearance of Solau that made Artoria feel a sense of trembling comparable to facing the humble king, she would be the more passive side.

As for Menechel, she also didn't think about how to face Arturia.

The two, who were emotionally blank, met in an unexpected place, and Menechel instinctively wanted to leave.

He sent a message to Solawu on the other side of the causal line in an attempt to let Solawu get out of the siege.

At this moment, Solau, who was talking to Irisviel not far away, suddenly turned her head, and she glanced at the back with a little deep meaning, the direction in which the two riders were talking.

"What's wrong."

Irisviel keenly sensed the absent-mindedness of the woman in front of her.

"No, it's nothing serious." Solawu looked strange: "It's just a little accident."

"One side feels that they have done something wrong, and the other side feels that they are ashamed." Irisviel said, showing a helpless smile again: "Just like a child."

As long as one of the two of them went directly to attack with a straight ball, they wouldn't make things so complicated.

Solau nodded in agreement, and she glanced vaguely at the blond girl standing between her and Menechel.

If she has that soft condition——

Solau shook his head, throwing unrealistic thoughts out of his head.

As if the excitement wasn't enough.

So Sora Ula's tone became longer, and she turned back and said in a sweet tone, "Lancer, we're going back."

Clearly, causal lines can be used to communicate, but after Solau shouted, not only Menechel heard it, but Artoria also raised her head.

The sweet tone made the corners of Menechel's mouth twitch, and he looked at Solau in some confusion, but accidentally saw Artoria's frown.

Facing Arturia's staring gaze, Menechel could only speak:
"Sorry, Saber, don't worry about me, please continue to accompany your Master."

Artoria bit her lip lightly.

——"King, don't worry about me, just let me go back to Belu City to rest for a while."

The familiar words appeared in her dreams almost every night in the last years of her life.

At that time, what kind of mood did he have when he said this sentence? He clearly had a premonition in his heart but was held back by the Northern Expedition.

At that time, she acted as if she had lost control of her body.

There was a sudden throbbing in the chest, and when the order was issued to burn Menechel's body, the inner distortion and unwillingness came to my mind.

Two different voices flooded into Artoria's mind, and the sense of separation made her feel as if she was about to be split into two.

If you let him go here—she suddenly had a bad feeling.

The shell named King Arthur loosened at this moment, and at the same time, her body took action before her brain could react.

She stretched out her hand and squeezed Menechel's hand with her fingers.

This small action made the two heroic spirits who had experienced many battles stunned at the same time.

Artoria raised her head, her eyes were full of helpless light, she stared at Menechel without saying a word as if asking for help, this extremely contrasting posture almost made Menechel couldn't help laughing out loud.

Artoria, who was already a little embarrassed, was immediately annoyed by Menechel's expression of suppressed laughter and wanted to let go.

But Menechel tightened his hand first, and held the girl's hand instead.Arturia struggled a little but was unable to break free from the restraint of Menechel's palm.

Not paying attention to why the Red Dragon Daughter lost to this useless man in wrestling, the smile on Menechel's face was much more real than before.

This subtle emotional change couldn't escape Arturia's eyes—at least Menechel's advance was easily stopped by her, and the girl hummed a few times.

"Pity."

She heard Menechel's whisper in her ear.

"What a pity?"

At this moment, Menechel didn't dare to look into Artoria's eyes, he tilted his head and tried to keep his face calm.

"It's a pity that it doesn't snow here."

In Britain, the Europa Mountains must have been covered with a thin coat of snow by this time.

Arturia's eyes flickered for a moment, she thought of her hometown, and her already bright eyes dimmed again.

"Sorry, Menechel, I failed you."

Even with the saving of Menechel's reputation and life, she failed to revive Camelot in the end.

"Perhaps the sword of Wang Xuan really made a mistake. I really am not a suitable candidate for the king."

"Then I'll still say the same thing, if you get the Holy Grail in the end, remember to erase my part when you make a wish--I'm different from Gao Wen and the others, I don't want to be in some unknown timeline. Will serve someone else or something."

Unlike Artoria, he has no nostalgia for Britain and the people of Camelot. If Artoria is no longer the king of Camelot, Camelot will have no value of protection.

Consoling as always, Artoria looked at Menechel. Although the white knight was smiling, the smile was not as aggressive as she remembered.

"Menechel, you..."

Why is it so sad.

The girl's voice faltered, and the tip of her nose suddenly felt a little sour, and Tristan's words in her ears entangled Artoria tightly like maggots attached to the bones.

——King Arthur doesn’t understand people’s hearts.

"How do I feel about you?"

Arturia's words completely brought an awkward but barely able to go on with the conversation to a complete end.

Seeing the froze expression on Menechelle's face, feeling the coldness pouring into her thin suit from the open door, she finally couldn't hold back the calmness on her face:

"But I don't know either."

She didn't understand, she didn't understand why Menechel was sad, she didn't understand what she thought of Minechel in her heart, she didn't understand whether her possessiveness towards Minechel was because the other party was Ka Merlot's indispensable knight protecting the country——

"No one told me, no one taught me, and I don't know whether my feelings for you are considered love or not."

"I don't know what the love of a commoner is like. I don't know who I am other than a king. I don't know what kind of mood I have to approach and treat you."

"I can't imagine the days when you're not by my side. Every time I see you with someone else, whether it's a woman or some other king, I can't look away. I should let you go, but, but that kind of The idea that the king will not do it will always surround me."

I don't know when it started, Arturia's inner monologue was murmured involuntarily by her, and every time she said a word, her head lowered a little, and the originally very energetic dull hair lay powerlessly on her head .

It seems that his letter really burdened Artoria a lot.

"That letter was just me..."

"Don't talk!"

Arturia raised her head sharply, the holy green pupils were so moist that she couldn't see the awe that had always been there, the girl suddenly raised her head and made Menechel subconsciously move back half a step.

But it didn't give Menechel much time to react, and the two little hands had already grabbed the collar of his clothes first.

And Menechel, as if he was stunned, did not take any countermeasures, and stared straight at the familiar face that quickly zoomed in before his eyes.

Menechel's eyes widened, and something soft sealed his mouth.

There was a buzzing sound next to the ears as if the head was exploding, and an indescribable burning sensation spread from the junction of the two lips all the way down, exuding a faint warmth on the chest.

He looked incredulously at Arturia who suddenly "abandoned herself", and at this moment he bent down as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Artoria's hands were finally able to change from grasping to hooping and strangled Menechel's neck. She looked at the man who was close at hand with her eyes as if she was in a final duel with her old enemy.

He was aging earlier than himself, and he had to leave earlier than himself.

Hugging a familiar yet unfamiliar man again, Arturia can't remember the last time when she made such an intimate move, but the real touch in her hands reassures her.

She doesn't understand other people's hearts, and she also doesn't understand her own heart.

But Menechel will fix it.

On this point Artoria never wavered.

So, at this moment, she fully revealed her heart.

　This is a story about a person with strong muscles unable to break free from the shackles of weak muscles, and a story about those with high agility unable to escape the shackles of those with low agility
　　
　
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