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

Chapter 145 Postscript To that grassland, we will finally embark on a trip to watch the snow
It seems to be back there again, which is the lake of elves far away from Kamlan and the flames of war, and that is the place where she will eventually become the past and disappear in history.

After a long absence, Arturia felt that her brain was empty and she didn't need to think about other things. She handed over the sword of sworn victory to Bedivere, her last knight. There was no one around her again, leaving her alone. Calmly staring at the lake in front of you.

As if she had gone through a long journey, in the seemingly real and illusory scene, Artoria saw herself vying for the illusory wishing opportunity after her death. Even if she tried her best, she missed the victory in the end.

The sunlight was just right, crushed by fragments of branches and leaves, and the mottled light and shadow hit Artoria's hair bit by bit.

But this comfortable temperature did not bring her the slightest bit of warmth, and Artoria only felt her body getting colder and colder.

—Is this what death feels like?

The lake view reflecting the blue sky gradually became blurred, as if it was covered in a layer of water mist, but the memories in my mind became clearer and clearer.

The long-lost sense of security filled Artoria's heart, and Artoria glimpsed a scene she had never understood between the cracks between history and the wheel of fate.

She was born with the concept of king instilled by Teacher Mei Lin, and she was born with the lofty responsibility of reviving her homeland. She worked hard to practice swordsmanship, she worked hard to fulfill the obligations of the king, and she worked hard to stitch together the falling apart empire.

Even if her life full of suffering was exchanged by the most unfortunate and poorest person in the world, the other party would probably not be willing.

But luckily, she met him.

When I saw him for the first time, he was no different from other refugees, earning his living by stealing bread. She took him in as usual with refugees, but at that time he had nothing but threatened to repay her.

Yet he did.When they met again a few years later, he eradicated the prosperous Baiqi King for himself, and after the rebel army united, he guarded the city gate by himself, causing tens of thousands of knights to return home.

His reputation spread far and wide, and even if the enemy heard his name, they would be too scared to leave the city.

He is the number one war knight in the world, and the second tallest wall in the world.The corners of Artoria's mouth raised, and she smiled softly, as if seeing him walking towards her.

Little by little, until Artoria could actually feel his body temperature.Menechel in front of him asked coldly about the suicide note that Mordred had slapped on her body.

"The reason why you treat me special is because I am a knight protecting the country of Britain, and it is also to give an explanation to myself before I became king, or is it just for me?"

Arturia couldn't help being fascinated, like a dream, she finally saw what she had lost once again as she wished.

At this moment, she forgot the war, the capital, and the responsibilities she was born with. There was only one person reflected in her eyes, and her heart was beating very hard. Arturia finally understood her feelings for the first time in her life:

"I love you."

The person in front of her suddenly smiled, it was not a foolish laugh, nor was it a sham smile that was forced by life, Menechel's smile was so real, it made Artoria forget the cold for a moment, as if returning to When I arrived at the grassland where I lived as a child, I lay side by side on the haystack, feeling the touch of the warm spring breeze.

The armor on Menechel's body was broken, and he changed into a grand dress, embracing Artoria.

Artoria was stunned for a moment before resting her head on Menechel's shoulder. Something moist filled her eye sockets, but she was unwilling to let go of the hand around the person in front of her to wipe it off. .

"I don't want anything, I just want you. The only one I want to keep, the one Artoria wants to keep, is you."

She embraced Menechel, and at this moment, she seemed to embrace the whole world.

She was pulled up and walked with him on the avenue of the end, parading towards the homeland they had devoted their entire lives to. The surrounding scenery changed, but the people around them never changed. He was wearing luxurious clothes that were only for her. Dress, walking with her under the grand snow scene of Europa, the snow clothes reflected a layer of warmth, Artoria looked at Menechel, seemed to understand something, thoughtfully.

Menechel turned her head and stared at her as well
"What's the matter, let's go."

With a smile on the corner of Artoria's mouth, she stood on tiptoe and pinched Menechel's face.

"I finally understand why I am lucky A when I have a tragic fate."

The girl took the initiative to hold Menechel's hand, and she said, "It turns out that you are the luck I want to keep the most in my life."

"Gum..."

She saw a faint blush on Menechel's face, and Arturia felt her face was also hot, but this time she was unwilling to let go of her hand.

Arturia squinted her eyes, and the smile in her eyes was almost leaking from the cracks. She smiled and took the lead to take the lead, pulling him to continue the endless and never-ending snow tour.

—Are you really going to stop thinking about it?

The wind seemed to bring someone's voice.

Artoria shook her head, and walked onto the snow field without hesitation, never wanting to turn back.

(End of this chapter)