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

Chapter 163 Minai: My sister is weird lately

There are no crowds, the old streets of Tulifas are very spacious but there is no shortage of roadside vendors.

This is a pedestrian street featuring the old European style, but it just happened to meet the pure ghosts of the old era.

Afriel watched Menechel buy marshmallows for herself with her little hands behind her back.

Just mentioning "This is the first time I have walked the streets alone like this", Menechelle really wanted to do something for her as Afriel had expected.

Seeing the other party walking with the same hands and feet, she deliberately touched Minechel's fingers with her fingertips when she reached out her hand.

The contact between the two parties was fleeting, and Afriel took the marshmallow and bit the icing on the outer circle.

The sweetness of the sugar melted in Afriel's mouth, and she couldn't help but chew a few more mouthfuls.From this unusual sweetness, Afriel tasted great satisfaction and happiness.

She raised her eyes suspiciously at Menechel who was also looking at her. The corners of the girl's mouth were slightly curved under the cover of cotton candy.

"Brother, do you want it too?"

Seemingly hesitant, Avril gently handed out the ordinary dessert with only one bite in her hand. She didn't play any tricks of [indirect kissing]. Under the premise of being sure, Afriel will not take the risk of coveting this insignificant step.

"No, you can eat."

Menechel immediately shifted his gaze away. If he could, he would rather listen to Ruler's trash talk than go on an investigation mission with Avriel in this state in front of him. Her indifference made him uneasy. In the end, he was the one who was ashamed of her.

But Menechel dared not leave, and Afriel's distant but communicative attitude gave him a ray of light in his heart.

——The first knight who kills decisively will have a day of hesitation.

Thinking of this, Menechel scratched his head irritably, and he began to resent his future self, why he left the mess in front of him to the present him.

Afriel, who had already guessed that Menechel would not accept it, naturally withdrew her hand. She greedily opened her mouth and took another bite of the marshmallow, and sat on the public seat. Sit down, just keeping a shoulder distance from her.

"The investigation is coming to an end, and I will be able to draw this magical stronghold tonight."

She swung her legs slightly, enjoying the sunshine.She likes this kind of life very much, she likes this kind of simple investigation mission, so simple that she has nothing except the trivial daily life, no need to hurt others for the righteousness of the kingdom or unattainable dreams, and no need to pursue fate And had to avenge their loved ones.

The breeze swayed Afriel's bangs, staining them with floating sugar, but the girl squinted her eyes indifferently, and her calves were swinging back and forth more and more.

By her hand is his warm breath, his long breath, the extremely ordinary daily life, and taking another bite of marshmallow. The one who admired him, even though he was assassinated by her, still subconsciously wanted to protect her elder brother, so that he could savor the sweetness of these trivial things.

Menechel's gaze was at a loss at first, but gradually he was attracted by Afriel's swaying feet.

The modern and decent clothing outlined the girl's legs perfectly. This childish behavior reminded Minechel that the girl beside him was just a child. He quickly looked away, unlike Avril, Menechel's mood became more and more heavy.

The memory about Afriel becomes clearer with the increase of contact, just like a plant rooted in the soil will no longer have false feelings.In that dream-like memory, he experienced the joy, anger, sorrow and joy only caused by the girl in front of him, the germination of his own pain, and the thriving growth of family affection.

——This kind of unreasonable stuffing these emotions that don't belong to him into his body...

"Afriel."

The girl who felt lost because of Menechel's sight shifted quickly came back to her senses, and adjusted her emotions slightly. Afriel quickly entered the state. With bangs together, there was an emotion called displeasure in her tone:

"Brother, I should have said, don't call me that."

"I know, but I hope to talk to you." Menechel's eyes dodged for a moment before becoming firm again.

——Avoiding is just delaying the outbreak of the problem.

Menechel understands this deeply. Instead of letting the disaster break out when he was completely unprepared like before, it is better to solve it now when he has the time and determination to face the problem.

"Although my reasons are impeccable, I always feel a little strange." Menechel continued: "I am a villain, and I am your enemy."

Hearing this, Afriel slightly raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Is it a matter of mentality, this brother is much more decisive than my impression?"

She originally thought that Menechel would choose to remain silent in order to maintain the current situation, but it seemed that the pressure from her side was too much.

"I'm a scumbag, I know it very well. I will do whatever it takes to win. Whether it's enemies, companions, or unarmed civilians who stand in front of me, as long as I can win, I will swing my sword. In your words, it is There is no humanity, only killing."

Afriel listened quietly without interrupting.The elder brother in front of her eyes coincided with the elder brother whose memory last pierced her chest inexplicably.

"However, it is true in fact. I will neither hate the strong nor pity the weak. In my eyes, people who have nothing to do with me are no different from the beasts I slaughtered. Avriel, don't worry about it just because I love you. Your insignificant kindness beautifies something for me." Menechel said, the light in the red pupils gradually dimmed: "My kindness is nothing compared to the harm I did to you, you should hate me, Because it is indeed me who caused your series of tragedies, and I will not deny that I am the real culprit behind the scenes."

Afriel's eyes flickered, and her head began to function subconsciously: At this time, the move to maximize the benefits should be to take advantage of the rare autistic period of the elder brother and say, "But since I met you in the Holy Grail War, in order to win, you will swing your sword at me again sooner or later." .”

In that case, there is a high probability that she will gain a loyal ally. She knows her own stupid brother-in-law, and the favor and debt will become the shackles that shackle him.

Just like King Arthur.

Avriel put this thought behind her, she hated King Arthur, compared to her elder brother who wanted to take back the blade until the end, she was more willing to hate the elder brother who was driven as a weapon, as a necessity to maintain purity King Arthur driven by evil and Morgan who dragged himself from heaven of ignorance to hell.

It is acceptable to use psychology to promote progress, but Afriel is unwilling to over-consume the other party's guilt.

With an awkward and paranoid personality and a proud and arrogant attitude, Afriel doesn't think that she can change anything with just one or two words of her own.

"What are you talking about?" She frowned and looked at Menechel with a puzzled expression, and sighed inexplicably in her heart, but there was a very faint look on her expressionless face. Disgusted, her tone was distant and indifferent: "Please distinguish the occasion clearly, Black Saber."

　It’s really hard to write this paragraph of evil fate, remember to point out the poisonous point so that I can change it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)