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

Chapter 293 Gentleness
The surrounding coniferous forest gradually thins out, and walnut trees can be seen appearing on both sides.

"After that, go straight." Ilya couldn't help complaining while pointing at the road, "Really, Berserker, don't you remember the road at all?"

"I just need to keep you safe."

He didn't even know how he found Illya in a completely unfamiliar forest at that time.

Illya fell silent, she quietly lay on Menechel's back.

The sound of salsa came from the woods behind him, and Minechel turned half of his face, and the next moment, two black shadows sprang out in the air and drew an arc, aiming at the girl who was carried behind Minechel.

But Menechel, who had been prepared for a long time, turned half of his body sideways. He fixed Illya's position with both hands, and while turning around, he kicked and threw it on the head of the flying wolf.

The wild wolf immediately flew upside down and hit the companion behind him.

But the salsa sound from around did not decrease, on the contrary, it became more and more dense.From the darkness in all directions, countless green lights lit up.

'Surrounded, there are a lot of them, dare to get close to any wild beast...a magical beast raised in artificial captivity? '

Menechel glanced at it and made a judgment. On the way here, due to the breath of the "Knight of Calamity", these monsters with no thinking ability instinctively shrank, but now in order to save Ilya's mana consumption, he voluntarily withdrew. That state led the brutes to target him.

He glanced at Ilya again. The girl's face was obviously flushed abnormally, and the temperature on her body was much higher than before. It was thanks to the support of magic power that she was able to stay awake.

The girl's condition is not good. Even if the demon offering is reduced, the magic power to maintain his appearance is amazing enough. In addition, Shou lay directly on the snow when he was unconscious before, and Ilya probably has a fever at this time.

But Illya herself doesn't seem to have any self-awareness about it.She sat on his shoulder, looked around disdainfully, and suddenly stretched out her fingers: "Berserker, kill them."

Menechel let go of the hand holding Illya, and he held Illya in his arms with one hand, and his freed left hand also grabbed the third wolf that was rushing.

"Close your eyes."

Menechel's reminder sounded at the same time as the howling of wolves, and then she felt dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, the warm liquid spilled on Illya's face.

"Well."

Ilya wrinkled her nose, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a ferocious wolf head.The gloomy green eyes on that head still had a tyrannical light, but the body under the wolf's head had disappeared, leaving only a solitary head hanging on Berserker's arm.

And the warm liquid that had just dripped onto her face was blood from Berserker's arm.

The blood quickly turned into magic particles and disappeared. Menechel took away the arm blocking Illya, and his voice sounded again.

"Close your eyes!"

Compared with the voice just now, it is obviously a little more angry, and if you look carefully, you can see that the skin on Menechel's hands seems to be stained with a layer of black.

Almost at the same time when the black layer was about to protrude into black scales, Illya only felt the phantom pain coming from the magic circuit all over her body. The sudden strangeness made Illya let out a cry without the slightest psychological preparation. muffled.

But the burning pain was fleeting, along with the blackness of Berserker's arm.

The turbidity in his eyes dissipated again, and his eyes became clearer again.

……

The naked upper body was covered with claw marks and bite wounds. These wounds were bleeding out, and the blood dripped and quickly dispersed into magic power, making Berserker seem to be surrounded by a layer of golden brilliance.The wound is not deep, and it can heal quickly with enough magic power.

Compared with Menechel, those wild beasts who took the initiative to attack were worse. The original white snow was polluted by wolf corpses and blood lying here and there, and there were still not completely dead black wolves struggling and howling on the ground. Menechel, who was approaching, stepped on her head and exploded.

After finishing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You can open your eyes."

Lowering his head, he found that Illya was staring at him with staring eyes.

Obviously, she didn't listen to his command just now.

Maybe the wolf should have been gentler when he just ended his life.

Thinking of this in his heart, Menechel kept his face expressionless, and he seemed to say unintentionally: "Next, how do we go?"

"You're hurt." She answered irrelevantly.

"Small injuries. The attacks of these wolves are all pussies." Menechel's eyes froze as he explained.

A fluorescent green light appeared from Illya's hands, and she reached forward with both hands, allowing the healing magic to cover the wound on Berserker's arm, but after only holding on for a moment, the green light on her hands disappeared. disappeared, but the wound just stopped bleeding.

Ilya let out a breath of white air: "It's so cold."

Menechel's eyes were fixed, and he noticed that the blush on Illya's cheeks became deeper, and her eyes became cloudier.

Obviously, the treatment just now added to the girl's burden.

He sent Illya into his arms, but he was only a follower and did not have the body temperature that could be transmitted to Illya.

"Sure enough, I should know."

Menechel held Illya in her arms, and walked in the direction she pointed at earlier.

Berserker needs much less magic power than at the beginning, so little that she can hardly feel the loss of magic power, and feels that Berserker may disappear at any time.

She unilaterally interrupted the supply of mana with her because of her exhausted health, and realized that her actions would bring her a burden. No matter what kind of enemy, she used superb skills to end the battle because she was worried that she would be injured. .

"Do not talk."

Berserker's voice was cold, but there was a hint of warmth in Illya's heart.

That's why the first magic synchronization failed, Berserker didn't want to hurt her.That's why Berserker is so weak now, because she needs to save her mana.

He has always protected himself, just like the noble knight in the legend.

Nestling in Berserker's arms, she seemed to be back in a trance, being held by Kiritsugu when she was a child, the Holy Grail, salvation, root, all of which had nothing to do with her.

My mind is still dizzy, but it seems that it doesn't matter anymore.

With Berserker around, everything will be fine. Berserker would protect her, as he had always done before.

She knew that Berserker only thought of her as Aurel, the girl she had seen in her sleep.

But after being treated so tenderly, how could he escape...

Feeling the warm embrace, Illya rubbed her head against that powerful arm, whispering softly as if in a dream: "Berserker, it's so gentle..."

Menechel remained silent, he turned over a mountain again, the woods became sparse, and at the highest point of the snow mountain, a majestic castle stood before his eyes.

He finally found his destination.

　The knights who died under the hands of De Minai: They were really gentle. When they killed me, I died without feeling any pain.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)