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

——The king is also an ordinary person.

When did such an outrageous idea come about?
At the end of the deep black, a soft silver light suddenly penetrated.It was the bright moonlight pouring in from the window.

The moonlight crossed the empty bedroom and hit the door, stretching the black shadow outside the door extremely long.

Guinevere finally noticed the person coming, a figure standing silently under the moonlight.

Her gorgeous blond hair was tied into a delicate hairstyle on the back of her head, and her height of only about 1.5 meters was suppressed by a heavy robe.

"King, you..."

Guinevere recognized her, but the princess's tone was filled with hesitation.

In my impression, the Wang with always determined eyes actually showed a lonely look at this time, her back was slightly arched forward, and the shadow cast by the bangs on her forehead completely covered her eyes and the upper half of her face.

Looking at such a king, Guinevere, inconceivably, remembered the hound that was abandoned by her father when she was a child. When she was thrown out of the house, the little guy showed the same expression.

The words she put on her lips stopped again, and turned into another set of words: "My king... what's wrong with you?"

"Guinevere, I—" halfway through her words, she was stuck in King Arthur's throat like a sob. She clenched her fists and trembled unconsciously as if she was trying to endure something.

"——I killed him. He was lying on my body, and I held him. He, Menechelle, slowly became cold. I...I didn't want to kill him, but..."

Wang's voice became more and more urgent, and his words were utterly illogical and gibberish.

Guinevere's heart stopped beating suddenly.

She knew that when she told her at this time, Wang's emotions had reached the limit, and Wang had always been unwilling to mention outside matters to her.

Conquest and government affairs are things that men should consider. Although Wang is also a woman, Wang's wisdom and strength allow her to overcome gender differences.

Guinevere has always known that Wang is actually a woman.On the first night when Wang was under pressure to marry her, Wang confessed his identity to her.She didn't care, she was willing to sacrifice herself for the glorious king to keep the glory forever, and for the stability of the country she expected.

She longed for the king, who was tough and shining like a diamond.

But the crying girl in front of her broke all her knowledge of Wang.

She hugged Wang tenderly with her broad bosom, put her face on her chest, and gently comforted her head with her hands.

"Menechel, he's dead. For Camelot, obviously anyone can sacrifice, obviously everyone has already made up their minds, but—why, my chest hurts so much, I don't understand, why, why why why!"

It was a messy narrative, more like a child crying out to vent his emotions than a narrative.

"Think about other things, maybe you will feel better."

She didn't know how to comfort the king in this state, and she was just a princess with no experience in love.

"But, but—every point, there is him!"

Guinevere's hand stroking the king stopped, but it was only for a moment.She understood that what really killed the king was not the person's departure, but every sporadic memory related to him after the person left.

Wang is also like an ordinary girl—no, Wang is an ordinary girl. She fell in love with the heroic knight she talked about all the time.

After losing the one she loved, there was no one to confide in Wang's weak side, and the bitter water of sorrow broke the dike in front of her.

She hugged Wang's head lovingly, please cry as much as you want.I'm sorry, but like those courtiers and commoners who ignored your humanity, I failed to see your weakness.

"King, my king... Artoria..."

She whispered her husband's nickname.It's a pity that she is just a weak woman and cannot make up for the king's hatred.

……

A dark purple light burst out from Guinevere's wound.

A crystal clear three-eyed familiar forcefully squeezed out of Guinevere's body.

The slender blade that pierced Guinevere's spiritual core was quickly covered by the purple-black crystals on the familiar's body, tightly restraining Afriel's movements.

'Morgan's familiar! '

That was the familiar that Morgan placed in their bodies. Whenever the servants were defeated, they would break free to explore for information.Avril's pupils were dilated, if Morgan found out it was her...

Thinking of this, Avril just wanted to reach out and grab it.But one hand moved faster than hers.

Guinevere pressed her hands on her chest, and pressed the familiar that was about to break out into her body.

"Don't move, Avril. It will, bite your flesh."

Her face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and her words were intermittent due to the fragmentation of her spiritual core. Guinevere already looked like a candle in the wind.But her eyes were so bright and frightening.There seemed to be light in her eyes as she looked at Artoria not far away.

The knight who had restrained Menechel suddenly lost his strength, allowing Menechel to break free.

Guinevere smiled contentedly.

Of course she could kill Menechelle here, but - she wasn't fighting for Morgan.

If he kills the king's lover, will his efforts be in vain?
She wants to help Morgan seize power, so that the king can be freed from other people's expectations of King Arthur, so that the king can be with her lover, so that the king can be happy.

This was the only happy ending she could think of with little knowledge.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.She stretched out a hand to touch Arturia, but the raised hand finally slid down feebly.

From the time of the wound, Guinevere's body burned, and brilliant sparks scattered.

The purple crystals that entangled the rapier dissipated with the disappearance of Guinevere's body, and Afriel shook off the residue on the sword.She glanced at Menechel who was desperately trying to stand up.

"Afriel..."

The injuries to the limbs made Menechel unable to stand up, but Menechel still looked up at the familiar face in a daze.Afriel could see from his face that she was more shaken than when she was bewitched by Guinevere just now.

She couldn't help but feel a little excited, but her expression remained calm.

"Avril, thank you. Sorry, I..."

Avriel pulled Menechel from the ground to sit up, and she gouged out another look at the four knights with dull eyes around her.

"No thanks."

Although she wanted to get in touch with Menechel more, Afriel knew that there were more urgent things to do now.

She turned and approached the other end of the city gate, where Kai and Lancelot were on the battlefield.

I am still busy at school, and I am afraid that the sound of typing will disturb my roommates, so I can only hide and update at night