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

Chapter 36 Beginning of a Life of Sin

The next day, the news that all the nobles in Camelot City were ransacked by traitors lurking in the city spread to every corner of the holy city.Without exception, those traitors were the heads of the knights who had befriended the nobles. Fortunately, these traitors had been wiped out by Knight Menechel.

"Who would believe this kind of reason?" Arturia sighed softly, looked at Menechel who seemed to be asking for praise in front of her, and said angrily: "Please think of a A normal, self-explanatory lie."

"They just want us to give a reason. Even if the reason is reasonable, they will doubt it as they should."

Although Menechel was not defending himself, he still felt an inexplicable guilt—he could already predict that the rebellion that had just been suppressed would be set off again.

I regretted my impulsiveness a little bit.

Arturia stopped talking, curled her lips as if she was being awkward, and after sitting quietly for a while, the girl seemed to think of something and continued to ask: "Have all the families of the nobles been killed?"

Even if she didn't recognize it carefully, Menechel could easily hear the wavering in Arturia's voice—even if she became a king, the girl was still the same girl as before.

However, the king cannot have such thoughts of mercy.

Thinking of this, Menechel shattered Arturia's fantasy: "Kill all of them, including their guards, wives and children, not a single one is spared, make sure I ask Teacher Merlin to let you go fire."

Menechel's voice was calm, and to him, the disappearance of these lives had no real sense. The biggest difference between these strangers and the monsters in Utopia was that he did not have an appetite for the same kind.

"That's it."

The light in the girl's eyes seemed to dim, which made Menechel blame himself for the radical words just now, but he knew that lying at this time was useless.Those beautiful illusions woven by lies will only cause greater harm to the owner of the dream when waking up.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

But after all, he still couldn't bear to see Artoria so depressed.He took the lead to leave and wanted to end tonight's night party to leave a space for Arturia to relax, but before he could straighten up, Arturia stopped him first:
"Menechel, wait."

The girl's voice recovered a little bit of vitality, but it still made people hear a little bit of deliberate effort to pretend to be calm.Menechel stopped standing up, waiting for Arturia's next words.

If it's a childish and innocent discourse, let it end here.

"The knights who have lost their leaders will probably be handed over to you temporarily. In Camelot, I can trust very few people. Although Gao Wenqing and the others are credible, their reputation is not enough to convince everyone. Teacher Merlin's words I will definitely not agree, so after thinking about it, only you are the most suitable."

"Hey?"

Menechel was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Artoria to explain the business in a serious manner.

"However, if there is a rebellion, you probably have to be alone... I guess I won't be able to leave Camelot for a while."

Menechel also understands this very well. After all, compared to his momentary cheerfulness, the consequences that Arturia has to bear are very headaches—it seems a bit strange to say so.

"Leave it to me, this is my duty." Menechel nodded, as if thinking of the girl in her memory who was looking forward to the future again, and the corner of Minechel's mouth had a rare gentle arc : "I will help you build your ideal country."

At this moment, Artoria staggered Menechel's sight, and she felt deep affection in Menechel's eyes, but she didn't know how to respond to this feeling.So the girl could only say stiffly: "I'm just a little sorry for just declaring that you will be my bodyguard."

"It can be regarded as equalizing the merits and demerits."

Menechel didn't notice the change in Artoria's mood, he was still joking wantonly.

But he never imagined that his casual remark actually became a high-sounding reason.

On the second day of the night talk, Menechel was temporarily assigned to a knight order as the temporary head because of his meritorious service in "quelling the rebellion". Lanmark et al.

The specific staff member Menechel couldn't name her, but she looked like she was Artoria's former personal guard without exception. The girl's careful intentions to control the military power in one fell swoop were clearly revealed, which made the "traitor" who was originally a fig leaf The "massacre of nobles" incident is even more untenable.

But all of this has been left to Artoria's headache. At this time, Menechel has successfully found the knight order temporarily assigned to him under the leadership of a one-armed knight.

"I just didn't expect you to be my deputy."

Menechel looked at Lan Maroc, who was in white armor and silver helmet beside him, and Minechel made no secret of her dislike—maybe she was just jealous that Lan Maroc came riding a white horse.

"This is the king's will."

It seemed that Lanmarok, who was wearing a helmet all year round, jumped off the white horse's back deftly. He took the rein and the white horse immediately rubbed his cold gauntlet docilely.

Menechel, who thought that Lanmark would at least reply a few words, was a little bored by Lanmark's serious answer. He turned his eyes to the obedient white horse and took a few steps closer.

As if being stared at by some kind of high-level predator, the originally quiet and obedient horse twisted its head violently when Menechel moved his gaze to it, and the repeated snorting made its owner Lanmarok All surprised.

"What did you do to it?"

The huge force coming from the rein in his hand made Lanmark realize the seriousness of the matter, and he immediately turned his head to question Menechel.

Menechel was also a little overwhelmed, but at this moment, he had a different idea when he saw the curiosity.

He stretched out a hand as if he wanted to touch the horse's head, so he might as well just kill it like this-it seems that he has never eaten horse meat.

Strange thoughts, or almost instinctive thoughts, emerged in Menechel's mind. His pupils gradually elongated, clearly reflecting the expression of the white horse at this time, which was a pleasant (dragon) trembling.

But before his palm got close, he was slapped off by Lanmarok.Menechel turned his head and faced Lanmark's angry eyes, which he could still feel clearly even through a layer of helmet.

The human emotions immediately returned, Minechel closed his eyes forcefully, and calmed down a little. He was just about to apologize for his rude behavior, but suddenly heard a muffled "poof".

As if under some invisible pressure, the white horse bent its hooves and fell to the ground.

Now it's a little unclear—or, it was the horse that made the first move.

(End of this chapter)