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

The evening wind in the north can already be described as bitingly cold.

The Tomani River, which traverses the entire northern border, flows quietly under the not-so-bright moonlight. The sound of water waves lapping on the river bank from time to time adds a bit of solemnity to the lonely cold night.

So taking advantage of the night and the sound of spraying waves, the gate of this unknown town quietly opened.

The cold night wind ruffled Menechelle's shawl. He seemed to feel the heaviness of the atmosphere and said in a relaxed tone:

"I've long been fed up with the title of [Second City Wall], and it just so happens that today I can snatch back the title of [First]."

"Then I'm leaving, everyone, Artoria."

He cannot show the slightest hesitation, otherwise it will lower the already low morale.

Some time had passed since the plan to "cover each other" was drawn up, and now it was almost Menechelle's turn to appear.

Looking at the nominally own servant in front of him, the sense of immediacy that would never come back reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of Jing Ke.The connection from the command spell could not weaken the uneasiness in her heart. She wanted to speak, but before she could stop Menechelle, her shoulders sank.

Ezequiel held down Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulders and shook his head slightly after feeling Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze.

Looking along Ezequiel's line of sight, Fujimaru Ritsuka saw Artoria, the petite king with her head lowered, clenching her fists tightly, and her body was even slightly moving due to excessive exertion. Tremble.

It can be seen that Artoria is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

"Give time to them."

Ezequiel said in a very soft voice.

"But……"

The uneasiness in his heart could not subside, leaving his reliable teammates to explore the enemy's base camp alone - this kind of plot Fujimaru Ritsuka had seen in shonen comics more than once, but the ending was not very happy.

"I know you are worried." There was a strange calmness in Ezequiel's voice, which seemed to be sighing and stating: "But he does not need to worry about anything. It is not conceited to retreat from the enemy's position alone."

Conceit is an unclear understanding of oneself.

But if a person goes through constant training and hard work in his field, and relies on accumulation to win success again and again, he will no longer be confused. That is not blind arrogance, nor conceitedness, nor external material influence. The arrogance underneath is a self-confidence made of sweat, a treasure that belongs entirely to oneself, and can withstand any burning or freezing.

"Hmm." Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't understand the depth of Ezequiel's words, but she could feel the emotion almost overflowing from his voice.

During her conversation with Ezequiel, Artoria, who had been holding back for a long time, finally took a step forward as if she had made some important determination.

"Menechel!"

The petite king opened his mouth to call Menechiel, but when he raised his head, he found that Menechiel had not left at all. He was half-turned to look at him.

The base of her ears felt a little hot, and her heart was beating against her chest at a high speed for no apparent reason. Arturia's lips trembled, and her face was as straight as possible, her expression a little colder than usual.

She knew it was shyness.

She would definitely be shy if she did something unbecoming of a king in front of everyone.

But once Arturia makes up her mind, she won't change it easily.

'Definitely say it out loud this time. '

"I……"

'The one transmitted from the spiritual base is one of Lancer's regrets. '

"you must……"

Regret, why did I have to act like a king until the end?

"You must come back."

Resentment, why I couldn't show Menechelle the feelings that belonged to [Artoria].

"I don't want to lose you." She didn't know whether this was an emotion that belonged to her, Lancer, King Arthur or Artoria.

but--

Taking a step forward, without anyone expecting it, she stood up on tiptoes and almost hysterically grabbed the two corners of Menechelle's shawl.

"If I don't have you anymore..."

"I'm the only one left."

But it doesn't matter if you don't know, Menechiel will know and he will fix everything.

Artoria believed so.

There was a certain tenderness in front of him, and Menechelle was startled for a moment. The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and his sharp red eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold red light disappeared.There was no negative emotion coming from that smile, and Menechelle actually showed a normal happy smile.

He also retracted his steps a little, and hugged Artoria with more force, but he was afraid of hurting the person in his arms, so he didn't dare to use too much force, and his hands had nowhere to rest, which is rare. He showed a hesitant attitude.

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest."

……

Judging from the level of spiritual power, Saber Menechel's agility is not particularly outstanding, but that is also compared to his other attributes.

In just a few blinks, Menechelle's figure had disappeared from the end of the field of vision.

When the last bright red color completely faded away, Artoria's chest became empty like a potato with the core cut out by Gawain.

She stared blankly at the still dark night.I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"It's love."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Artoria, and the voice was obviously teasing.

"It's a love emotion that doesn't belong to a king."

Arturia turned her head nervously.

The upper half of Merlin's body almost blended into the night. Through his translucent body, one could even see Fujimaru Ritsuka's surprised expression behind him.

The feeling of disappointment didn't even have time to restrain itself, it was just frozen on Artoria's face.

"Uh-huh, Merlin, you're not dead yet!"

It was Leonardo da Vinci who spoke out the thoughts of everyone present.Perhaps she felt the pleasure of speaking out her heart during the conversation with Menechelle, but at this time she completely lost the etiquette she used to treat the great magician at the beginning.

The projection surface clearly showed her incredible expression. Under the bombardment of Lancer's near-destructive Noble Phantasm, even Chaldea's communication was affected, but Merlin, who was in direct contact, was still able to float out. .

"Eh? That makes me sad."

Merlin's tone was low at first, but then quickly rose again: "At that time, I even hid in the holy sword, so I escaped."

"Thanks to my two disciples for protecting me, teacher."

"So do you have any unfulfilled wishes when you come out now?"

Da Vinci had no interest in inquiring about the other party's escape experience.

"Yeah. Although I really want to be lazy, with Lancer here, Menechelle can't sit back and relax even if she goes all out, so I have to do something." Merlin narrowed his eyes.

"Now, because you only borrowed part of Lancer's spiritual energy, you are still unable to fully exert the power of the holy sword."

"So, please insert the holy sword back into the stone slab, and then pull it out again when you understand who you really are."

I'm so busy, so busy, so busy, why do I have to leave the homework before the National Day to me after the National Day!So busy, so busy, so busy, so busy