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

Chapter 38 Rebellion with a Hammer

According to Merlin, this is not a simple breath of a dragon, but a soft breath of all kinds of fantasies mixed together on Menechel's body—from this point of view, Menechel is no longer a pure breath. of humans.

For ordinary creatures with low intelligence, it is an irreversible suppression, but it is a pity that this suppression seems to be ineffective for humans.

And possessing this unexpected ability will not bring any qualitative leap to Menechel's individual combat ability. He is sure to take the head of the horse owl before the cavalry rushes to him.

But this is not to say that this "suppression" is really useless.When the two armies were at war, facing a large cavalry charge, he could completely rely on this suppressive force on the horse to complete the easy harvest of the enemy.Menechel can create a group of "special combat troops against cavalry".

The only problem now is that this kind of suppression does not distinguish between friend and foe. To achieve the expected goal is to solve the problem that one's own cavalry will also lose their combat ability.After two days of trying in vain, Menechel finally found a solution—to get rid of all the guys who caused this problem.

The two hundred or so elite mounted knights under Menechel's command were downgraded to foot knights in an instant. Fortunately, the deterrence brought by the feat of "Strength against a Hundred Horses" not long ago is still there, although there are still complaints But no one dared to speak.

"Sooner or later, there will be problems with your management like this." Arturia said while annotating the memorial in her hand, "What should you do if there is a mutiny after going to the battlefield?"

"I don't know much about managing this kind of thing. I can only kill people." Minechel had a broken attitude, but there was a little helplessness in his voice.While devoting all his energy to physical training, Menechel also had to give up other aspects of study, and even the training of the knights was handed over to Lanmark to solve by Menechel.

He didn't want to bother Artoria if he could.

"I'll let Aggavin help you."

Suddenly Artoria spoke, she stopped the movements in her hands, stretched a little, and the dull hair on the girl's head rose and fell with her movements.

Menechel, who was completely focused on the sloppy hair, just had an indifferent appearance of "it's just up to you to decide".

Seeing this, Artoria couldn't help puffing up her cheeks a little, and her emerald green eyes stared fiercely at Menechel: "This is not a trivial matter that can be ignored, it is related to your life."

"So I trust your decision."

Menechel also looked back at the past without showing any weakness, but her tone was not strong at all: "Because of my trust in you, I can entrust my back to you without reservation, and I can entrust these matters to you." You decide, and you can carry out the orders you give without thinking at all."

Artoria looked at Menechel in a daze, the girl's heart seemed to be pinched by something invisible, her heart beat so fast, but she still forcefully forced herself to turn her head.

"It's too cunning to say something like that."

Her voice was hoarse, no longer the sassy voice of the past, the low volume was completely covered up in the ambiguous tone.After all, she was only a teenage girl, and she could no longer guarantee the majesty of the king when accepting this level of confession, but Artoria had to turn her face away again feeling the burning gaze.

The girl’s cute demeanor made Minechel couldn’t help but raise the corners of her lips. No matter how soft the voice just now was, it couldn’t escape his ears. This kind of taboo feeling of contrasting the cuteness of the past made Minechel’s heart beat a little faster. .

He recalled what Teacher Merlin said, did he like it?Menechel doesn't know that it's just this kind of excitement that is different from the battle that makes him intoxicated, so let's take it as liking—when did this kind of liking that can't help but come out even if he doesn't want to admit it? ?

To this day, he has long been unable to distinguish whether he was absorbed by the heaven depicted by the girl or yearned for the girl who depicted heaven.

"Menechel, there must be one thing. I want to explain it to you now." Artoria forced a straight face, and regained some of the arrogance that belonged to the king.

Seeing Artoria who suddenly became serious, Menechel, who was sitting opposite, also put away the smile on her face at the right time, signaling that she was listening.

"I'm very sorry. As a king, I can't fall in love. For the sake of Britain, my life can only be devoted to the country."

Artoria had already been thinking about this matter after the last meeting, and she knew that doing so might lead to a fetter between her and Menechel, but her conscience also told Artoria that she should not do anything. Don't say anything.

"What do you think of me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who promises to return favors?" Menechel's eyes revealed indignation: "I didn't come here because I wanted you to do something for me. I just, just-"

Under the pressure of anger and some unknown emotions, Menechel couldn't find the right words for a while, and in the gap between his words, Artoria spoke again as if she had been prepared:
"Although the waiting time is so long that I don't even know when it will be, but if there is a day, if you are still willing until that day, I also want to feel the love that belongs to the common people."

The words Menechel had just conceived immediately stuck in his throat, he opened his mouth wide and looked at Artoria in a daze, as if he wanted to speak but dared not.

Perhaps as if she had said the most daring words in her life, Artoria's face flushed a little, but the almost overflowing girlishness flowed into Menechel's ears verbatim accompanied by her cool and pleasant voice.

"Menechel, do you remember what I said before we parted last time?"

"At that time, the country will be stable, and I will no longer be King Arthur."

"Then, I won't be a knight anymore at that time." Menechel immediately understood Artoria's words.

"Let's go to see the snow together then." Artoria took the initiative to shake Menechel's hand.

This is a dreamlike scene, but the warmth from the palm is not fake. Menechel raised her eyes stiffly, moving her gaze inch by inch from the intersection of their palms to the girl in front of her. Red's peaceful smile.

"Artoria, I"

"Cough cough!"

Before Menechel could say anything, there was a sudden coughing sound, like a thief caught on the spot, the two retracted their overlapping hands extremely quickly.

Menechel looked at the door angrily, but saw Merlin's half-smile face.A sense of guilt that shouldn't exist, like a child caught in a puppy love by his parents, surged into his heart, causing Minechel to stand up immediately, and he looked at the few pages of paper in Merlin's hand: "If there is business, I will not Too much trouble."

"How is it, how does it feel to be in love?" Merlin ignored Menechel who was walking away, and looked at his "daughter".

"Mr. Merlin, since when did you start eavesdropping?" Arturia glared at Merlin with some annoyance.

"It hasn't been long, probably since you asked Agravin to help Menechel."

Isn't that the beginning - so why did you just choose to come in!

Arturia bit her lower lip and said nothing. She raised her head and was about to complain when she saw that Merlin had restrained the smile on his face.

"Menechel is definitely on your side, but because of this, if one day your will runs counter to Camelot, and even elects a new king to drive you away, he will not hesitate to set off Rebellion." Merlin sat down in front of Menechel, folded his hands under his chin, and said in a deep voice different from the past: "Minechel, he is a loyal minister who belongs only to you. "

Arturia listened to Merlin's words, but did not respond for a long time.

If she died like King Uther on the way to restore the country, maybe Menechel would immediately turn her back on it?

She couldn't help thinking, and when she closed her eyes, Arturia's eyes gradually became sharper.

"It's enough." She said, her tone was not inferior to Menechel's confidence: "He belongs to me alone, that's enough."

Merlin took a panoramic view of everything and sighed inwardly.

After all, nothing can be changed, and everything is developing according to the established track in a dull manner.

"Really." The smile returned to Merlin's face: "As a teacher, my disciples live in harmony, and I am also very pleased."

At this time, Menechel, who was the conversation partner of the two, felt a little annoyed that he had left - if he had just ignored Merlin and said his words, it would have been fine.

Menechel sighed and could only wait for the next time.

It's just that Menechel's "next time must be" is destined to be postponed indefinitely, because that night, the news of the rebellion by the king of Beidibei and the other three kings was conveyed to Artoria's desk.

As agreed before, Menechel was dispatched to counter the rebellion.

　big chapter belongs to yes
　　
　
(End of this chapter)