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

"I won."

Lancer immediately objected.

Compared to Menechel, who was lying on the ground without the strength to move, Lancer could at least move.

It was obvious that there was no point in arguing about this. After all, no matter who won, she, whose soul was penetrated, and he, whose magic power was exhausted but fatally injured, could not escape the end of death.

However, looking at Menechelle who was still trying to open her eyes even though the holy spear was piercing her body, Lancer was unwilling to admit defeat verbally.

But in fact, she knew that she had lost.

Because of the protection of the scabbard Avalon, she relaxed her vigilance when Menechiel's sword was broken, but she did not expect that even just one of the fragments of the sword could still be released as a sure kill.

Even, because of the change in form, it also gained the advantage of throwing.

just.

"Is it the Four Swords?"

She felt a little regretful, but also seemed to be laughing at herself.

Fortunately, she had boasted a lot recently that she knew everything about Menechelle.

"Indeed...there are only three swords."

Menechelle steeled herself, but her tone of voice became weaker and weaker.

"The second sword is the one that can offset your Noble Phantasm."

Menechelle raised the corner of her mouth.

What Lancer thought was the second sword that struck her was just absorbing the defensive counterattack released by Lancer's attack.

Before the big sword hit Lancer, at that moment, Menechel let go of his left hand, and the big sword that lost its charge struck Lancer. This is why Lancer said:
——"The injury was much less severe than expected."

Lancer also seemed to realize something, and she immediately showed a helpless smile.

"So, even the fact that your sword broke was something you showed me, right?"

"Ha." Menechelle's eyes gradually became hazy, and his eyelids closed a little bit: "The sword is much harder than I thought. My hands are still hurting now."

In order to make Lancer believe that he had indeed struck the second sword, in order to hide the second sword, he destroyed his own weapon with his own hands.

But... after using three swords, it will really break.

The guess was really accurate.

"Come with me..."

Die.

Menechel knew that Lancer was bound to die, so his smile was somewhat sincere.

In this way, it can be regarded as paving the way forward for Artoria.

Moreover, although Lancer is an enemy, he is also the best enemy.Being able to go on the road together is quite romantic.

"Think about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lancer sat down next to him.

She touched the holy spear embedded in Menechelle's chest with her only movable hand.

The holy spear was summoned by its master and disappeared into a spiritual form.

The magic expenditure in this area was reduced, and the blue-gold fluorescence on Lancer's body became a bit richer, but it was unable to expel the death energy that penetrated into the soul.

The blue-gold fluorescence spread on Lancer's hand and was transmitted to Menechelle through his palm.

As if stimulated by the outside world, Menechelle's chest also lit up with a blue-gold light.

"but."

She looked at Menechelle who had closed her eyes and seemed to be in a coma. Lancer held his hand and made no move to become more intimate.

"The person you should be accompanying is not me."

And...if my knight knew about it, he would probably be angry too.

The magic power was squeezed out of her body, Lancer's eyes began to become distracted, and her lips became numb.

"So, stay with your king until the end."

I don't want her to feel the same pain as me.

She looked at the pale Menechelle in front of her, and she seemed to see another person through that face.

She saw the face gradually regaining its vitality, she saw the opponent's bloody palms from breaking the sword being wrapped in flesh and blood again, and she saw the flesh that had been scorched by her holy spear come back to life.

She raised the corners of her mouth, dignified and gentle.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it scorching air, and golden light spots floating up from nowhere blinded her eyes.

She saw the familiar white light again. Her numb and cold body was covered by the pure cold light like snow. Instead of feeling cold, she felt very warm. This time, the white light did not fade. It magnified in front of Lancer's eyes. The breeze blowing from it seems to carry the fragrance of green grass.

Lancer's eyes were completely closed.From the damaged part of the spiritual base, magic particles scattered out bit by bit, and in just a blink of an eye, her body became thin and transparent.

However, there was no trace of death pain on her face.The peaceful look on his face made Lancer feel as peaceful as if he was asleep.

It was indeed time for her to enter a long sleep.

Starting from the feet, the body collapsed bit by bit. The remaining head was slightly downward, but the corners of the mouth were raised upward, as if he had had some peaceful dream.

Suddenly, Lancer uttered words that sounded like he was mumbling in his sleep:
"I dreamed of...my knight."...

Bangs were blown.

Lancer opened her eyes, but the dazzling light stimulated her to close them again.

It was like suddenly coming out of a dark place, and you could feel the heat of the light even through your eyelids.

But at a certain moment, the light was blocked by a shadow cast from above.

Feeling the change of this moment, Lancer opened her eyes, and then she saw a pair of concerned eyes.

"Artoria, are you awake?"

Lancer was startled, and she saw Menechelle. At this time, he stretched out one hand to block the incoming sunlight for her. He spread his feet flat and rested Lancer's head on his thighs.

She blinked slightly.

Lancer found that he was enjoying the pillow on his knees and put his head back down.

'Dream? '

She made a cute twang.

"what happened?"

Meeting those eyes, the corners of Lancer's lips raised, and she smiled.

"I think I had a dream."

"In the dream, I did a lot of wrong things. A lot."

But Menechelle just put her hand on her forehead.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what Arturia does, I will always be by your side."

Lancer's beautiful eyes narrowed.

This time she was sure that the person in front of her was her Menechelle.

"But all of Camelot is rebelling against me."

"Then I'll take you out."

Without even a moment's hesitation, Menechelle answered.

"What about Camelot?"

"Never mind it. I'll only be on your side."

"you."

Artoria stretched out her finger, but the tense look on her face turned into a smile the next moment.

"I heard that in the far Eastern countries, people like you will definitely be said to be a fool who ignores the country for the sake of women."

Arturia's words were somewhat profound, and Menechelle could only understand the general meaning.

He turned his head slightly to prevent Arturia, who was lying on his lap, from looking at his face.

He said:
"However, those women must not be as good as you, Artoria." His tone was matter-of-fact: "Artoria is Artoria, unique to me."

With her lips slightly open, Artoria was stunned by this sentence.

Suddenly she patted Menechelle's arm.

She was surprised by her little daughter's gesture.

What happened to me today?
"What are you talking about? Those stupid people are all kings. Why did you put yourself in the role of king?"

"Eh?"

Looking at Menechelle who was at a loss because she said the wrong thing, happiness overflowed in her heart and showed on her face.

"never mind."

Arturia didn't care about it, but she wouldn't wait for Menechelle to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What you just said is what I want to say." Arturia suddenly stood up and put her head in front of Menechelle's turned face.

"Hmm." Menechelle was unable to dodge, and Arturia saw the blush on her face.

"Artoria is so strange today. Is it related to the dream just now?"

He murmured, perhaps because his voice sounded a bit tongue-tied due to shame.

"Want to know?" Artoria stood up and said, "I'll tell you when I get back."

"Then, there are many things I want to tell you."

There are so many things that I want to tell you since you left until now.

The wind blew through the treetops, blowing the green leaves on the branches.Feeling the gentle wind, Artoria seemed to have thought of something.

She turned her head and caught a glimpse of herself behind her from the corner of her eye.I only saw the two people standing in the most remote position, as if they were incompatible with the entire world, one was her and the other was Menechelle (Saber).

They just watched, while she raised her head in triumph.

She shook her head, pulled the stunned knight, and walked into the dream constructed by grass and sunshine.

ps1: The reason why Lancer’s personality is so different is because it was a dream, and secondly because he had suppressed his emotions for several years and now he exploded after seeing that person.
ps2: I feel uneasy until the ending of Lancer is finished.