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

Arturia stretched out her palms to cover Menechelle's chest, and blue-gold light condensed into balls in her palms.

Strands of magic separated out threads to fill the hole in Menechelle's chest.

The vital signs stabilized, allowing Artoria's tense face to relax slightly, but before she could withdraw her palm, a hand took her hand first.

"Don't do anything stupid. Put the scabbard back."

Menechelle opened his eyes, and although he was still out of breath, Avalon had definitely improved his health.

"you're awake."

Arturia's eyebrows slightly arched.

Menechelle pursed her lips.He never lost consciousness, and even when he was about to die, he always kept his spirits up.But fortunately, he was able to correct Artoria's mistake at the moment.

"Take the scabbard and leave." Menechel glanced at the ice coffin with raised white scales. Even if he thought with his feet, he could guess what would come out of it at the next moment.He spoke faster: "Without the scabbard, the white dragon cannot leave the Europa Mountains. With your speed, you can definitely do it. In this way, Camelot will--"

"how about you?"

Menechelle was stunned, as if she didn't expect Artoria to ask such a question.He asked as if he didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"What about you?" Arturia repeated tirelessly.

"I can't run away."

The biting cold wind carried a few snowflakes falling from the clouds, causing Menechelle's tone to gradually calm down.

"But even if it is like this, there is something I can do. I can hold it back, and then, Artoria, Camelot can continue."

She stared at the man in front of her who suddenly froze and opened his mouth but forgot to speak.

The memory that did not belong to her clearly overlapped with the scene in front of her.

The despairing snow-capped mountains, and the warmth that was being deprived of her little by little.

——"I'm sorry, Artoria. But as a knight, I also have an uncompromising wish... That's it, you must live."

——"In this way, your wish will surely come true."

It's so similar to that time.

She couldn't help but think so.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, this man will make the same choice.

“It can’t be done.

That loneliness, that helplessness.

"Menechel."

I don’t know since when, she would dream of the same scene every night. In the endless snowfield, she stabbed Menechelle’s chest with her own hands.

The mask called the King was stuck on her face, making it difficult for her to take it off. But when the cold wind came again that day, Merlin's denial and Morgan's ridicule, every character in the name of the King was reflected. The mask left a deep crack, and the fragmentation of the holy sword was the last crack in the mask. At this moment, the outer shell belonging to the king was peeled off, revealing the core underneath.

The hanging bangs cast heavy shadows, covering her eyes. She raised her head and showed a forced smile: "I...can't defeat him either."

That voice has been lingering in her ears. At this time, she finally couldn't help it and spoke at the highest volume, as if that could break away from the voice in her ears:
"Let's run away. The further away the better, I don't want to be king anymore

But what caught my eye was not Menechelle's surprised or hesitant face. Menechelle was looking at her with an expression that included surprise and confusion.

Suddenly, a hand hit her face. The force was not heavy. It was said to be a slap, but it was more like a caress.

Menechelle kept reaching out and stood up from the ground.

The aura of a servant on his body had completely disappeared.But he had to stand up.

At this time, the outline of a white dragon has been vaguely formed. The most important thing to do now is to let Artoria run away immediately.

However, Menechelle changed her mind.Because at this time, there are more important things than escaping, otherwise, even if Artoria successfully escapes from here, it will be no different from death.

She can live alone, but she cannot live alone.

"It's a very tempting proposal, but if I agree here, I'm afraid I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. In fact, you will regret knowing me like this."

Staring into Artoria's eyes, Menechelle gave a rare smile:

"Artoria, you know, Camelot can rise, fall, prosper, or be destroyed. I don't care at all what it is like."

"But you care, so I care." He grabbed the holy sword that Artoria had dropped on the ground, and the sword made a soft clicking sound.

"But I don't care now..."

"You care." Menechelle snapped.

"In my opinion, no one loves Camelot more than you, and no one is more suitable to be the king here than you. I don't know why you are like this, what turned you into this."

"I don't care whether you are King Arthur or Artoria. You who explain your ideals and beauty to me, you who show your true attitude, you who bring everyone a steely sense of security, this is you, your appearance, I like them all. So, you don’t need to change anything for me. You don’t need to change anything.”

"You can do it, right?" Menechelle handed the holy sword to Artoria. With the holy sword and the scabbard, she is the most powerful king in Britain.

As long as she is around, the Britons still have a spiritual backbone that neither he nor Kai can replace.

The white dragon bowed its head, and the wind and snow suddenly stopped.

Dark red arcs of electricity erupted from Menechelle's body, as if they were the last radiance left after the flames burned out. Visible to the naked eye, it was much dimmer than at the beginning.

The white dragon grinned, revealing its fangs. With a burst of breath, the strong wind blew the flying snow all over the sky, and the white haze formed overwhelmingly gathered towards this side.

The white mist is getting closer and closer, like a roaring avalanche.Menechelle's body tensed up, and magic energy converged on his fist.

He dare not relax.

It is precisely because he has experienced the power of Servants that he knows how weak human beings are under such supernatural power.

Perhaps, his body would be buried in it in an instant.

But a touch of bright gold drove away the biting coldness.

Arturia stood beside Menechelle.

"you……"

Menechelle was a little anxious, but when he turned his head and saw Artoria's face clearly, all the negative emotions disappeared.

There was no hesitation on Artoria's face just now, but more of the usual coldness.

But the slight movement of biting her lower lip still showed her stubbornness that was different from usual.

"Of course I'm going to make the right choice."

She took a long breath to calm her magic and mood.

"There is no king who abandons his subjects and cedes the country's territory to escape alone. If it is as you say, I am really no different from death."

Arturia raised her sword, and golden light spread from her palm.

"You said you would believe me, right, Menechelle."

"of course."

"So, would you like to fight with me once?"

Someone's voice sounded in her ears, urging her to take the next step.

"In order to regain the territory, to protect the ministers, and to eradicate the traitor to the king."

Following Artoria's voice, Menechelle's body also lit up with a blue-gold light, vaguely echoing Artoria's holy sword.

That is the glow of the scabbard Avalon.

She had already placed the scabbard on Menechelle.

She smiled slightly playfully at Menechelle.

She obeyed the voice and clasped the hilt of the sword with her second hand.

"Help me hold on for one minute, no, 1 seconds is enough."

Bathed in the familiar golden light, Menechiel responded:
"Then, as you wish."

　It's because Minai has memories of the future and feels that he must die that he is so decisive and straightforward.

　　(End of this chapter)