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

Chapter 409 C: Hey, can we reconcile?

"The sky has not changed at all."

Raising his head, Menechelle looked at the sky. He didn't sleep all night because of the vigil, so he clearly witnessed the process of the sky changing from night to dawn. It was like a torch was suddenly lit in the darkness, and the haze was instantly replaced by golden fantasy colors. Expulsion, there is no gradual process at all.

"What's so surprising about this? Hasn't the sky always been this color?" Arturia handed the cloak and shawl back to Menechelle. She asked nonchalantly and was immediately attracted by the next scene. .

Just like last night when Menechel lit a bonfire with a thunder snake, there was no sign of Menechel singing at all. The cloak turned transparent the moment it was put into his hand and disappeared in layers of light blue light particles.

"It's amazing. Is it magic?"

"No, my weapon is equivalent to a part of my spirit body. Like my body, it can be materialized and spiritualized at will."

"Oh." Artoria nodded. I just think that Menechelle is quite aware of intellectual property protection, but her brain can't understand it at all.

Seeing Artoria's expression, Menechelle knew that the other party did not understand her at all. He simply skipped the topic and grabbed the unburned firewood on the ground. The electric arc gathered in his palm and easily crushed the wood, eliminating the traces they left: "The sky over us is blue. , only at night will it turn orange as the sun sets.”

"Blue is the color of wild hyacinth flowers. The sky on the other side will turn into that color." Artoria's eyes were bright: "It must be a very bright and happy world! Right, Right?"

"You don't have to make it so obvious. I will tell you about my world even if you don't tell me. I keep my word."

The agreement between him and Artoria was made last night, and he was not so forgetful.

"Ahaha, so?" Artoria glanced to the other side.

"Why do you have such an expression! Forget it." Menechelle laughed angrily at Artoria's surprised expression. After a moment of pause, he calmed down the expression on his face, and he matched Artoria's pace. Also slowed down:

"My name is Saltisius Menechiel. But you gave me this name in the beginning."

"I?"

"Yes, you in another world have the same name, the same appearance, and the same voice as you, Artoria Pendragon."

"I was about to starve to death at that time, and then you appeared, gave me food, and then gave me a name, bringing me new life. I also decided that I would live only for her. So, I It may be our fate to bring you out of the Nameless Forest as soon as I was summoned.”

"We agreed to practice separately, and then when she becomes the king, I will assist her. And then, she really became the king, and she also had many pretty good knights under her, such as Lancelot and Gawain. , Tristan, etc. But they are still a little worse than me. Later, these knights were organized into the Round Table, which is the Knights of the Round Table."

"With the help of me and the Knights of the Round Table, Artoria suppressed Morgan and quelled the rebellion in Britain,"

"Well, don't take it too seriously, just think of it as listening to a fairy tale——"

Menechelle took a few steps forward, but soon he noticed that Arturia did not follow.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

He noticed something was wrong and turned around, only to see that the girl kept listening, but her body was frozen in place. The glaze-like light in her eyes was as frozen as the water of the Tomb River that had suffered a severe winter. At this time, Arturia heard Menechelle's call, and she raised her head numbly: "Yes, I am here."

——I feel like my whole person is completely broken.

After taking a few steps back, Menechelle bent closer and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"Ugh! I'm sorry, you must have recognized the wrong person. Although I am the Son of Prophecy, I am definitely not the savior you are looking for. Maybe even the Son of Prophecy made a mistake somewhere... ugh, it hurts!"

"Are you calmer?" Menechelle lifted Artoria to eye level with him with one hand. Artoria opened her eyes and looked at Menechelle aggrievedly. Although I didn't use any force, it was really painful.

She also has a temper!

"Then this is how you treat your savior's peer!" She shouted dissatisfied. Since he is regarded as such a great person, he might as well continue to be wrong.

"Put me down, you idiot!" She swayed and grabbed Menechelle's hair.

"That's right, it's this kind of momentum. You have to show confidence." Menechelle didn't care and smiled indifferently: "Don't worry, I will help you, boss. Everyone is so weak when they first debut. Even King Arthur was just a little girl when I met her... Well, at that time, I was even more unbearable than her, and I was directly suppressed by her without any power to fight back."

Being able to see the young Artoria again made Menechelle's mission that was boring become more interesting.

However, as he was talking, he suddenly realized something was wrong. With this posture, didn't he suddenly transform into Merlin?

"I told you not to call me boss!" Arturia muttered, but her mood dropped visibly: "That's it, then... I am indeed the child of prophecy."

After all, grandpa also said that she was born together with the Rod of Choice, and she is a fairy with the same appearance as the savior of the previous generation, Ash.

"Then, I am a little more confident. I will also imitate that Miss Pendragon to save Britain, and I will work hard. Then let's say goodbye, kind traveler."

"Come back." Menechelle grabbed Artoria's back collar, who turned around and was about to walk in the direction she came from, so that she could only stay where she was.

Artoria: (ω｀)

Menechiel: (*￣︿￣)

Arturia lowered her head.

"Well." She rolled her eyes: "Then you are not a Knight of the Round Table?"

"No."

"Eh? Why?" The question that was just meant to change the subject got an unexpected answer.

"I'll tell you about this... later." The electric arc danced on Menechelle's body, forming a red and white heavy armor amidst the muffled thunder. He reached out and grasped it, and with the strong wind, he grabbed a big sword with one hand: "Something is approaching."

Arturia grabbed some wooden staffs tightly and looked warily in the direction of Menechelle's gaze.

The jungle made a rustling sound, and then two black figures jumped out one after another.

Bronze skin, protruding and sharp teeth, and short stature.

"It's a fairy from the Earth Clan." Arturia whispered in Menechelle's ear.

"It's not just the two of them, there is also a more chaotic magic reaction." Although it is not so strong, it will not make Menechelle act like he is facing a powerful enemy.

When the two goblins of the Earth Clan saw Menechelle, they seemed to have seen a savior. Their eyes shone with light. They ran towards this side and shouted loudly:

"Run! Morse! There is Morse!"

What clung to the backs of several goblins were slime-like black shadows. As soon as the shrubs touched the flowing black, the greenness on them quickly faded, turning into yellow rotten leaves and mud, spreading on the ground.

Morse.

A cursed creature that specializes in hunting goblins.

As they spotted Morse, Morse spotted them.

Can't run away.

Arturia nervously held the cane, no matter how many times she looked at it, she would feel shuddering. But at this moment, a cold and solemn voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "There are four in total, three for me and one for you. Is it okay?" "Huh? Me?"

"Don't worry, let me see your strength." Menechelle patted Artoria's back and rushed forward before she could react.

"The queen's knight!"

When the two goblins saw Menechiel approaching, they immediately pounced on him. Without even looking at them, Menechelle picked up the collars of the two goblins and threw them away in a direction away from Arturia and Morse.

Morse, who was at the front, lost his sight and immediately turned to Menechiel. But he was hit on the head by a sword containing red lightning.

The dull Razer quickly scorched Morse's body surface, and the thick sword slash immediately smashed it back to the ground.

boom!

The ground roared, and the second and third Mors suddenly jumped out, stabbing Menechelle's head with their liquid-like bodies.

As he released the hilt of the sword with his right hand, Menechel stepped forward with his right foot and stepped on the big sword. The sudden increase in force instantly split Mors who was pressed at the bottom of the pit into two pieces. Menechel's two vacated His hands reached out to both sides, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing the bodies of the two Morses that rushed forward.

"Magic Release·Explosion"

With the force of his palm, the two Mors were instantly exploded and turned into black dust. Menechelle looked at her palms thoughtfully.

While watching the scene in front of her, Arturia opened her mouth in a daze while holding the Staff of Choice.

"So strong..."

Although she had experienced the power of Menechelle in the Nameless Forest, because she was the only reference, anyone could make her feel the fear of being crushed to death at will. Therefore, Artoria at that time did not have a true understanding of the power of Menechelle. Feeling the strength of Menethil.

But now, even the high-ranking goblins in the Queen's army cannot compete with the execution of three Morse so lightly, right?

"Watch the front!"

Arturia quickly turned around, and in front of her eyes, a flash of rich black flashed. It was the fourth Morse that Menechelle deliberately let go.

Artoria hurriedly jumped away, avoiding Morse's bite.

She pointed the wooden stick forward, but before she could chant the curse, Mors had already rushed towards her.

Panic flashed in Artoria's eyes. This time, she had no time to jump and rolled a few times to distance herself from Morse. But once she rolled, she was completely suppressed by Morse. No matter how difficult it was to get up, she could only keep rolling.

——You have been keeping distance, but your fighting style is actually biased towards the magician?

Menechelle was surprised. He was really very different from the King Arthur he knew.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the two earth fairies who had been crawling on the ground for a long time after he threw them out. Just when Arturia was about to roll around again, he blocked her in front of her.

Two hands grasped the sides of Morse's long body, but Menechelle did not exert any force.

"Thank you... thank you." Arturia finally stood up, her hair was stained with weeds, and bowed with a blush: "I disappoint you."

"I have no intention of helping you get rid of it." With force on his hands, Menechelle stuck Morse's position so that he could not move: "Recite a spell."

"Yes."

Following an incomprehensible incantation, a magic beam bypassed Menechelle and hit Morse.

Morse struggled a little more, but did not turn into dust like the previous ones.

Finally, after the third spell was recited, the last Morse finally disappeared under the continuous bombardment of magic.

Menechelle put down her hand and turned to look at Arturia.

"I'm sorry." Artoria immediately lowered her head and apologized again. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for Menechelle's knock on her forehead.

But this time Menechelle did not flick her forehead again. He plucked off the broken leaves stuck in Artoria's hair little by little.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because...I couldn't..."

"Well done. Isn't this quite impressive? It's much better than when I first debuted. At that time, I couldn't do anything except stand around."

Menechelle brushed the dust off Artoria's body again, and Artoria finally felt relieved.

"No, don't you need to flick your forehead?"

"Do you want this reward?"

Artoria immediately shook her head, what kind of reward is this!

"You just lack some practical experience. It seems that you will have to find some Morse to practice with you in the future."

Gua, how come you take on the role of a teacher just by talking to yourself!

……

"You are so powerful but you chose a weak and low-level fairy like me as your companion."

"However, there is no cold malice, no heavy expectations, and no burning desire. Obviously, as long as there is a little bit, I can leave without hesitation, but it is the same as grandpa, without any impurities, like a morning star. of goodwill.”

"Of course I will try."

"But it's only within the scope of my abilities. A useless fairy like me, no matter how hard I try, I can't keep up with Miss Pendragon, right?"

"The other me in a different world is so awesome and excellent. She must be working very hard."

"But it's really funny that a lowly elf like me is the peer."

"Ahaha, if he (Menechel) knew my true thoughts and true character, he would probably hate me too."

"If only I weren't the child of prophecy."

　I just finished saying that I wanted to use the title of this volume of all fairy tale masterpieces, and immediately I didn’t know how to title this chapter.

　　(End of this chapter)