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

Chapter 415 Vixen (Alert)

Although it was Menechel who captured Artoria as a guide, it was Artoria who was chattering excitedly in the end.

"so beautiful."

Posted next to the window, Artoria's eyes were shining brightly. Inside the display cabinet, there was a royal blue shirt hanging on the prosthetic mannequin.

"This was designed by Mr. Murien, a popular producer in the Fairy Kingdom. No other store sells this collection." The salesperson, the Fairy, introduced with a smile and looked at Menechelle with a suggestive look.

‘Hurry up and buy one for your female companion! ’

Menechelle subconsciously stretched out his hand, but his waist was empty. He glanced at the price again. After seeing the six zeros behind it, he withdrew his gaze and put his hands in his pockets to pretend to look into the distance. House of.

He is a visitor from another world. Even if he is asked to give out a single pound, it is impossible, but he cannot lose in terms of momentum:

"Artoria, if you like it, just buy it."

It doesn't matter, he will take Artoria to escape anyway.

Arturia glared at Menechelle fiercely. This was a chain store owned by Murien. How could the two of them escape while they were still in the opponent's fairy realm.

"No, no, no, I have no intention of buying it." Arturia, who knew that Menechelle was unreliable, took the initiative and said, "We don't have the spare money to buy it either."

She couldn't waste her precious travel money on unimportant matters.

"It's better to try it on first. You can't see clearly through the window." Miss Goblin continued to persuade her, and while persuading her, she opened the back door of the window.

"no, I'm fine."

Although Artoria was waving her hands, she had no real intention to stop her. After accepting the clothes handed to her by the elf lady, she did not need anyone to push her and walked into the dressing room this time. room.

She seemed to really want to buy it.

Menechelle touched his pocket - it was a product created by his magic power, so of course there couldn't be a pound in it.

He glanced at his mouth. He didn't realize the importance of money when he was alive, but he realized it after death.

However, Artoria wearing clothes of that color——

It was as if a sharp pinhole was suddenly pierced into his skin, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were staring at him. What followed was a cold feeling like falling into an ice cave, which continued to stimulate Menechelle. Every inch of his body interrupted his thoughts in an instant. The circulation of magic power seemed to disappear at this moment. Instinctively, he sensed an extremely strong danger.

His body reacted one step ahead of his brain, and the magic power gathered into tiny arcs. The arcs solidified between beats, and with the roar of thunder, red armor covered his body.

Almost at the moment he turned around, he swung his arm back, and a red and white broad-bladed sword was caught in his hand out of thin air. The thrown sword cut a bright afterimage, and the air was ripped out with a crisp sonic boom. The sound, from the appearance of the armor to the swing of the sword, the whole process happened in the blink of an eye. The man who looked like he couldn't cheer up one moment suddenly became violent the next moment, so that when the salesman goblin reacted and wanted to scream, he was so loud. The sword had already hit the empty space, and the stone bricks were smashed into pieces. As the sword was raised, wisps of dust flew up.

Menechelle looked at the pink-haired woman in front of her, who was clearly smiling but had a hint of malicious intent.

That's a beauty. Even Menechelle felt the same way. Her long, flowing pink hair was tightly and carefully tied up, but the tips of her hair poked out playfully from the green tips. Her rimless glasses only highlighted the effect. The woman's fox-like narrow eyes are alluring, and the most eye-catching thing is the other person's chest. The collar of the jacket with the same color as the cowboy hat is open, and the tight and thin white shirt underneath is bulged high. Compared with hers, , Artoria is indeed like an ungrown little girl.

This is a woman who has a strong desire to conquer no matter how she looks at her. But at this time, Menechel didn't have any lingering thoughts at all.

- was avoided.

Although he was suppressed by the realm in the city, he had just struck out with a sword without any warning, but the woman had dodged it lightly, and most importantly, the aura of the woman in front of him...

"Oh. I thought it was a mistake in my perception at first, but it turns out it's really a Servant from another world (pan-human history)?"

Servant, but not just a Servant, there seems to be something deeper hidden under that beautiful primate appearance.

But there is no doubt that the malice Menechel felt just now was emanating from the servant in front of him.

"Do you want to attack me?" Menechelle raised the sword and pretended to be relaxed with a disdainful smile: "Think about it, I am very strong."

Now, he has to lead the woman in front of him elsewhere...

"Menechelle, see how I am?"

First, there was a "squeaking" sound from the door being pushed, and then Artoria's questioning voice came. But just as she said her words, she was shocked to see the man with his back to her in an attacking posture. Menechel and the pink-haired woman pointed at by Menechel's sword.

Hearing the voice, the pink-haired servant glanced at him with interest: "Your companion in the fairy country?"

After saying this, a big fluffy tail slipped out from behind the hem of her clothes, and the tip of the tail flexibly turned in a circle, facing the direction of Arturia under Menechelle's gaze.

Thunder exploded, and the bright red light of the sword became dull under the accumulation of excessive magic power.

"Lady F, stop irritating him and don't use violence in Gloucester."

This was another female voice. Since he had been paying attention to the pink-haired woman, Menechelle had ignored that there was another figure hiding behind the servant named "Lady F".

A petite purple-haired fairy wearing the same green dress as the woman in front of her stood in mid-air, with insect-like thin emerald green wings flapping at high speed.

After hearing this voice, the pink-haired servant actually put away his offensive posture without any hesitation. Then the petite goblin turned to Menechelle again:

"This is all a misunderstanding. My friend has no intention of provoking a fight. Visitors from another world, I don't want bloodshed to happen in Gloucester."

flaw--

But before Menechelle could seize this flaw, she heard the voice of the elf lady behind her:

"Lord Murien..."

‘Murrian, a very familiar name. ’

Arturia didn't have time to change her clothes, so she trotted over to Menechelle and pulled his arm. After pulling, it didn't work, so Artoria said in as low a voice as possible: "Menechelle, this is the lord of Gloucester, Lord Murien."

——No wonder there was a lot of commotion caused by the short battle just now, but not a single goblin was watching. Is it that so-called realm again?

The sword and armor decomposed into magic light particles, and Menechel put away her offensive stance.

It's not that he really intends to listen to Murien's words, but - although everyone's abilities have been suppressed to the initial state due to the influence of the domain, Menechel does not believe that Murien will restrain himself by his own rules.

There is no need to initiate a fight on the other side's territory.

Seeing Menechelle calm down again, Arturia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She bowed her head to Murien: "We were the ones who offended, Lord Murien."

"No need to apologize. He didn't cause trouble. I took the initiative to find him." Mu Ruien said in a rather cheerful tone. She did not shy away from the fact that she was the one who caused the trouble in the first place:

"It's very good, a great foreign knight, very strong. Are you interested in discussing business cooperation?"

But listening to Murien's words, Artoria lowered her head even lower: "I'm sorry, Lord Murien, we are in a hurry now and didn't mean to disturb you."

With Aurora, who was able to determine the identity of the child of her prophecy with just two sentences, Artoria subconsciously believed that it was her identity as the son of the prophecy that attracted Murien's prying eyes.

but……

"Ah, I almost forgot about you." After hearing the voice, Murien turned to Artoria. Her cheerful and lively expression completely subsided, and she glanced at the clothes Artoria was wearing without the trademarks torn off. Murien thought for a while and suddenly raised his finger: "Since we are talking about business cooperation, how can we not have a meeting gift? I will give you that dress."

"Eh?"

"In exchange, can I borrow your best friend for a few minutes?"

"Hey!" Artoria immediately blushed.

It turned out that it was her own fault, and Murien was not here to find her at all.

However, she thought again that Menechelle obviously didn't want to waste time. So, just say no.

"I have no opinion."

Menechelle spoke first.

……

The streets in the downtown area are not a good place for discussions. Although Murien has cleared the area of ​​pedestrians, it is inevitable that he will feel uneasy.

Therefore, Murien brought Menechelle and Artoria to his mansion.

"Please take a seat." Murien waved her hand and immediately a servant brought tea. She had no sense of being a master and ignored Menechelle and Arturia and tasted the tea by herself.

Arturia looked around uneasily like a village girl who suddenly came from the countryside to the boudoir of the eldest lady in the city. Her raised hand nervously pinched the corner of Menechelle's clothes in front of her.

Menechelle did not go to get refreshments, and Artoria naturally remained calm and motionless.

"Don't look at me with that look. I'm just a [bodyguard] acting on the princess's orders." "Lady F" complained in a coquettish manner as she was being stared at.

"My instructions were correct, because I have been looking forward to meeting visitors from the history of metahumanity other than Beryl Gat, so when Lady F said that she felt a familiar breath from your body, I couldn't wait to follow you. Look, I didn’t expect you to launch an attack without any communication at all.”

"Although my fairy eyes have faded a bit, I can still see that you are not hostile to Britain. On the contrary, I, as the lord of Gloucester, a neutral country, are offended."

"I see that you are short of funds, so as an apology for this offense, I will compensate you with some of this world's currency, 50 million Moroccan pounds. How about that?"

Immediately, an attendant brought the pound up and placed it on Meneshel's left hand, so that he could get it by raising his hand.

Fifty million.

This was a huge sum of money for Menechelle, who was previously penniless.

——At least I don’t have to worry about running out of money to buy clothes for Artoria in the future.

His hostility toward Murien subsided somewhat.

"You know the history of pan-humanity." Menechelle was surprised. The dumb look on Artoria's face when he first mentioned his life experience made him lower his understanding of the intelligence of other fairies in the Fairy Kingdom. In the end, he really knew nothing. Are you the only one who knows about it, the Son of Prophecy?

"Of course, Lady F told me a lot about things there. She also comes from the same world as you. I remember her real name is..."

"Goyanskaya. Tamamo Witch Chi Goyanskaya." The pink-haired woman, Goyanskaya, took over the conversation. She quietly observed Menechel's reaction, and then faced Murien nodded.

Tamamo...

According to feedback from the Holy Grail, that is the name of the great demon jade-faced nine-tailed fox, but it has nothing to do with Menechelle.

"I can understand that you are still willing to meet me in person even if you know the history of pan-humanity." Seeing that Murien didn't know about the Children of Prophecy, Menechel also brought the topic to him: "This is a problem for the goblins. This is a betrayal for the country."

"Of course, I should have tied you up and presented you to Her Majesty the Queen. But, just like Goyanskaya beside me, as long as you don't take the initiative to attack Britain, I will not take the initiative to deal with you. Moreover, You are wrong. Gloucester has diplomatic relations with Her Majesty the Queen's Fairy Kingdom, and I have no obligation to inform her. Moreover, I am also dissatisfied with Her Majesty Morgan. I thought she was a queen who could eliminate disasters and save Britain. As a result, she collects existence taxes, establishes a national killing theater, and exploits every human and fairy equally. She is just a witch who treats Britain as her own private property."

"You are a real fairy."

Along the way, Menechelle had endured compliments from other fairies in the Fairy Country to Morgan. Menechelle smiled when she heard a rare and pertinent comment. Arturia pulled on his left sleeve.

——This is the truth, Murien did not lie. She was indeed dissatisfied with Morgan's rule.

"We can only talk about business cooperation if the misunderstanding is resolved first." A sly smile appeared on Mu Ruien's immature face that was completely inconsistent with her appearance: "Then we can talk about business cooperation."

"As you know, although I don't have any minors to meddle with in Gloucester, I actually lack some outstanding people to help me complete some special tasks." Murien looked at Menechelle with suggestive eyes.

"You want Menechelle to stay here? No!" Artoria raised her head warily.

"I'm not interested in your male companion. I told you this is just cooperation." Murien teased Artoria with a smile, and immediately made the country girl warm.

Murien turned to Menechelle again: "How about it, are you interested? You can mention the reward as you like, as long as it does not endanger Gloucester's safety, you can also let me be your companion."

"Sorry, her will is my will."

Artoria is right, there is really no time to stir things up now.

Arturia opened her mouth slightly as if she was about to cry.

"That's it. It's unexpectedly pure."

"..."

Murien suddenly fell silent. The enthusiasm and liveliness she had shown before fell off like a broken mask at this moment. She waved her hand: "In that case, let's see the guests off."

……

The room where only Murien and Goyanskaya were left fell silent again.

"Really, I thought that spending so many resources would definitely take him down." Murien said: "Did the initial tentative behavior go too far? I remember you said that in the history of pan-humanity, knights will lose their reputation. Looks bigger than life.”

"No, princess." Goyanskaya picked her nails: "He doesn't care about those things anymore. I'm afraid the reason for his retreat..."

Goyanskaya recalled the look in Menechelle's eyes when she looked at Artoria. It was Goyanskaya's... It should be said that it was the look that Tamamo Mae (Daji) was very familiar with before the split.

"——It has something to do with the goblins around him."

"That low-level goblin who has never seen much of the world?"

The magic power is ordinary, the appearance is ordinary, and the size is also ordinary.

"That foreigner... I remember he was called a Servant. He was a heroic spirit from the past in the history of pan-humanity. Does he actually like that?"

"Don't put me and him in the same category." Goyanskaya said casually, but her eyes were slightly condensed.

Are you a follower of metahuman history in the Fairy Kingdom? Unlike her, she is not an apostle of an alien planet, but she can exert power that is not suppressed by "non-existent things in the Fairy Kingdom". Why?

……

"that……"

As soon as she walked out of Murien's mansion, Arturia couldn't help but speak. She pursed her lips and looked away.

"It's all my fault that the conversation ended in a suddenly cold atmosphere."

Menechelle raised his hand, and he skillfully hit Artoria's forehead without even raising his head. Artoria reached out to hold her forehead.

"Huh? Is the strength back to normal again?" Artoria was surprised. This time, the force used to flick her forehead was actually a familiar feeling.

"Don't think too much. Even if you don't say it, I will refuse." Menechelle carried the box given by Murien: "It's better to say that thanks to your fairy eyes, I don't have to think too much."

Artoria thought again of Menechelle's defense of her just now in the mansion. She actually knew that Murien looked down on her, but she didn't drive her away because of Menechel's face.

"That's right." Menechelle suddenly thought of something and said, "You asked me the question before I had time to tell you."

"This dress looks good on you."

"Eh?" Artoria didn't react at first. When she remembered what the problem was, her face flushed first, and then the blush spread to her entire face very quickly.

"I...uh, ah, um, this..." Artoria wanted to say something, but her mouth had its own ideas and wouldn't let Artoria speak. But the more she couldn't speak, the more her expression changed. It just gets redder.

"Senior Menechelle, Lady Artoria!"

Fortunately, Gareth's shout came at this moment, so Artoria no longer had to be so embarrassed.

"Really, I was frightened to hear that you were taken away by Lord Murien."

Listening to Gareth's chatter, Arturia breathed a sigh of relief.

-Well done, Gareth.

——Your previous incident of abandoning the lord (me) and running away alone has been wiped out!

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"Really, he is a guy who can't even remember the names of other fairies, but he can remember the question I casually asked for so long. He must be doing it on purpose!"

"Obviously my name is so long, but it seems that he has never missed calling me Menechelle."

"Guh."

　Ask me why some chapters are 2000 words and some are 4000 words, because some plots are not suitable for splitting and are more suitable for reading together in one go.

　　(End of this chapter)