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

Chapter 503 Extra: The strangest reunion

A light and airy feeling filled her brain at a certain moment, and Menechelle suddenly opened her eyes in a haze.

The next moment, a red thunder snake suddenly appeared from a certain summoning array. The raging thunder quickly expanded outwards. The magic power in the air that had just calmed down was stirred up by the thunder snake. The red armor almost covered his whole body in an instant. Armed, the excess magic power gathered in his right hand to form an exaggerated red sword.

Swish!
A sword came out of the torrent of light as if it was about to cut apart the world. It cut the light beam cleanly, and then a foot wrapped in armor stepped out, making a dull impact when it landed on the ground.

"I was...summoned again?"

The red knight looked around, and finally when he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka, his movements paused significantly, and the sword he held tightly also dispersed in spirit form.

"Oh, it's you."

The ferocious devil's headgear was shattered into pieces, and Menechelle's face was revealed with the joy of meeting an acquaintance.

But before he could get close, Mashu jumped out like a frightened bird and stood between Fujimaru Ritsuka and him. And Fujimaru Ritsuka was very cooperative and hid behind Mashu.

Menechel: "?"

At this time, Menechel, who had just walked out of the door of the summoning room and had not even had time to turn the corner, had already met someone leaning against the wall with his eyes closed as if waiting for something.

"That seems to be the case." Looking at the other person's back as he walked out, Fujimaru Ritsuka paused, feeling that he had overlooked something.

"Nonsense!" Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could finish speaking, Menechelle's face had already turned grim. He flicked Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead gently and lightly: "Don't believe that woman who is full of lies."

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka looking forward in a daze, Mashu asked:
"Senior, do you still need to continue summoning?"

……

The ice blue lining was exposed under the black coat, and the white hair fell along her perfect side face. When she heard the footsteps getting closer, her eyelashes trembled and she broke away from the state of concentrating with her eyes closed. out.

"Holy Sword User? What nonsense? Isn't that Artoria?" Menechelle grinned with an incomprehensible expression, and then he seemed to have thought of something and made a fist with his left hand and knocked on the palm of his right hand: "Oh, oh, That's it, don't be so alert. Although I was summoned last time with the mission of assassinating Fujimaru Ritsuka, this time I was actually summoned by you, and last time I relied on my own will and did not execute it until I was deported. Task."

"pain."

Fujimaru Ritsuka covered his forehead and squatted down in pain. Taking advantage of the way she got out of the way, Menechel strode over. The armor on his body gradually dissipated as he walked, and when he reached the door, he had changed into regular clothes.

"How should I call you?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked complicated: "Should I call you the First Knight, or...the Holy Swordsman of Savior?"

Bad news: This is a killer of inhibition, and a servant whose memory is stuck in the previous version.

"Oh, summon..." Only halfway through the words, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized the problem.

Looking at Menechel like this, Mashu said to Fujimaru Ritsuka: "It seems that Mr. Menechel this time is indeed not hostile."

"No! Matthew! If Menechelle goes out now, there will definitely be a conflict with the guy at the door!"

Beautiful blue eyes opened, meeting Menechelle's frowning gaze of disgust.

"But Minako said that you were having so much fun that you forgot about the mission, and then you were forced to send back by the restraint force..."

Good news: I thought it was the Holy Sword User from the Lost Belt who was chasing me, but luckily I was the Servant of Pan-Human History.

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, unable to remember for a moment. But as Menechelle spoke her last words, she finally remembered.

This was the day after returning to the base after conquering the Sixth Lostbelt. As usual, the spirit base summoning was performed in the summoning room.

"Assassination? Last time? What?"

"Huh, you're finally here."

"what?"

"You left Camelot without my permission. Even if you finally came back on time, do you think I would get over it so easily?"

In terms of appearance alone, she can definitely be called a beauty. However, Menechelle's body had tensed up, his right hand drooped, and he looked at Morgan who suddenly appeared in front of him. But as if Morgan didn't notice this abnormality, he stood up from the wall he was leaning on, came to Menechelle, and reached out to grab Menechelle's hand.

"However, I am giving you the opportunity to apologize to me. Come on, come to my room."

Menechelle took a step back, and while pulling away, he flicked his right hand and a large sword appeared out of thin air with lightning, and the blade struck directly at Morgan's head.

Clang——!
The great sword was blocked by the magic barrier protecting the body, and Menechelle made no further moves. He looked at Morgan condescendingly and appraisingly.

"You stupid woman, what are you talking about? Do you want to die? Or is your brain finally broken?"

Morgan's eyes froze, and the corners of her mouth seemed to tremble a few times. Her face, which was usually expressionless, remained cold, but there was clearly a hint of sadness.

"I see, it's not you..." She closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, she had lost interest in continuing the conversation.

Menechelle seemed to be ignited by Morgan's look on her violent personality: "Originally, I didn't bother to cause trouble for you - but in this case, I don't mind killing you several times a day to relieve my fatigue."

A bit of lightning danced on the sword.

"Ah."

What he responded to was Morgan's disdainful taunt.

"Wait! Stop it!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came from far behind, and along with her words, Menechelle and Morgan were enveloped in a red light.

The two command spells acted on the two servants respectively. Although they did not have a mandatory effect, they expressed Fujimaru Ritsuka's attitude.

Menechelle clicked her tongue and moved the sword away, and Morgan also closed his eyes, and the dangerous aura converged in his body. Taking this opportunity, Fujimaru Ritsuka inserted himself between Menechelle and Morgan, separating them with his body.

"Calm down, everyone." After saying that, Fujimaru Ritsuka faced Menechelle.

"Menechelle, she is not the Morgan from the history of pan-humanity that you know. She just mistook you for someone else when she talked to you like that."

Listening to Fujimaru Ritsuka's story, Menechelle couldn't understand it for a while. In Fujimaru Ritsuka's story, Morgan became the lonely queen who saved Britain from collapse. Unable to understand it, he could only put on a straight face and act like a cold knight.

"There's no need to say so much, I'm not interested in her." Menechelle waved her hand, feeling like she couldn't keep pretending if she didn't leave him. But just leaving like this always feels like a humiliating escape.

So before turning the corner, Menechelle left a vicious message: "Fujimaru Ritsuka, if you want to use my hand to get rid of him, then put her and me in the same team."

In this way, it should be fine.

While thinking this, Menechelle noticed that the ground beneath her feet began to tremble.

Morgan's first reaction was that Menechel turned around in anger, and his magic power formed the shadow of the heavy armor. But before the armor took shape, Menechel's eyes saw the person clearly.

It was a blond girl holding a staff. She looked elegant and elegant in both appearance and clothing. However, only the running posture with her head lowered gave Menechelle an inexplicable sense of deja vu. .

"That handsome guy in front, stop for me!"

Seeing Menechelle stop, it was too late for her to stop, so she simply gritted her teeth, and the next moment the girl hit Menechelle's belly like a cannonball.

The impact was much stronger than expected, making Menechelle involuntarily arch her body to slow down the impact. If Menechelle hadn't removed the armor in advance, the girl would have been hit hard and her head would be bloody.

Protecting the opponent's head with both hands, Menechelle took half a step back to steady the girl.

"Artoria?"

What are you doing
Before he could ask the next half of the sentence, Menechel's face was grabbed by a pair of hands, forcing him to look into the eyes below.

Arturia's clear eyes held a feigned ferocity.

"Listen, I know you may not remember me." She held Menechelle's face, but her own face turned red because of the shame of what she said: "But I like you, I will Let you remember me again! Do you hear me?

"Eh?"

"Did you hear that?"

Arturia pressed her face upward, with a hint of true ferocity in her eyes.

"I heard?"

Menechelle responded blankly.

Arturia took the initiative to confess her love to him.

He reached out and pinched Artoria's face in front of him. Although the girl blushed, she did not resist. Her moist eyes stared at him, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next moment.

That stubborn look in his eyes gave Menechelle an inexplicable sense of immediacy, and he blurted out a sentence without passing through his mind: "You seem to have experienced a lot of things that I don't know about - it's very hard, right?"

It was clear that Artoria was Artoria, but Menechelle said words that even he couldn't understand. He didn't understand what the words meant, but there was always a voice in his ears. Echo, let him say this sentence
Then, he saw that Arturia's eyes suddenly widened when she heard his words.

"Ugh."

Arturia whimpered and bumped into Menechelle's arms. All the grievances, longings and many other unspeakable thoughts that had squeezed the entire Lostbelt were vented with this sound. come out.

"Very hard!"

"But, if you think about it carefully, it's not that hard."

"I met a lot of companions."

"Bad things, happy things, I encountered many, many things,"

There were many more things she wanted to say, but at this moment, Artoria couldn't form any words to express her emotions.

Thousands of words were finally summarized into one sentence:

"It's just, that's great. You didn't break your promise. I met you again at the end of the journey."

Menechelle listened quietly to Artoria's words, letting the girl vent her emotions. He could feel that on the other side of the corner, someone was looking at this side, but it didn't matter. He gently stroked Artoria's back and waited for the other person to recover.

……

On the other side of the corner, Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly feel the suddenly cold air around him, and cold sweat flowed from Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

She tried her best to convince Morgan that the Menechelle Saber just now was a Servant of Panhuman History who had no Lostbelt memory, but she encountered this scene around the corner.

"This is probably fate...ah haha..."

Listening to his own explanation, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt weak.

"It's okay. It's just that I feel a burst of contempt in my heart." Morgan said with a cold face.

——You said it’s okay! Even the psychological activities were expressed by himself!
"Let's go, Master." Morgan grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's collar: "Continue to summon the servants."

"Gugua..."

Unfortunately, until the last moment, even Oberon responded to the summons and failed to summon the person Morgan wanted.

　The memory of the Holy Sword user by Menechel of the Pan-Human History was taken away by the suppression force (Volume 1, Chapter 94). Therefore, the one-dimensional life of the Pan-Human History Menechel who only possesses the title of the First Knight can be saved. Used by Inhibition, there should be a few VOLs that will be released in the future.
　　(End of this chapter)