The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Although he had a premonition when Avril asked that question, when he really faced it -

Menechel's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pressed down the sword in his hand that was originally chopped towards the opponent's vitals. The change in the trajectory of the sword blade made his original offensive-defensive posture stagnate. He simply left the space in front of his chest and let Avril attack.

With Avril's strength, even if she stabbed a vital spot, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Seeing Menechel's sudden change of tactics, Avril lowered her eyebrows slightly. This action almost showed that she had given up resistance, so she couldn't help but bite her lips.

Why, why do you give up resistance!

"I hate you……"

Obviously, this was a perfect opportunity to avenge her father, but an inexplicable emotion influenced her actions.

I hate you so much, I hate you so much! Why are you so nice to me!

The two figures crossed each other, something warm liquid stained his palm, and the familiar fishy smell that had almost become a habit filled his nostrils.

Blood, hot blood gushed out from the wound, carrying with it the little remaining vitality on its owner's petite body, and soaking into his palm.

The sudden scene made Menechel dazed for a moment. He took a few steps back in disbelief and stretched out his bloody hand tremblingly. Blood dripped from his fingertips to the ground. He clenched his fists to retain the blood, but it was all in vain.

The burning pain from his palms made him want to cut them off.

Blood, blood, blood.

The strong smell of blood made Menechel want to vomit.

The greatsword pierced through Avril's lower abdomen.

The petite body was sunk into the hilt and was almost cut in two by the huge sword.

Why? I had clearly avoided the vital points on purpose.

Having lost the last support, Avril began to fall forward. Without time to think, Minachel immediately reached out and grabbed Avril's shoulders to support the girl's small body.

Looking back at her brother's rare panic, Avril felt like laughing. The dagger in her hand slipped away powerlessly, and her body gradually lost consciousness. A long-lost feeling of coldness overtook Avril.

Only the warmth coming from the shoulders makes people feel so real.

I hate you so much, I really hate you——

"Avril, you'll be fine, Avril, no, you'll be fine."

Listening to her brother's words, she let the man play with her body, watched him kill people without hesitation and was afraid to touch the wounds of his own victims, watched him yelling like a madman outside the house.

Why, until now, you have been so nice to me.

Even if she wanted to kill Menechel, he would have to move away from the sword.

Trying to turn her head, Avril used the last of her strength to adjust her position.

As if feeling the friction on his side, Menechel turned his head and met his brother's bloodshot pupils. Avril slowly stretched out her hand, as if wanting to touch Menechel, but her arm fell down weakly.

She finally understood that even though her brother killed her father and concealed the truth by pretending to be her brother, making her feel grateful to him under the hands of her enemies, she could only hate him at most, but she couldn't help loving him.

The girl's pale lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she could only make low and discontinuous gurgling sounds.

You know what, brother? I hate you so much, but I also love you so much.

That feeling, which might have been caused by guilt, had already become pure as they spent more time together.

She watched as Menechel immediately freed one hand to grab her hand, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Then let your punishment be "living alone", my dear brother.

She closed her eyes, and her falling palm brushed against her brother's palm, and finally she calmed down.

Menachel, who was supporting Avril's body, was shaking constantly, and the warmth coming from the girl was disappearing rapidly.

He seemed to realize something, but was unwilling to admit it.

"Lord Menechel!"

At this time, the door was hurriedly pushed open, and the guards who were attracted by the shouting hurried over.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a smell of blood. When he looked up, he saw in the dim light that Menechel was sitting motionless in the center of a pool of blood, holding a corpse with a tragic death.

As if he heard the shout, the man raised his head woodenly, his lifeless red pupils staring blankly at the face of the Royal Guard Knight.

"Save...save her..."

……

There are at least thousands, if not tens of thousands, of dead bodies buried under the frozen soil.

But why would one feel cold just because one more person was buried?

Minashel thought about it and subconsciously looked to his side, but there was no one there.

After the fiery rage ended, all that remained of this body was probably the dead silence burned out by the rage.

Menechel turned his head and looked at the greatsword lying flat on the stone platform in front of him, with blood still remaining on the tip of the sword.

"do you hate me?"

Menechel asked the empty stone platform, and the only answer he got was the howling of the north wind.

"Of course I hate it."

He asked and answered himself, Menachel opened his arms and let the cold wind blow across his chest, he closed his eyes in enjoyment as if accepting someone's touch.

"But why is it the tip of the sword?"

Throughout, why is it throughout.

Menechel replayed the scene over and over in his mind.

His sword was designed specifically for chopping power, and this dragon sword had long since given up the ability to stab.

No matter what angle you attack from, you can never complete the action of [piercing] unless the person being attacked actively hits the tip of the sword.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench the letter in his hand - this was the last letter Avril left for him.

[The revenge for my father’s murder must be avenged]

But why did he actively collide with the tip of the sword? Why did the dagger not touch his body until the end?

His knuckles creaked as he was pinched. Menechel opened his bloodshot eyes, took a step forward, and grasped the greatsword in front of the stone platform with one hand.

But for a long time, I couldn't lift it again.

"That's it."

He probably won't be able to wield this sword anymore.

He closed his eyes again, and the wind blew up his half-white hair.

"That's fine. Let it accompany you."

Because this chapter is too important, I revised it several times and posted it a little late. It is considered the update on the 23rd.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 84 Resignation

He once thought he was powerful enough to do whatever he wanted, and he once thought that his military force could protect all those he cherished.

However, the reality only reflects his weak side, perfectly showing his weakness, loneliness and conceit.

Who else could he lose?

Who else can he keep?

The door was opened. Hearing the sound, Menechel turned his head stiffly. The strong light coming through the crack in the door stimulated him so much that he could not open his eyes.

If Avril had been able to assassinate him at this time, he would be the one sleeping in the frozen soil now.

Menechel couldn't help but think, he avoided the light source, and continued to stare motionlessly at the blood-stained armor piled in front of him. Obviously, this set of armor that had not been cleaned for a long time was the source of the odor in the room.

He didn't see clearly who was standing outside the door, and the strange smell in the house completely sealed Minachel's ability to identify people by smell.

But it doesn’t matter who the person is.

"Is the enemy coming?"

For more than ten days, the army remained in Torun Square City without any movement. I don't know if they heard some news, but this time the nobles at the center of power rarely jumped out and said that he was deliberately plotting a rebellion.

"not yet!"

Kai walked closer to Minachell, and the smell of the somewhat spoiled blood made him wrinkle his nose.

Kai, who identified the source of the odor, took back the sarcastic remark that was about to come out: "There is a strange smell in the room."

Barely able to discern the identity of the voice's owner, Minachel's eyes remained dull, but he barely managed not to kick the person out directly. His voice was low and hoarse, as if separated by a thick layer of cloth: "What are you doing here?"

"Altria is a little worried about your condition, but she can't get away, so she asked me to run the trip for her."

Kaiko could not forget the expression on Altria's face when she looked at the "resignation letter" that was expedited and delivered to her with a headache, as she had just returned from fighting on the front line without even having time to wipe the blood off her body.

In that letter, Menechel resigned from the command of the expeditionary force on the grounds of serious illness and requested to return to his fiefdom of Bilbao to recuperate.

This negative attitude of not even wanting to return to Camelot made Artoria send Kai overnight.

"Then I'll leave it to you."

"Hey, let me tell you~~" Kai condensed a flame in his palm to dispel the darkness around him, and lit a candle for Menachel. He looked up and down at his childhood friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time with some surprise: "Are you really sick?"

Kai remembered it very clearly. Just over a year ago, the high-spirited Menechel still had a rare head of black hair, but now the man sitting in front of the armor, as if wrapped in a layer of death, was left with only gray and pale hair.

"If you are really ill, remember to find Teacher Merlin. He will always have a solution. He is in Camelot now."

It was because Merlin, an important means of transportation, was not there that Altria could not come in person.

"It's nothing serious. Just rest for a while." Minashel avoided Kai's gaze. He resigned from the post of commander of the expeditionary force mostly because of his mood, but there were other reasons as well.

On the same day of Avril's burial, he had tried to find out the reason why Avril had launched the assassination. The last people who had a conversation with Avril were two guards knights in the army. But before Menechal could talk to these two people, the two knights suddenly committed suicide.

The most important thing is that these two knight guards were transferred from the guards of the royal city and can be considered members of the royal family.

Speaking of the royal family, Menechel's first reaction was Morgan. After all, before Morgan left, she had been sticking with Avril all day long, and no one knew what this witch had done.

What's more, it is not impossible that the subordinates acted on their own... The butler sent by Altria before had done something similar.

But what if——Although he was reluctant to admit it, at some point Menechel really wavered in this. Looking back, he realized that in the process of eliminating the threat to Camelot, he had unknowingly become a new threat.

"Since you said that, I feel relieved." Menichel closed his eyes again. He seemed to finally feel tired and ordered the guest to leave: "I will inform you about this later."

Kai nodded. Although the smell of corruption in the room made him feel sick, and although Menachel had clearly revealed his intention to drive him away, Kai's feet remained rooted to the spot, not moving.

He was still somewhat worried about Minashel's mental state at the moment.

Kai then put on a flattering smile, clasped his hands together and pretended to be asking, "But could you please, Lord Menachere, stay in the army for a while and rest after the war is over?"

In Kai's opinion, Menichel lacked a way to vent his emotions at this time. Although it sounds a bit scary, everyone who has seen Menichel's killing posture will believe that venting force on the enemy is a good way for Menichel to relieve stress.

"I'm sorry." Menichel lowered his eyelids. This time he didn't even look at Kai. He reached out and touched the armor piled in front of him: "It's hard for me to fight now. It's even hard for me to move when I put it on."

Apart from the color of his hair, his body was rapidly deteriorating at a terrifying speed. It was not a curse or an old illness, but pure [aging].

The power he gained by oppressing his body was finally going to be taken back on this day. This was probably fate, he thought.

……

Replacing generals in the middle of a battle is a taboo on the battlefield, especially since the knight being replaced is the most famous knight in Britain.

This piece of news, which should have been kept secret, began to spread more widely than it should have.

There are countless speculations about why Menechel was removed from his post, but the most widely circulated one is that he was injured and recuperating.

As the driving force behind everything, Morgan was currently nestling in his small secret room with a gratified smile on his face.

She wanted to let the nobles spread the news that King Arthur suspected Menechal of treason, but those useless people were afraid of making things worse and were unwilling to take the risk.

But that didn't stop Morgan from being smug.

What the first place among knights, what unbreakable shield, Morgan made the opponent show signs of fatigue with just one move.

If Merlin hadn't sealed himself off and hid in the tower, refusing to come out, Morgan would have gone to find him to show off.

Of course Morgan knew that he would inevitably be suspected, but it was enough to make this guy have no intention of revenge.

Altria, her foolish sister, wanted to save a kingdom that was beyond redemption. Under the appearance of order, it was actually a vortex of intricate contradictions. This country, which thrived only on temporary military suppression, would immediately fall apart if the military force it relied on for survival showed a little weakness.

Yesterday's knife exhausted my energy, now I need to regroup, so I've left a chapter

(End of this chapter)