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

She knew that the toy to entertain herself had arrived.

There are two Jutsumi who are connected with Chaldea. One chose to self-destruct in order to save Gudako at the singularity, and the other left a clone in Gudako's body and died together with the War Knight in Shinjuku. Gudako then summoned the Jutsumi through fate. This is a new generation of Jutsumi in Shinjuku who was forcibly summoned by the fate left for Gudako.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 268 Vol Anti-Arthur Alliance is establishedJPG

2023-07-29

The door was opened and closed again, but this time only one person came in.

Avril nodded slightly to Minako who was sitting in the chair and looking at her with interest.

"sit down."

Minanako raised her chin towards the seat opposite her. Avril sat down obediently, but her tense upper body still revealed her uneasiness. Minanako squinted her eyes in pleasure. She supported her head with one hand. Her bangs covered half of her face, but her left eye turned into a fascinating golden color. Being stared at by such a pair of eyes, Avril couldn't help but shudder.

Avril never liked to have anything to do with magicians, but the words she just overheard at the door were really worrying. The room was terribly quiet, and Minako maintained her relaxed attitude, as if she had made up her mind that she would not speak unless Avril spoke. Finally, after several struggles, Avril could no longer bear the burning pain in her heart as if it were the fire of hell. Just as she was about to speak, the magician in front of her spoke first: "The sister of the [First Knight]... turns out to be real in another world."

The unexpected development made even Avril look confused for a moment. She looked at the Servant in front of her who had the same name as her brother but was not the same person. Avril had a guess in her heart: "Real existence...what does it mean?"

"You don't exist in the world I live in. The First Knight that humans sang about was just a magic-driven armor that I made from the remains of that snake. And since I followed the First Knight to control my puppet, I naturally became the sister they were talking about."

Unlike her male counterparts, her silver-white hair is not due to a lack of melanin due to aging, but is the result of being assimilated by the fused fairy from the very beginning.

——So, if someone is determined to summon [Avril], it is possible to summon her.

“As for you in that world.” Minako glanced at Avril. She didn’t know if it was Avril’s illusion, but she saw a dim light in that dazzling golden pupil. She only heard the other party sigh faintly: “Because I had no interest in the Tollen battle that should have adopted you, I gave the command of the army to Kai from the beginning.”

Without Menachel's strong command, it is easy to guess what Kai will do.

"Ah, I'm so envious. If I had a sister who loved me wholeheartedly, I wouldn't have fallen into the abyss of madness in the end."

"Love?" Avril frowned with an unhappy expression. When she opened her mouth to explain to Minanako the complicated relationship between herself and her brother, she saw a finger placed in front of her mouth.

The words she was about to say were stuck in her mouth. Avril looked at Minanako, who tapped her left eye with her other hand. "Your expression management is indeed flawless, but my fairy eyes can see your emotions. The brilliant emotions you showed when you looked at her and the twisted will to possess him are exactly the same as mine in the past."

The moment she said this, Minanako clearly felt the air around her freeze. Although her expression did not change, the cold atmosphere around Avril almost froze her. Avril carefully looked at her "sister" again. She easily pushed away Minanako's hand that wanted to pinch her face, and her ice-blue eyes reflected a cold light:

"Tell me what you want to do."

"You were outside the door at that time. I thought you heard it." Minako narrowed her eyes and showed a bright smile. Even her voice was light and sweet, but the words that came out of her mouth were completely different from her cute expression: "I hate King Arthur very much. No matter if he is a man or a woman, I hate him very, very much."

"You want me to help you assassinate King Arthur?"

"I can do that kind of thing myself." Minako shook her head to reject Avril's guess. After a pause, she opened her eyes slightly, and her pupils turned red again: "I want to help you possess another me."

Avril leaned forward and stared at Minako. "So what do I have to give in exchange?"

"What I just said is what I need you to do. Being able to appreciate King Arthur's expression of regret and pain, even if it is King Arthur from another world, is enough to make me happy. As for who is in the upper position, I don't care."

"How about it?" Minako stretched out her hand: "Are you interested in forming an alliance with me?"

Avril straightened up and took a deep breath. The girl glanced at Caster who was immersed in his own world with fear, and felt that the [Minechel] in front of her was beyond all her understanding of her brother.

'Could it be a new attribute awakened after a broken heart?'

Avril was secretly on guard, but she still held the hand that Minanako extended very obediently.

"The alliance has been reached." Minako was the first to release her hand. She raised a finger and said, "Then the first step is that you have to find an opportunity... preferably in front of Miss King Arthur, to tease your brother... Based on my understanding of the Arthur race, Arthur will definitely show a cold attitude and distance himself from me. Then you can... what's that expression on your face?"

Before she finished her words, Minanako noticed the strange look of disappointment and shame on Avril's face. She opened her fairy eyes again and finally confirmed the emotion - it was disgust.

"You... think there's something wrong with this plan?"

“Well, I failed.”

Avril agreed. When Minanako just told her the plan, she had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu. She always felt that this scene was familiar. It was not until she heard Minanako say "show a cold attitude and distance herself from Minachell" that she finally remembered.

"I once tried to be clever in front of the king, but she cracked it in the most violent way. She has no reserve at all."

——Not reserved at all?

Minanako's pupils trembled and her mouth opened slightly. Although she didn't say anything, her face was full of disbelief, "Are you sure that the person you met was really King Arthur and not me?"

"I will keep an eye on the situation on my brother's side. I believe that you, who are also a Menachere, will definitely be able to analyze the truth behind the appearance."

Avril stood up as she spoke, but to Minako, these polite words were full of indescribable irony, as if she was saying to her:

"Your intelligence is far behind the version!"

The sound of the door being closed woke Minako up from her trance. She waved her hand and cleared the chair opposite her, and her expression became restrained.

Thinking back to the disgust she had just seen on Avril, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. After a long while, she sneered.

"interesting."

As long as she wanted, she could make Fujimaru Ritsuka disappear silently. How could she be stumped by a mere incomplete self?

She looked around and made up her mind.

I can’t stay in the room any longer. Starting tomorrow - go out and collect intelligence!

This chapter was originally named [Things that lag behind in the version should be severely depleted of gold coins]

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 268 Vol. Bring it up quickly

The dining hall in Chaldea had wine and meat, with the table fully laid out. The cooked dishes were of the highest quality in both color and aroma, and one could have a full meal with just a few quons. However, it was still inferior to the tavern where one could drink as much as one wanted in Camelot.

Gawain looked at the wine container in front of him, took a sip and put it back on the table, then filled a bowl of soup and drank it. Menechel weighed the same wine bottle in front of him as Gawain's, and felt it was too light.

"You suddenly said you wanted to buy me a drink but you acted so pretentiously. Could it be that you felt that you were poor and powerless and regretted it when the time came?"

Hearing the guest's complaint, Gao Wen stopped eating.

"Sir Menachere doesn't come to the dining hall on weekdays, so you don't know that the dining hall in Chaldea is not as comfortable as we were in Camelot. If you want cooked food or side dishes, just add them to my bill, but you can't buy wine anymore."

Gawain looked at the sake on the table and suddenly sighed: "In order to prevent servants from drinking excessively and causing trouble, the chef specifically stipulates that each diner can purchase no more than one bottle of sake per day. If anyone attempts to steal wine or brew wine privately, they will be immediately expelled from the dining hall once discovered. I can ask for two jugs of wine today, but your head will be counted as well." As he spoke, Gawain tried to grab the wine jug in front of Menechel by pointing at the wine.

"Is there such a thing?"

Menechel slapped Gawain's hand away, opened the cork, sniffed it, and found no strange smell. Then, to prevent himself from drinking it all at once, he poured the wine into a small cup like Gawain and took a gulp. Menechel frowned and commented, "It's just ordinary wine. How can a servant get drunk even if he drinks for three days and three nights?"

Gawain just shook his head without answering, and seeing that Gawain was only focused on eating, Menechel also lost interest in talking.

Menechel Lancer had obviously been in Chaldea for quite a while, but this was his first time coming to the cafeteria of Chaldea today. If Gawain hadn't dragged him over, he probably wouldn't have set foot in the cafeteria until the crisis of humanity was resolved.

Servants do not need to rely on food to maintain their movements, so in his opinion, eating is just a meaningless behavior that continues the habits of his previous life. Instead of wasting his leisure time, he might as well go to the simulation field for a few training sessions.

After drinking two or three small cups, Menachel Lancer felt that this was too much of a hassle and prepared to take the wine back.

Gawain spoke again at this time: "What's the matter, Menechel? Do you need me to help you?"

"This is the rare wine you have invited me to drink. I must take it back and taste it carefully. If Kai is summoned in the future, I can show off with it. By then, he will definitely pester you to treat me to another drink."

"Kaye..." Gawain chuckled. He picked up the wine jug and poured half a cup into the small cup. "Come to think of it, when was the last time the three of us drank together?"

"Hmm...it seems to be when he was alive." Menachere frowned in thought.

Even for him, the invisible battle with the other two knights in the tavern was extremely dangerous. To survive in that three-way confrontation, one did not rely solely on strength, but strategy was an important resource for survival - no matter who was not careful, the other two would team up to get him drunk and stay to pay. Those years were extremely difficult, but they were also able to withstand the erosion of time and settle in the deepest part of his memory, becoming a part of his past life.

"Yes, a long time ago. It was before you went on the expedition. At that time, Kai and I were chosen by the king to clean up the remnants of the rebellious king in the country, and you were the first to go out as the vanguard of the frontier expansion. At that time, the three of us agreed that after the expedition, the one with the lowest reward would treat us to a drink."

However, the agreement was not fulfilled in the end. Avril's death disrupted all plans. Gawain never saw Menechel again until his death. The farewell in the tavern that day turned out to be the last time the three of them got together.

"That seems to be the case."

Looking at Menechel who was thinking with his head down, the figure of the high-spirited and unruly First Knight in Gawain's memory gradually overlapped with the gray-haired uncle in front of him.

Menechel noticed Gawain's strangeness and poured a glass of wine as well. "After that, who will be the biggest drag between you and Kai? Although I gave up halfway through the expedition, I am confident that I will not be the last one."

"I don't know. After you died, Kai and I never drank in that tavern again."

"So what now? Do you think you kept your promise?"

"Not really. This is another agreement. We agreed that no matter who gets married, the three of us will sit together and drink until we're drunk at the wedding banquet, leaving the other person aside."

"At that time, Kai even threatened directly that in order to avoid a dinner, he would never get married in his life."

Menechel realized something. He took a sip of wine and kept silent. Gawain said to himself, "So this is to make up for my wedding wine. Except for you and my colleagues, all the other knights attended my wedding. So when I learned that there is such a strange thing as heroic spirits, I thought that if I could see you again, no matter whether our positions are hostile or not, I must make up for this promise."

——In fact, Gawain could have invited Menechel Saber to this meal a few months ago when he was still there, but that guy's face made Gawain really unwilling to suffer a loss.

"Colleagues... me, the traitor?"

"Don't treat everyone as fools, Menechel. Your lies may fool others but not us. You should know that Kai was furious after hearing the king's retelling and guaranteed your honor with his own head."

"That guy... has finally regained his peak form when he was eight years old. He dares to say anything."

Menechel really didn't know what Gawain said. The only common sense the Holy Grail could provide him was to let him know that not long after his death, the rule of Camelot quickly collapsed. All this was thanks to his disciple Mordred who was determined to help him avenge his teacher. Mordred's sincerity completely confirmed his identity as a traitor.

But these ordinary trivialities that Gawain mentioned, which were neither grand nor cruel, were the contents that the Holy Grail would never include. However, these trivial matters were the last real things left in the short life of Menechel.

"No wonder Kai hasn't responded to the call yet. He is probably still looking for his pawned head in Britain." Menechel raised the small lamp, and Gawain also held up a small lamp.

The drink, which was only a mouthful, seemed to weigh thousands of pounds under the exaggerated drinking posture of the two. In a trance, he seemed to be in the third rustic tavern on the street of Camelot King's Road again, drinking with old friends in one of the few places in his life where he could relax.

Putting down the wine cup, Menechel shook his head, his eyes becoming blurred.

The wine made him a little drunk.

Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

Chapter 270 Vol. Take it down quickly

2023-07-29

The origin of a story is often elusive. Only the most popular part will be preserved over the years, while some secrets and insignificant trivialities that no one cares about will often be forgotten.

Lancelot also felt deeply about this. As the first knight of the round table who took the lead in the post-Camelot era, although he was somewhat inferior to the legendary first knight in his peak period, he was not completely useless. However, his brilliance was too insignificant compared to his ancestors - this was actually not accurate. The knights of the same era as the first knight had their own brilliance overshadowed and became just a foil.

Even after Menechelle was killed, Lancelot, who was dubbed by the people of Camelot as "as brave as Menechelle in his time", was never able to get out of the other's shadow, so that when people mention him now, they only remember his most famous deed - having an affair with Queen Guinevere.

Especially when he accidentally heard a Chaldean employee compare the hobby of being a good wife to the [Spiritual Heritage of the Lake Knight] last time, Lancelot felt ashamed to face Mashu and almost returned to the Throne of Heroes.

And now, someone even dared to come to his room and ask about this matter in person! If he didn't speak up at this time, Lancelot had a premonition that the popular story between him and Queen Guinevere would be passed down along with his name.

Lancelot took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, there was no hesitation in his eyes, as if he was a ruthless machine with no humanity at all.

"what happened?"

Menechel looked at Lancelot, whose eyes suddenly lost their luster, and scratched his face in confusion.

"No, nothing. I just want to know why you suddenly want to ask these questions, Master Menachere."

Even though according to Chaldea's spiritual base detection level, Lancer Menechel is no match for Lancelot, Lancelot still feels a little scared when facing Menechel directly.

Saber Minachell, who should have been more concerned about this matter, did not mention it at the beginning. He wanted to see who wanted to murder him.

"Well, it's nothing. I just drank some wine with Gawain, and it reminded me of some past events." Menechel looked at the cup in his hand and said everything without hiding these little things: "Although I am already dead, I still have some thoughts about Camelot after my death."

Menechel suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Lancelot: "It shouldn't have fallen into ruin so quickly."

He had tried his best, risking his life and reputation, but he still failed to save the city.

Being stared at by those red pupils, Lancelot felt his breathing stagnate. In a trance, he seemed to see a knight in red and black armor holding a sword against his neck.

"The main responsibility for the illicit love with the queen lies on my shoulders." Lancelot was dejected. He lowered his head and pursed his lips, not wanting Menechel to see his expression.

"It seems that you are really in danger." Menachel retracted his gaze, narrowed his eyes and said without any blame: "It is indeed your fault, you should not have been discovered."

"Yes, I shouldn't have said that to the Queen... eh?"

Lancelot suddenly looked up in astonishment while speaking. He looked at Menechel in astonishment and said, "We shouldn't be discovered... You mean..."

Lancelot was so shocked that he subconsciously used honorifics.

"She was just a poor woman who sacrificed herself to maintain the king's prestige. If her love affair had been hidden in the shadows and never publicized, even now, you would brag about it as a topic of conversation after drinking, and I would not say much. But you were the first one to be discovered."

The exposure of Lancelot's illicit love affair with the queen began with Agrawen's investigation of Lancelot, and Guinevere was the one implicated.

"I'm not going to brag or anything like that..." Hearing that, Lancelot scratched his cheek a little embarrassedly.

"As a knight, you have no awareness of the dangers around you." Menechel sneered and asked Lancelot to lower his head again and humbly accept the teachings of the great senior.

What a pity, if it was not Agragwen who discovered him, but someone like Menechel...

Before he could imagine anything, Menechel's next words wiped out the hope he had finally picked up.

"Although Aguguiwen had problems in handling this matter, I will definitely hold him accountable even if I find out. If I can find out, others can find out too. I will not allow such a risk to exist, but I will not use as radical an approach as Aguguiwen."