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

At this time, outside [Fallen Dragon Residence], Mordred moved her ears. She wanted to move closer to the wall and listen carefully, but Gawain, who returned in defeat carrying Arthur, raised his hand to stop her.

"Eavesdropping on guests' privacy is not what a qualified gigolo knight should do."

"In this shop, any woman who enters the shop is a customer, right?" Mordred didn't care. She took off her black waiter suit eagerly, revealing her swimsuit underneath. "Very good, I am a customer now too. Now get out of my way right now. I want to taste it carefully."

But this obviously unreasonable action was naturally rejected by Gawain. He wanted to follow Menechel's example and grab the back of Mordred's collar, but Mordred immediately turned around and glared at Gawain with a look full of hatred and vigilance.

Gawain had no choice but to withdraw his hand in dismay, but he still warned verbally: "Don't do such things that are against the spirit of chivalry."

"Are you a nagging mother who cares about everything?" Mordred grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Who are you to me?"

"Since Menechel is not here, then as his best friend, I should also fulfill my responsibilities as he should."

"Huh? You are of the same generation as me." Mordred denied it immediately.

"Then what should you call me?" Gawain was looking forward to hearing the answer he wanted, but Mordred was not fooled at all. She turned her head away and simply ignored Gawain.

Seeing that Mordred was finally subdued, Gawain laid Arthur flat on the table and looked around.

"Tristan has gone back to Chaldea to gather intelligence," Lancelot said at this time, "to prevent further trouble."

Gawain nodded vigorously in agreement. One has to know that there is more than one King Arthur, the Black King, in Chaldea. It is a blessing in disguise that only one has escaped. If there were another King of Guns, Black Gun King, Rabbit King, White King, normal king, etc., it would probably be difficult to end the situation.

"Now, let's consider Sir Menechel dead in battle." Gawain said with grief, "Just as we experienced in our lifetime, we will fight on our own from now on."

No one objected. Even Fujimaru Ritsuka was so overwhelmed by the tragic atmosphere that he didn't dare to speak for a moment.

"Hey? Really? Is the gigolo that our store booked dead?"

The tone was deliberately prolonged, but it was not annoying. Everyone was startled by the sudden sound and looked in the direction of the sound. Two beautiful figures in yukata appeared out of thin air in the empty space. They had equally beautiful long silver-white hair, which almost made people mistake them for sisters.

The girl in the red yukata with a red maple leaf hairpin in her hair smiled and said, "Can you show me the body? Maybe it can be used with my magic."

Gawain's eyes widened as he recognized the woman in front of him—it was Menechelle, a female from the male King Arthur's world.

The friendly and lovely smile on the other person's delicate face quickly twisted into a hideous and evil face in Gawain's eyes, and the cute words uttered from the other person's mouth also turned into the vicious curse of the eighteen levels of hell.

"The most troublesome people in Chaldea have come to my shop!"

“Minanako!” Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted in surprise at first, but then she seemed to have thought of something, and the surprise on her face quickly froze, and her joyful smile immediately turned into a stiff and awkward fake smile: “Hahaha, why are you here too…”

She remembered that on the table behind her was a king's body sleeping peacefully. Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes twitched wildly, trying to use high-frequency eyelid blinking to generate sound waves to wake up the person behind him.

——Don’t sleep anymore. If you don’t wake up, you will sleep forever!

Unfortunately, the human body was unable to perform miracles, and Arthur failed to meet Ritsuka Fujimaru's expectations.

"The store is already in chaos, we must not let it get any more chaotic now."

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Gao Wen exchanged glances, and at the same time, they knew what the other was thinking at the moment.

"We must not allow these two troublemakers to meet."

"No, no, Menechel, he's, um... changing his clothes. You know, in the Far East, the oiran parade needs to be dressed up, and he's just adapting to the local customs. He'll be out soon." Fujimaru Ritsuka gritted his teeth and came up with a decent excuse. Gawain also quietly retreated step by step, thinking of taking this opportunity to carry Arthur to another private room.

"What are you talking about, Master? This is Britain. How can we follow the local customs?" Mordred said at this time: "Besides, Menechel is accompanying my father now. I guess he doesn't have time to accept your nomination."

"Your father?"

Avril, who had remained silent, narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Well, if you want a gigolo, you can use this as a substitute." Mordred pointed at Arthur who was lying motionless on the table.

Gawain, who had just reached out to Arthur, said: "..."

He endured the gazes of everyone present, but finally took a few steps back and blended back into the crowd.

So there was no longer any obstacle between Minanako and the square table where Arthur was placed.

The air was silent for more than ten seconds. The corners of Minanako's mouth twitched slightly. Half of her face was hidden in the shadow of her bangs, making it difficult to see her expression. Even Avril didn't dare to speak rashly.

“No thanks.” Minako finally looked up. She still had a bright smile on her face, but the sweetness in her voice was much lighter than before. “I’m not interested in the sashimi platter from the Far East.”

She glanced at Avril and said, "Take me to find the gigolo I booked."

……

Inside the Qilongju.

After drinking an unknown number of glasses of wine, a blush appeared on Altria's fair face. There was a layer of mist in her eyes. Menechel's condition was not good either. The collar of his already thin shirt was completely open, and his eyes were more aggressive than at the beginning.

but--

"Who's there?"

Alter turned her head, sat up and adjusted the buttons on Menechel's chest. She glanced in the direction of the door with the corner of her eye and was stunned when she saw the densely packed heads.

"Yeah, I remember that a proper gigolo wouldn't sell his body."

Among them, the silver-white girl in a red yukata spoke teasingly. She faced Alter's increasingly cold gaze and walked into the Fallen Dragon Residence without fear.

Another girl in a pink and blue yukata walked up to Minachell and reached out to grab Minachell's wrist: "What a shame, come home with me."

Although his blood was aroused, his rationality returned a little when he touched Avril's somewhat cold palm. He did not struggle but did not stand up either. He just sat there awkwardly, and after hesitating, he looked at Altria.

"He has become my personal gigolo. All his schedules have been booked by me."

The next chapter will get to the point

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 278 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (V)

2023-07-29

【Dragon House】

Alter's eyebrows twitched. She tried to remain calm, but the blue veins on her forehead showed that her patience was at its limit.

The private room that was originally occupied by only her and Minachell had been filled with a few more people. Her eyes swept over Gawain and the others, and finally landed on Minako, who was sipping juice without any fear.

In the other person's words, "Obviously we were the ones who named this guy first, but he was snatched away by someone else halfway through. So I've taken a fancy to this private room you reserved, so I think you should have no objection to sharing a seat with me, right?"

It made her teeth ache but she couldn't refute it, as she was in the wrong first. She glanced at Avril who seemed to be forced upon her and felt uncomfortable.

What a pity, she used to like her sister very much, but she never thought that she would help the evil and destroy her brother's happiness.

But Artoria, who was well versed in tactics, knew that this was not the best time to attack, so she turned to look at the weakest link in the battle: "Mordred, what are you doing here?"

Each person is equipped with one bull. Gawain and Lancelot are both on the same side, and proper use of them can produce unexpected advantages.

——So get rid of the rebellious son first.

Her words were very blunt. Since you are the only available gigolo now, you should take on the side job of a waiter and serve wine diligently.

"Why can't I come here? I'm a guest now, too." Mordred puffed out her chest, showing off her swimsuit that was clearly different from a gigolo's. She then grabbed Arthur, who was leaning on the sofa and hadn't woken up yet, and under Gawain's almost twitching gaze, she made the blond man lean back on the square table: "This is the gigolo I ordered."

——When did this guy come in!

Gawain's movements of pouring wine froze. He quietly raised his head and looked at the petite girl sitting on the sofa opposite him. He felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the person sitting there was a headless green knight instead of a petite magician girl.

"It's just right, there are quite a lot of people here." The moment Minako looked up, all the gloom on her face disappeared, and a trace of holy mercy appeared on her face, as if she was the Son of Atonement who saved all living beings. She looked at Lancelot who was drinking by himself and said, "Do you want to play a little game at the drinking table?"

"Um... game?" Lancelot's body trembled, and he immediately remembered the King of the Drinking Table game in his collection. He looked at Minanako with suspicion.

——This girl deliberately asked me to accompany her, but she only drank the drinks she brought with her. Could it be that she sneaked into my room and found something?

"Well, there are minors here, and besides, I don't know how to play this kind of game."

Lancelot said as he looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was eager to try. Gawain immediately chimed in: "There are no board games in the store either."

Why would they suddenly play games when they were drinking together? It seemed like there was some ill intention behind it. Moreover, he had seen the sharp look in Altria's eyes, so it was naturally impossible for him to agree.

“Don’t worry, although my treasure is not very useful in combat, it has an unexpected effect on the drinking game.” Minako held up a finger: “My treasure, in layman’s terms, is a group dream. It can share a dream through the will of the dream owner. In today’s terms, it is... VR.”

Avril looked at her with some confusion. She frowned and felt a little uneasy. Minanako had never told her these things beforehand.

But she just moved her lips and didn't ask any questions at this time.

"Oh!" Mordred's eyes almost glowed with gold: "Any dream is fine?"

"It has to be reasonable, and..." Minako deliberately looked at Alter: "It's too hentai, forbidden."

Altria Alter's face twitched.

Why are you looking at her and saying that—she hasn’t agreed to play yet!

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mordred waved his hands repeatedly, as if he had turned into Minako’s most devout believer at this moment: “Look at me, look at me!”

"Then let's start with you." Minanako supported her chin with her hands folded, her right eye was covered by her silver-white hair, and an elegant smile was on the corner of her mouth. The misty white fog spread silently around her, and the dizzying thick magic power emerged from the white fog. The pure white curtain was gradually rendered with colorful light and shadow by this magic power.

In this white mist that seemed real and illusory, Minako's voice became ethereal, as if it was a distant call from another world: "Then let me see another life."

……

When he opened his eyes again, Mordred felt as if he was in another world.

She was now standing above the city. The swimsuit she had worn due to the change in her spiritual base had been replaced with the red armor she was very familiar with. No, let alone a change in her spiritual base, this body had absolutely no [spiritual base]. This was the body of a living person.

She instinctively began to be alert to her surroundings, but when she looked around, she saw only desolate plains, with only a river flowing silently across the city.

Mordred recognized this place, there was no way she didn't remember it, she had spent her entire childhood here.

I played here, practiced martial arts here, and felt what family love is for the first time here.

This is Biloo City, her real hometown.

"What's wrong, Mordred? You seem distracted. Is there something on your mind?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Mordred turned his head and saw a familiar face. It looked older and more tired than he remembered, but the light white armor always shone with a reassuring luster.

"master."

He took a few steps closer and hugged the knight in front of him, and when he put his arms around her, he realized that the master was much lighter than she thought.

Menachel was stunned at first, then a look of vigilance appeared on his face: "You suddenly called me Master... Let me think, did you cause any trouble again?"

"No, I just suddenly wanted to shout like that." Mordred felt the real body temperature, which was not the coldness of the Servant's body. Looking at the somewhat puzzled face, she suddenly felt a little sour in the tip of her nose: "I just suddenly miss you."

She grabbed Menechelle's gauntlet and said, "Master, let's run away."

"escape?"

"You can't defend Biloo City. A large number of enemies will soon surround you. You can't defend Biloo City."

She finally returned here, the most regrettable period of time.

Even though it was just a dream, she was willing to indulge in it.

Menechel's face darkened. He asked, "The enemy is attacking? Where did you get the news?"

Mordred opened his mouth, wanting to explain his identity, but no sound came out.

[Don’t say anything that is beyond reality]

Minanako's voice came to my ears.

So Mordred came up with a new excuse with a flickering look in his eyes: "I intercepted some letters from the knights in the city. Most of the knights in the city have surrendered to the enemy."

Anyway, those fence-sitters killed Menechel in order to survive after the enemy besieged the city, so it was not unfair.

Menechel's expression was uncertain, his eyes locked on Mordred's face.

"I understand." He nodded but didn't say much.

"Master, don't contact the rear... Morgan has taken control of Camelot City. She is in league with the enemy." After saying this, Mordred realized that she had not received any warning, so she immediately continued, "Morgan wants to kill you."

This is Mordred's dream. The behavior of everyone in it will be different from the original according to Mordred's will, but it must generally conform to the underlying behavioral logic of the characters.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 279 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (VI)

2023-07-29

For the next few days, Mordred did not see Menechal in the city of Bilú. The next time he saw his master was at a sudden celebration banquet.

At the end of the banquet, she saw Menechel in red and black armor after a long time. He held the enemy commander with one hand, Ezequiel, who had claimed that he had escaped unscathed from Menechel's hands. He pinned the enemy general to the ground, and with his other hand holding the sword, he raised and chopped off Ezequiel's head.

The banquet ended with a bloody execution. The knights who were invited to attend the celebration banquet left one after another with their own thoughts. For a moment, only Mordred and Menechel were left in the huge reception room.

"Thanks to you this time, Mordred." The sternness on Menechel's face finally disappeared completely. He wiped the blood off his hands, and there was a look of relief in his eyes: "If it weren't for your intelligence, I don't think I would be able to defend these two cities."

Without the two strong cities of Lihe and Biloo to block their way, the enemy will be able to pass through the northern border easily and march straight to Camelot. By then, it would not be a big deal if I died in battle. Artoria and the elite troops of Camelot who were leading the troops to quell the rebellion in the front would probably be in danger of being attacked from both sides.