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

Arthur opened his eyes suddenly, and immediately jumped up from the square table, gasping for breath. He looked around. There were luxuriously decorated boxes around him. He saw Gawain, Lancelot and Mordred playing poker together. He looked to the other side, but could not see Minako.

His vision immediately attracted the attention of those around him.

"You finally woke up." Minachell placed a cup of water in front of him. "The person you were looking for left with Avril before you woke up. Before leaving, he hit you hard on the head because you pretended to be asleep before."

Arthur blinked blankly, but soon his face turned pale as if he had thought of something: "Did you all see my dream just now?"

In this case, wouldn't Minako have heard all of his monologues? Then wouldn't his rescue plan have been -

"Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. As soon as you entered the dream, you were entangled and crushed by another dream monster I summoned. No one can do anything about it."

Listening to Menechelle's words, Arthur looked confused: "What do you mean by crushing?"

"Ah, I understand, I understand." Minachel smiled and talked about other topics.

But Arthur had no interest in listening at all. He lowered his head and gradually formed some guesses in his mind.

——If my dream was really as he said, that I died as soon as I entered, then could everything that just happened be just a dream that occurred when I was unconscious?

Once the guess came to mind, I became more certain.

How could he have such a dream of defeating Minanako in her Noble Phantasm?

Arthur took a sip of water from the cup and felt a little happier. He touched his head again and found that the wound from Menachere's blow had disappeared.

"Well, cheer up! Try to survive in her hands."

The next chapter will be the final chapter of this volume.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 287 Vol. Shine! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (End)

2023-07-29

The rippling waves on the water's edge reflected the setting sun, dyeing the sea surface with a bright red glow. Wet people could be seen everywhere, walking towards the shore in groups of two or three or alone.

The situation on the beach was exactly the opposite, as the shops along the beach were the busiest at this time. Avril watched a boy pulling his mother towards a food stall. The young mother pretended to be embarrassed, but if she really didn't want to, how could the child pull the adults?

Avril stared at the scene in a daze. She had also experienced such a time before. She spent her entire childhood wandering around avoiding the war. It was not until she was adopted by her elder brother that she had a slightly stable environment.

But even so, the number of times she could hold her brother's hand and stroll around the celebration together was very few. In Avril's memory, there was only one such opportunity, and that was why Avril cherished that memory so much.

Even the most distinguished First Knight of Camelot only had a few moments to spend time with his family. The lives of people of their generation seemed to be filled with war and weapons. But now such precious opportunities have become commonplace, but the person she really wanted to go shopping with was not around.

She reluctantly turned her gaze away from the stall, only to find that Minanako, who had been walking in front of her, had disappeared.

Avril didn't care. She and Minanako were acquaintances. Although they couldn't talk about anything like Keibu-hime, she thought she knew each other's personality. She always acted spontaneously, just like this time when they went to the host club, they had already discussed it before leaving, but when they got there, he suddenly said he wanted to play board games.

' is an elusive guy. '

Suddenly, the back of Avril's neck felt cold, and the stimulation of the cold air made her shrink her neck involuntarily. She turned her head half annoyed and half horrified—as an Assassin, the natural investigative ability bestowed by her job agency had just failed. Can play the role of the slightest warning.

She turned her head and saw Minako, who had just disappeared, standing behind her with a sly smile. She stretched out one hand, holding a can of drink that was still steaming. There was no doubt that it was the cold object that had just touched the back of Avril's neck.

Seeing Avril's puzzled expression, Minanako shook the drink in her hand and said, "Just now I saw you were staring at that place, so I took the initiative to buy it for you."

Avril's heart moved, she loosened her hand holding the sword at her waist and reached for the drink instead.

"Thank you."

She thanked him very quietly, and the moment she took the bottle of drink she confirmed that the bottle had been outsourced and there were no signs of damage.

'There is no strange thing added, it can be drunk. '

"Not bad. I still know to check so I won't be easily cheated."

Avril froze while drinking her drink, but Minako laughed out loud: "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to you. After all, you are still my sister."

Avril's eyes widened slightly. She looked at Minako, who was humming an unknown tune and walking along the complicated footprints on the beach.

—— "Don't worry, no one dares to do this to you. I will let everyone in Britain know that you are my sister... But you must always be vigilant."

Yes, she said why these words sounded so familiar, Avril raised her head and drank the drink which was only half the size of her palm. The cool feeling slid down her throat as if she had crossed the river of time and came to the other side. She seemed to see the only man in armor who was unromantic at the celebration and gave her instructions with an extremely serious expression.

"what happened?"

Minanako turned around, and the expression in her eyes at this moment coincided with that of Minachell in her memory.

"No, it's nothing... Onee-sama."

Minako's frown relaxed because of Avril's words. She walked back to Avril and put her arm around her shoulders. "You don't mind that I didn't create an opportunity for you just now... Actually, I really tried my best just now."

"I am grateful that you deliberately did not give Lord King Arthur a chance to perform."

"No, it's nothing. Even if my brother is really possessed by King Arthur, I won't mind." Then Avril said shockingly: "I will just think that he is practicing his skills for me."

“Hey?” Minanako’s expression froze, and the corners of her mouth lifted as usual, but she could only force a fake smile. Her gem-like red eyes trembled at a high frequency, revealing an extremely hesitant attitude: “Practice… practice techniques?”

Avril looked at the girl who kept backing away because of excessive fear, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. She could see that Minako seemed to be in a much better mood since she came out of the host shop.

Although Minanako's tone was relaxed and she looked at ease, Avril could keenly feel that she seemed to be desperately suppressing something at that time. But now the suffocating dullness has just been swept away, and time seems to have started from the moment Arthur fell into the dream.

She didn't believe that Arthur fell into a coma after being forcibly killed by Minenako in a dream.

"Sister, you seem to have encountered something happy."

"Is there? Haven't I always been like this?" She raised her head in doubt, as if everything that happened just now was just a dream.

"Maybe I saw it wrongly because I was in a good mood." Avril shook her head and didn't say anything.

Minako also skipped the topic. She coughed lightly and became serious: "The one you mentioned, the one with the green... Miss Arthur's plan, rejected, I have a better way."

"Is it really not possible?"

"No! Absolutely not! What do you take feelings for? " Minanako stood on tiptoe in anger.

……

"You are just Arthur, why are you pretending to be a savior? But I also want to thank you for suppressing the remaining goblin in this body for me."

"Hmph, I feel guilty for sacrificing myself? How can I do what you want."

"It's just the goblin's erosion. I can handle it myself, so I don't need you to save me."

"Thank you, Arthur. And, goodbye, my first love."

(End of this volume)

Shumi would not let Arthur's efforts go to waste. Even if she was pretending, she would pretend that she didn't know and hated Arthur. She was definitely not being tsundere, nor was she doing it for Arthur to pay more attention to her.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 288 Berserker

2023-07-29

Accompanying Sera and Lijelite, Illya walked into a room filled with various suppression spells to prevent servants from going berserk.

A cold light fell from the only incandescent lamp above her head, and Illya saw the appearance of the Heroic Spirit who was about to become her Servant!

He was only about 1.8 meters tall, not considered tall for a Berserker. He was not wearing any clothes. This description did not mean that he was naked. On the contrary, his upper body was densely covered with black scales. These black scales spread along his neck and rose to both sides of his cheeks. His messy white hair hung in front of his forehead, making it difficult to see his true appearance.

This man's body was entangled in layers of chains, and the five thickest chains were wrapped around his limbs and the tail behind him, leaving him unable to move in an awkward position.

Sensing someone approaching, the humanoid monster slowly raised its head, and a terrifying red light burst out from its blood-red eyes.

He opened his mouth and let out a hoarse roar that was not human.

Illya had an indifferent expression. She was not oppressed by the other party's aura at all. On the contrary, she felt a little disappointed.

"Is that all? I thought I could break free."

"My lady, this is a formation built by the master himself. Even the three knights with the strongest magic resistance cannot break free. Not to mention the Berserker without magic supply."

Based on the information released by the Holy Church and the final feedback from Emiya Kiritsugu, the Einzbern terminal deduced that the winners of the last Holy Grail War were Kayneth and the Lancer Minechel he summoned.

However, after destroying the other six servants, Toumi and the Holy Grail were destroyed by a hellfire, and Lancer's master disappeared with him. It was initially inferred that Lancer made a wish of destruction to the Holy Grail, which triggered a series of disasters.

Menechel's strength was unquestionable, as he was able to obtain the Holy Grail from the hands of the oldest hero king and the famous conqueror king. But the only thing that was difficult to control was his temper - he could easily make a wish to destroy a city, an act that was worthy of the madness of destroying his own country with his own hands when he was alive.

However, the problem of servants being difficult to control can be solved by going berserk, and performing illegal summons before the Holy Grail War can ensure that you can definitely grab the Berserker job. As long as you don't sign a formal contract, even if you summon the wrong servant, you can make it dissipate on its own and summon a new servant. In fact, this is already Einzbern's third summon.

"The spiritual status has been confirmed. He is indeed the winner of the last Holy Grail War and the first knight of Britain."

"Well then, let's start signing the contract."

It's just that the magic power required to sign a contract is several times higher than normal.

But everything is expendable. Illya has been taught this idea since she was eight years old, and even she herself is expendable.

She scoffed at this idea from the bottom of her heart, and she was unable to resist and she became more and more annoyed with the Berserker in front of her.

"It doesn't matter. Servant or something doesn't matter. I can win the Holy Grail War even if I'm alone."

Looking down on the black monster who was a servant, Illya walked forward a few steps expressionlessly and stood in front of the ritual engraved with the blood of an unknown monster. As soon as she stood still, her facial features tightened as if she was in great pain, and red hideous lines like arrogant tentacles crawled all over her face from under her collar.

The next moment, the pool of blood on the ground that had not yet coagulated seemed to be attracted by something and flowed through the cracks in the ground to Illya's feet. At the same time, the bright red lines on Illya's face also began to glow.

The servant who was originally bound by chains roared ferociously. He struggled violently, pulling the chains so hard that they made a "clang" sound, almost making people suspect that the chains were about to break.

“Aaaaa—!”

Berserker roared irrationally in anger, and Illya's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her whole body convulsed in pain, and from biting her lips in the beginning to groaning in pain in the end, Illya curled up into a ball.

More than 70% of her body has been transformed into magic circuits. Once a large amount of magic power is output to form a medium to replace the Holy Grail, Illya will definitely suffer pain far beyond that of an ordinary magician.

The painful feeling disappeared like an illusion when Illya could no longer bear it. Illya's body shook, and the Command Spells that covered her face retreated as quickly as they appeared. At this moment, the black figure in front of her suddenly lowered his head, and the light in his scarlet pupils dimmed.

She could sense anger and resistance coming from an unknown source through the Command Spell.

Her contract of synchronization magic was rejected by Berserker.

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Illya's heart was filled with anger and humiliation. She clenched her small fists and couldn't help but take half a step forward.

"Are you pitying me? A mere Servant! A mere tool!"

Her fists hit Berserker's scales again and again, but Berserker didn't give any response. Instead, Illya herself was pierced by the barbs on the scales and her hands were injured.

But this was nothing compared to the pain of transplanting the magic circuit.

"You are nothing but a useless piece of shit! You are not the strongest knight!"

Like a child throwing a tantrum, Illya punched and kicked Berserker. Even though she knew that Berserker could never have his own will, the grievances in her heart that had nowhere to be released still needed an outlet.

"Miss..."

Sera looked at him with concern, and just when she couldn't help but try to dissuade him, the chain was suddenly pulled making a series of clanging sounds.

At the moment when no one could react, the servant in front of them suddenly raised a hand, and the monster's palm, which was as big as Illya's head, grabbed Illya on the head before she could react.

Illya looked up dumbly as if frightened, watching the black claw growing larger and larger in front of her eyes, and a low gurgling sound coming from Berserker's throat.

The palm suddenly stopped just a finger away from Illya's head. The ferocious claw seemed to be bound by a chain and could no longer move. Cold sweat immediately soaked Illya's back. She stepped back a few steps as if she had just woken up from a dream, and could hardly stand.

She raised her head hastily and met Berserker's gaze. She saw Berserker's face clearly, which was distorted and hideous due to frenzy. At this moment, Berserker's mouth opened and closed, and he was clearly moaning a name in a hoarse voice:

"Afu...Lil..."

At that moment, Illya saw the first expression of emotions other than anger in those red eyes.

"Miss!"

Before Sera could even scream, Lijelite pulled Illya back. She hugged Illya and looked warily at Berserker, who had fallen silent again.

All she could hear was Sera's voice, but Illya had no intention of listening.

Is it an illusion?

Being cursed to be frenzy, how could a berserker still have any sense?

But at that moment, it seemed like the whispering in her ear was so real that it was impossible to misunderstand it.

She pursed her lips and suddenly struggled to break free from Lijelite's arms.

"Try again."

"Miss..."

"Even if I give up, Grandpa won't let me give up." Illya looked at Berserker with a cold face, as if she was talking to him. After a pause, she repeated in a cold voice: "Try again. If it doesn't work, change it."

However, in fact, she did not need anyone's consent, as the Command Spell had already covered her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her pain to the point of a muffled groan.

She raised her head, her eyes bloodshot from the intense pain.