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

Although he didn't see it clearly, Menechel was very sure that the person in front of him was Merlin, whom he had not seen for a long time. He just hoped that the person in front of him was Merlin. Only in this way could the city behind him, which he had defended with his life, be truly returned to Artoria.

"It looks like he needs emergency treatment."

The sound became increasingly vague in his ears, and he could no longer recall what happened afterwards. Minachel had already leaned forward with confidence.

……

When Menechel opened his eyes again, his first thought was surprise that he could still open his eyes. He reached out and pulled at the unknown fur covering his body. After confirming that he was not missing any limbs, he remembered that he should now focus on his current situation.

Was the last person to arrive Merlin? Was the outer city handed over to Altria? And what was the battle situation on the front line?

Menechel turned his head and opened his mouth but no sound came out. A sleeping girl was lying next to him. Her dazzling golden hair was a little deformed by the pressure, but the small tuft of stubborn and straight hair remained unchanged, rising and falling regularly with the girl's breathing.

Apparently, those questions no longer need to be asked.

Thinking so, Minachell couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, but he immediately realized that his behavior was inappropriate. He stretched out a hand to try to smooth the curve of his mouth, but that hand obviously had its own ideas. As if it was cast by some magic, it went against Minachell's will and grabbed the trembling ahoge.

However, the girl who was still sleeping suddenly opened her eyes as if she sensed some danger, and her clear emerald green pupils looked at Minachell.

The suddenly awkward atmosphere put Menechel's hand in a dilemma, but he still shamelessly spread out his palm and waved at the girl: "Altria, you're awake."

Altria just stared at Menachel without saying anything. Menachel's smile gradually stiffened, and his hand fell down little by little. At this moment, the girl reached out and grabbed Menachel's hand, lifting it up again. Altria smiled softly and said, "Yeah, I just woke up."

Since the girl became King Arthur, Menechel has rarely seen the girl smile.

"You haven't been here all this time, have you?"

For some reason, Menechel couldn't look Altria in the eye. He turned his head slightly and used his other hand to knead the fur covering his body.

"How could that be? I just got here." The girl said in a very calm tone, "But Menechel, your act of risking your life to defend the city did win Camelot a chance of victory. The rebels have been completely driven out of Camelot."

This official attitude made Menicher feel somewhat annoyed. However, before Menicher could figure out why he felt this way, an inappropriate voice interrupted him:

"Young boys and girls, the time for romance is over... Now, it's time for the adults to treat the children."

The tone of voice was so frivolous that it made people want to punch her. Without even looking, I knew it was Merlin. Merlin walked slowly from the door and winked at Altria: "King, leave this to me, you go and rest first--"

"Teacher Merlin!" Altria's voice suddenly rose a decibel, but her good manners made the girl calm down quickly. She stood up, without a trace of strangeness on her face: "Then I'll go out first."

Before leaving, Artoria seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Menachere: "Menachere, you don't have to fight so hard next time."

Menechel blinked and watched Artoria walk out of the room. At this time, Merlin sat down mercilessly on the seat where Artoria had just sat, and his body just blocked Menechel's sight.

"She won't take a rest." Merlin said, "Altria is a qualified king. She has wasted two days with you. Now she will definitely solve all the problems that have been missed in the past two days."

Menachel was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't know whether it was joy or some other emotion filled his heart, making him hum a few times.

Is this what you meant by just arriving?

Seeing this, Merlin patted Menechel's shoulder without any hesitation: "Don't think too much about it. Tell me what's wrong with your body. No matter from which aspect, your body doesn't look like a human body. It's closer to a dragon."

"That's what you're talking about." Minachell was in a good mood. He answered very straightforwardly, "Teacher Merlin, didn't you say that eating those fantasy species can improve my physical fitness?"

Merlin's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly didn't want to listen any more.

"So I killed a pure dragon in Utopia and ate its meat and blood... As for the recovery ability, it seems to be something that comes naturally to my body."

"A black dragon?"

Merlin held on to a last glimmer of hope, hoping for a negative answer.

Menechel thought for a moment and broke Merlin's hope.

"A black dragon."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 32: The doctor told you to take care of yourself, doesn't that mean you have recovered?

2023-07-29

After that day, Merlin came to visit Menechel several times, but as the first riddler of Camelot, Merlin always seemed to be hesitant to speak, and just repeated several times, "Don't abuse magic like this in the future, otherwise your life span will be shortened."

Although Merlin had explained the general idea in great detail, Menechel didn't quite understand the specific principles. Finally, a month later, Menechel left Merlin's tower after Merlin kindly reminded him to "take care of yourself."

On the second day after his recovery, Menechel received a summons from Altria.

Fortunately, Merlin's tower was built on the outskirts of Camelot, not far from the main city, so Menechel did not have to relive the process of "Searching for King Arthur" again.

To be precise, this was the first time that Menechel had truly stepped into this fortified city that symbolized royal power. Behind the tall and pure chalk walls were well-organized streets. As soon as he stepped into them, he could feel a peaceful atmosphere permeating the air.

There were not many pedestrians in the surrounding streets, but perhaps because Camelot had won a victory recently, everyone's face was filled with smiles. These residents, who were gathered in groups of two or three, were not too surprised to see Menechel wearing red and white heavy armor. They just looked at him with curiosity from time to time.

Altria did live up to her ideals, and Camelot was more like heaven than any other place.

In this peaceful atmosphere, Menechel soon arrived at the palace. The solemn knights guarding the palace gate stepped aside when they saw the conspicuous heavy armor on Menechel.

Seeing this, Menechel couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly under his visor. He knew that his glorious deeds of defeating a thousand enemies alone had spread - compared to the unreal deeds of slaying dragons, the quantitative concept of annihilating more than a thousand knights would be more impressive.

Even though he felt a little proud of the change in attitude of the Knights of Discipline, Menechel still pretended to be a mature adult, ignored the gazes from the darkness along the way, and walked into the palace slowly.

——"Tell me, how old is Lord Menechel?"

——"It should be at least thirty, but definitely not over forty, otherwise it would be impossible for the body to maintain its peak."

There was a faint sound of conversation in his ears - if Menachel's hearing had not been enhanced, he might not have been able to hear it clearly.

The voice came from behind him. It should be the conversation between the two upright knights. Menechel then remembered that, excluding the deceased, the only people who had seen his true face in Camelot seemed to be a few people such as Artoria and Merlin.

Although Menechel had somewhat forgotten his exact age, his weak sense of time, which had not yet been fully assimilated by the elves, still made him certain that his physical age was definitely not the exaggerated thirty years old.

There is a simple flat table in front of the corridor of the hall. Unlike the hall during the parliament period, the room where Altria handles government affairs is much smaller, and even gives people a feeling of depression.

But maybe this is because Altria did this deliberately to urge herself to finish her daily work as soon as possible?

"Menechel, you can take off the head armor now."

When the two were alone, although Altria remained calm, she no longer had the majesty of a king.

But despite this, Menechel did not completely abandon etiquette. He took off his head armor and rubbed his squeezed hair.

"I'm sorry to call you here now, but I think it's better to tell you some things in advance."

Compared to Artoria, Menechel felt that it was more normal for Merlin to say such things, but he did not say anything. He just looked at Artoria quietly, waiting for what to come.

"The nobles of Camelot will appear at the morning meeting tomorrow to see you."

Altria said this, with a rare hint of gritted teeth anger in her tone.

Of course, Artoria had no good feelings towards those parasites who essentially controlled the entire kingdom.

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"No, I guess, I'm here to offer you an olive branch."

Artoria said that she could not refuse these legitimate and reasonable demands of the nobles. Camelot's current situation was not optimistic. The civil strife had not yet been quelled and the foreign enemies were ready to move. However, both the training of the army and the operation of the country required a lot of financial support, and Artoria was an airborne emperor without money.

She believed that Menechel would not be tempted by money, but she still felt a little uneasy in her heart, as if something important was about to be taken away by someone else.

Menechel easily saw through Altria's girlish thoughts. He tried hard not to laugh out loud, but the upturned corners of his mouth still revealed his inner complacency.

"That's just asking for trouble." Altria looked at Menachere, and he continued, "Any attempt to separate me from you is asking for trouble for me."

Altria hummed twice in triumph, but then realized that this was not in line with the dignity of a king. She coughed lightly to avoid Menechel's gaze and turned her eyes back to the manuscript on the table, but her wandering eyes could not focus on the text.

As if to save face, Altria spoke again: "Please be serious, Menechel."

There was a hint of anger in her tone, but it was a pity that Altria's face was blocked by her golden hair, otherwise her expression would definitely be very beautiful.

"Do you need me to kill them all and confiscate all their money?"

Suddenly, Menachel changed the subject, and the cold murderous intent in his tone made the temperature in the room drop by several degrees. He was confident in his own ability. For those nobles who only had one or two hundred permanent guards, Menachel was sure that he could complete the assassination in a short time.

Perhaps he could not defeat those nobles who had passed down the game for hundreds of years in the court, but Menechel had never been a person who would follow the rules well. Once things went beyond his expectations, he would overturn the chessboard without hesitation.

From this point of view, it is not an exaggeration to call it arrogance.

Facing Menechel's proposal, Artoria's heart was slightly moved, but then she shook her head. The girl stared into Menechel's eyes and said, "It's too unsafe. This will breed resistance among the nobles outside Camelot."

Only a small number of rebellious nobles made Camelot a little flustered, so if possible, Artoria did not want to cause such a big trouble at once - those nobles had to be killed at least until the rebellion was quelled.

"Besides that, it would be better for you to be more restrained now."

Menechel cast a puzzled look at Artoria, who pursed her lips and said, "Do you know how the outside world evaluates you now?"

"I haven't asked about it."

Menechel cast a condemning look at Artoria, who had spent too much time with Merlin and had become a riddle person.

"They said you were an ambitious and resolute person."

The game is so fun, I can't stop playing

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 33: The Legacy

2023-07-29

The gazes from all around were completely different from the feeling he had when he was stared at by passers-by on the street before. The condescending looks as if they were looking at merchandise made him feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he had put on the head armor in advance so as not to expose Minashel's gloomy expression.

The difference from the last time was that there were no longer just knights on both sides of Altria, but several men in luxurious clothing stood at the front of the queue, and those gazes just now were cast by them, and on that pretentious face that made people want to chop it in with a sword, there was an inexplicable look of complacency.

As soon as they met for the first time, Menechel lost his patience with these nobles. He couldn't help but construct a beautiful scene in his mind of himself wielding a sword to slaughter all the nobles of Camelot.

"Sir Menachere, please come forward. Today is your reward ceremony."

The commendation ceremony is a promotion ceremony. Menechel will be assigned to a knightly order as a leader, but in Camelot, except for Artoria's personal guards, almost all knightly orders are more or less funded by the nobles.

This is why Artoria said that this was just a morning meeting for the nobles to recruit Menechel.

Menechel walked out from behind Lanmarok, keeping a slow pace and passing the knights lined up in front of him step by step. Finally, he stopped at the same level as the nobles. In front of him was only Altria, and beside him was a white-faced, beardless noble with a horse face.

The nobleman, who we will call Horseface, looked at Menechel attentively. He did not lower his voice, and spoke on behalf of all the nobles with a tone of "It's your honor": "Is this the Ghost Rider that is rumored in the outside world? He is indeed extraordinary in appearance."

Altria did not stop him. She had already turned a blind eye to this normal privilege.

Menechel curled his lips in disdain. He didn't tolerate horse faces. Instead of responding, he took a small step forward. It was this small step that made him stand in front of all the nobles. At this moment, there was no one beside him, and in front of him was Altria who was very close.

The horse-faced nobleman's horse face immediately turned red and then turned blue. He never expected that Menichel would just ignore him. The faces of the other nobles were not much better either. Menichel's move of taking a step forward was a trampling on their authority.

Artoria secretly cast a helpless look at Menechel. She regretted telling the person concerned about the rumors about Menechel in the city.

Just because of the unique sword wound on Ambi's body, they concluded that Menechel deliberately opened the city gate to let the enemy soldiers into the city in order to seize power, and then portrayed themselves as the defenders who turned the tide - such a lie with so many loopholes could probably only be made up by these nobles who have never been on the battlefield.

But the most outrageous thing is that Ambi was indeed killed by Menachere.

However, Altria's eye contact was blocked by Menechel's head armor and she did not get any effective response.

This kind of communication barrier made Altria feel a little uncomfortable, so the girl coughed lightly and used the majestic voice of King Arthur: "Sir Menechel, please pay attention to etiquette and take off your head armor."

In fact, in Camelot, there is no such etiquette as taking off armor when meeting the king. Artoria has set a precedent.

Menechel calmed down his joy at having angered the nobles, and took off his visor with a calm and mature expression.

"How disrespectful!"

The horse-faced nobleman indignantly agreed with Altria's actions. The appearance of a loyal and patriotic minister reminded Menechel of the scene when he first met Tailu, except that now the loyal minister Tailu had been cut into two pieces.

Menechel couldn't help but look back at Horse Face. He opened his mouth blatantly without making any sound, but just used his mouth to make the word "Horse Face".

The horse-faced noble was shaking with anger. He suddenly understood the lip reading just now, but before he could make an effective counterattack, Menichel had already turned his head away.

When had the Horse-Faced nobleman ever suffered such humiliation? He looked at his companions, but these old foxes kept their heads down and pretended to be blind - just like the rebellious foreign king, these nobles were not harmonious among themselves. It would be better to say that the other nobles were happy to see Horse-Faced nobleman suffer a little loss.

Horse Face secretly greeted all of Menechel's relatives in his heart. He also tilted his head behind him. Of course, he would not insult Menechel in an indecent manner like Menechel. Under his gaze, a knight behind him suddenly said, "I cannot tolerate being in the same room with such a filthy knight. I, Cardo, challenge you to a duel."

It was another name he had never heard of before. Menechel turned to look at Artoria, but the young emperor's expression remained calm. It seemed that she was not a powerful character.

However, Menechel's actions caused some misunderstandings among the others, and one noble immediately spoke up: "The king will not stop the honorable duel between knights."

Although they were happy to see the horse-faced nobles suffer, Menechel's behavior of ignoring their noble authority must also be severely punished. So when one noble spoke up, the other nobles also turned their eyes to Altria's face.

Altria then withdrew her gaze from Cardo, and he spoke slowly, maintaining the dignity of a king:

"It's natural. The honor of a knight is above all else."

——Be careful, Cardo is a knight appointed by the late King Uther himself.

Menechel looked at Merlin standing behind Artoria, thinking that this must be the information transmitted by the other party through magic.

Since he is a knight appointed by the previous king but is serving the nobles - that is a legacy of the previous dynasty, right?

The corners of Menechel's mouth rose, and he subconsciously tried to grasp the greatsword behind him, but once again he missed it. His hand behind his back froze, and then he pretended that he was just tired of standing and stretched.