Avril opened the door slightly and caught a glimpse of Altria Alter blocking the door.

"Why did you think of coming to my place? Shouldn't you be at the training ground now?" Avril was obviously very unhappy that the Black King had disturbed her interest, but the Master just liked to team them up. Although she said this, she still honestly opened the door, but soon her anger turned into joy, and she even stopped putting her hands on her waist: "Brother, are you here too?"

"Are you here to go shopping with me? Are you here to invite me to go shopping?"

She was so excited, but Menachel and Alter had no intention of entering the room. Menachel took out a gift box wrapped in blue and gold paper from behind her back, as if offering a treasure. On the ribbon in the middle of the gift box was a mini Da Vinci anti-counterfeiting mark.

"It may be a little late, but this is my birthday present for you. Uh...well, happy birthday."

Avril reached out and took the gift box from Menachel. The moment she accepted it, she could clearly feel Menachel's body relax. Avril held the gift box in front of her chest, quietly feeling the texture of the gift box.

The regret for missing an important event seemed to be eliminated by the real touch transmitted from her palm. However, her good mood did not last long, because the Black King beside her also handed over a gift box wrapped in blue and gold.

"This is my gift." Alter seemed to see Avril's dissatisfaction. She chuckled and said, "Don't worry, it's definitely different from what he gave me."

In the end, neither Menachel nor Altria chose to go in. After locking the door, Avril was no longer in the mood to immerse herself in a false fantasy world. She carefully untied the bow of the ribbon and peeled off the wrapping paper layer by layer. Finally, what appeared in front of Avril was a pure black gift box.

Avril's heartbeat began to speed up. She opened the gift box. On the pine-colored cushion, there lay a hairpin with a blooming sunflower at the end. Attached to the hairpin was a greeting card with crooked notes on it that could be seen at a glance as being written by some stupid brother.

"To my sunflower-like sister, may you always be filled with sunshine wherever you go."

This short sentence probably exhausted all of my brother's literary talent.

Thinking of this, Avril's mouth corners unconsciously raised up. From a female aesthetic point of view, such a hairpin is not good-looking. But so what?

She gently picked up the hairpin and pinned it on the end of her hair. The sunflower seemed to bloom on her head, and a warm current rose in Avril's heart.

She held the card to her chest.

Her eyes moved to the gift box given by Altria Alter, and she tore open the package. To her surprise, the square gift box contained a book. A note blocked the name of the book.

"Since you like reading, I gave you a book."

After removing the sticky note, Avril saw the title of the book, and her previous good mood disappeared.

The Dangers of Brother-Sister Marriage

This volume is over

(End of this chapter)

347. Chapter 334: King Arthur is sentenced to death

347.

2023-08-21

AD515., Manchester

This was just a subspecies singularity, a tiny loophole that would be immediately trimmed and repaired even if left alone. But now, Fujimaru Ritsuka was in a dilemma - she was actually teleported directly to the city of Manchester.

Just saying the name of Manchester might sound unfamiliar, but when entering the city gate, through the translation function that came with the magic outfit, Fujimaru Ritsuka happened to recognize a line of words engraved on the city gate.

"Only the flawless can pass - Camelot."

The iconic towering clock tower in the city center and the streets full of people dressed in retro clothes show that there is no ambiguity or coincidence. This city is the capital of Britain ruled by King Arthur.

Maybe it was because of Ritsuka Fujimaru's preconceived notion that in Britain during this period of time, the only person who could cause a singularity-level mutation seemed to be King Arthur. In this case, wouldn't she be alone and directly come to his base?

There is no doubt that summoning a Servant here is no different from committing suicide.

"It would be nice if Mashu was by my side."

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought, she didn't even dare to contact Chaldea on the spot. After the final singularity, Mashu lost her status as a sub-servant, and now the solution to the sub-species singularity is solved by Fujimaru Ritsuka alone.

Following the flow of people, Fujimaru Ritsuka walked on the street. Fujimaru Ritsuka tried her best not to stand out. After all, she was an open-position magician who had solved a disaster at the level of burning humanity. After the initial panic, she had regained some ability to think rationally.

Just as she thought, if it was Britain, the only possible source of the change was King Arthur. If she could meet King Arthur from a distance, she would not only know where the problem was, but at least she would be able to understand the current situation.

Although he often heard the Knights of the Round Table talk about Camelot, Fujimaru Ritsuka's impression of this city was only at the level of "knowing that this place exists". If it was broken down into specific details about the routes in the city, Fujimaru Ritsuka knew nothing about it.

She mechanically followed the crowd, but the people around her seemed to be moving in the same direction.

"Ok?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka raised her head sharply, but she could not see anything except the moving heads in the huge crowd.

The scorching sun fell on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face. Although she was protected by her formal attire, the crowded crowd around her still made her feel hot.

--when!

A long and heavy voice came from afar. When the heavy voice reached Fujimaru Ritsuka's eardrum, it seemed to suddenly turn into an electric arc, which stimulated her scalp so much that it numbed.

--when!

--when!

Then two more bells rang in succession, and the crowd that had been standing still on the street reacted instantly. They all knelt down slowly in unison as if they had received a signal.

Before Fujimaru Ritsuka could react, the person behind her had already knelt down. She felt someone shove her from behind, and she lost her balance in a hurry, falling under the feet of the person in front of her.

A hand supported her shoulders, preventing her from falling and pushing Fujimaru Ritsuka down, making her kneel on the ground with the crowd.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had nearly caused a stampede, was still a little frightened. She turned her head, looked in the direction of the hand and whispered, "Thank you."

The man in the linen windbreaker glanced at her in surprise. He stopped moving forward and knelt down beside Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But the man in the windbreaker didn't say anything. He just squatted quietly beside Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Not only him, but the crowd that had been noisy before was surprisingly quiet now. In this quiet atmosphere, a series of orderly footsteps sounded. This series of footsteps was neither fast nor slow, and lasted for about ten seconds before it became quiet again.

At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka quietly raised her head and glanced upwards. The view in front of her that had been blocked by countless heads could finally be seen clearly.

It was a high platform made of wooden strips. A figure was vaguely standing on the platform. The distance was quite far and it was not very clear with peripheral vision. However, at the bottom of the platform, two figures holding flames, Fujimaru Ritsuka, could be clearly seen.

"Is this an execution? Burning... is it Menechel?"

He was wearing standard knight armor, holding a torch for execution in one hand and the hilt of the knight's sword at his waist at all times with the other hand. In the middle of the two solemn knights stood a veiled figure.

'Don't look at each other, it's dangerous!'

Her body instinctively warned Fujimaru Ritsuka to retract her gaze that was about to look over. But before she lowered her head, she also felt a gaze coming from her side.

She tilted her head slightly, and the person looking at her was the man in the windbreaker. Two blue eyes appeared from under the windbreaker and were locked on Fujimaru Ritsuka. She felt uncomfortable being stared at so unscrupulously.

Fortunately, the man quickly shifted his gaze away, lowered his head, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Without giving Fujimaru Ritsuka a chance to explore, a female voice rang out. Although the voice was not loud, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was kneeling at the back, could hear it clearly:

"Fellow citizens of Camelot."

It was a deep female voice with a gorgeous tone. Just listening to the sound was enough to make people imagine that the owner of the voice must be a noble beauty.

“Now is the time for rebirth!”

The voice seemed to have a magical power that bewitched people. Although it didn't say anything, it made people agree and support it involuntarily. The voice sounded plain but contained a special emotion. Then it said: "Today is the time to execute the incompetent and tyrant King Arthur."

The crowd, which had been as quiet as corpses, suddenly seemed to be injected with life, and erupted in fanatical roars.

"Burn her!", "Burn her to death!" and other similar cheers rang out one after another.

"As expected, the abnormality is related to King Arthur."

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, she felt something was wrong.

"Ok?"

When Fujimaru Ritsuka reacted, her eyes suddenly widened and she raised her head in disbelief. Fortunately, her performance did not stand out among the fanatical crowd.

'What did she just say was... to execute King Arthur?'

A feeling of absurdity arose in Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart. As the ruler of the empire, King Arthur was not the initiator of the mutation, but the victim?

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched the torch approach the wooden frame little by little, and the flames greedily licked the dry wooden platform.

- Swish!

Just at this moment, the sound of air friction came from beside him. The man in the windbreaker who was kneeling on the ground suddenly swung his windbreaker and drew his sword from his waist. With a flash of the sword, several civilians who were blocking him were knocked away.

But before he could get close, the wooden platform collapsed.

The figure tied tightly to the top of the platform fell rapidly down with the wood, but before the board fell into the sea of ​​fire, a silver-white spear shot out, and the pure white light nailed the board to the wall before it hit the ground.

The two solemn knights were ready to face a formidable enemy, and immediately protected the woman in the black veil in the middle. The woman looked at the direction where the spear was flying, and several bodies that were pierced slowly fell down, revealing the white-armored knight who was still in the [throwing] action.

"You are here at last, Knight Menechel."

Still the original singularity.IF [A world line where Morgan succeeds in seizing power and King Arthur steps down]

I revised this chapter seven or eight times, but I still couldn't find a suitable version

348. Chapter 335 Backstab

348.

2023-08-22

A corner of the cloak rose up as Menechel moved, revealing the standard knight's sword on his waist.

——Keng!

The crisp sword chanting sounded as Menechel drew his sword, as if sending out a signal. Dozens of people suddenly rushed out from the crowd kneeling devoutly. They were dressed in different clothes, but they all drew the knight swords at their waists. They drove the civilians around them and rushed towards the solemn knights who were surrounding them and forming a siege.

In an instant, the originally orderly square became chaotic. Civilians, caught up in the blood and sounds of fighting, fled in all directions. Civilians pushed and trampled on each other, making the situation even more chaotic.

It happened too suddenly. It only took a moment from the throwing of the spear to the outbreak of the melee. Fujimaru Ritsuka had no time to react at all and was swayed left and right by the rushing crowd. Before he was about to be knocked down, a hand reached out from the crowd and accurately grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm.

A great force came from the arm, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was forcibly pulled out of the crowd by that hand, and then she fell into someone's arms.

"Thank you."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked over and saw a pair of familiar blue eyes looking at her from under the large hood of the windbreaker.

The man stood in the crowd, but the civilians rushing around could not touch him at all. Instead, they were pushed away by him. He just stood there, feeling like a silent mountain.

It was the man in the windbreaker who had been kneeling beside Fujimaru Ritsuka and looking at her. Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke with great concern:

"Um... don't you have to join them?"

"I'm not one of them - I just happened to choose the same disguise."

The man finally spoke, and unlike the feeling he gave people at this moment, it was an extremely hearty male voice. But the other party did not stop the action of his hand, he firmly seized Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, and the moment his palm touched the magic costume, the disguise of the mimicry was immediately broken.

The man in the windbreaker pulled off Ritsuka Fujimaru's gloves, revealing the three bright red stigmata.

Putting down Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, he showed an expression of "as expected".

"Sign a contract with me."

He spoke in a tone that carried a strong command.

……

Taking advantage of the chaos, Menechel quickly moved forward, wielding the knight's sword left and right. Neither the upright knights nor the scattered civilians could stop him. It only took a moment to get from the square to the platform. With one hand, he grabbed King Arthur, who was nailed to the wall along with the wooden board, and with the other hand he pulled out his spear.

"Menechel..."

Only when he got closer did Menechel hear Altria's voice. Her pale face made him feel uneasy. He only heard her opening and closing her dry lips and saying with difficulty: "Run... Don't worry about me... This is a trap..."

"Shut up! If you keep talking we will die here!" Menechel shouted angrily, cut the rope with the tip of his gun, and put Altria on his back.

At this time, some Knights of Discipline had already noticed the abnormality here and were commanding more Knights of Discipline to rush here.

He casually threw the broken knight's sword into the chest of an approaching Upright Knight. He held the girl with one hand and used the other hand to hold the gun to block the shield attack of another Upright Knight, and pushed him into the chaotic crowd with the tip of the gun.

But before he could take two steps, the sound of breaking air was heard. Menechel immediately turned his wrist to block all the arrows.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, an upright knight had already penetrated the defensive gap in front of Menechel and slashed down without mercy with the broadsword in his hand.

Menechel wanted to dodge sideways, but he was concerned about Altria behind him. He gritted his teeth and retreated, but was still a step too slow. With a flash of cold light, a crack appeared on his armor. He put some distance between himself and the Knight of Honour who was about to follow him forward, turned around and shot through the chest.

He lifted up the Knight of Justice and threw it at the Knight of Justice coming from the other side. Menachel looked around and found that more and more Knights of Justice had eliminated their opponents and were moving towards him.

At this time, he was still two streets away from the city gate.

Two knights rushed over, and Menechel swept them away with a blast of his gun. He exerted force on his feet, but before he jumped, he felt a strong trembling feeling that almost made Menechel's hair stand on end. The instinctive sense of crisis made his brain take the initiative to control his body to make an emergency response before he could react.

He quickly turned his body, and a very thin purple-black beam brushed his hair and shot backwards. He barely managed to keep his body steady, but when he looked up again, he found that countless upright knights had trapped Menechel in the center.

tick-

The edge of the short blade protruded from the left side of his chest, blood dripped down the blade and fell to the ground. Menachel opened his mouth and looked at the short blade protruding from his chest in disbelief. In this position, the only person who could do this was Altria, who was on his back.

But there was no time for Minasel to react. His head was stuck firmly and at the same time a leg hit his knee. Minasel's body immediately fell forward uncontrollably.

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