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

"It should be the black knight who is one of Ash's companions." Oberon nodded, but quickly became uncertain: "Is this the back-up plan that Ash left behind as Spriggan said?"

Arturia kept a decent smile on her lips, but her brain was overwhelmed by the excessive amount of information, and she stared blankly ahead.

"In any case, it's not a bad thing that Ash left a back-up." Oberon walked over quickly with a smile and exclaimed: "Oh oh oh. Arturia, have you become stronger in one breath? many?"

If Artoria was a low-class fairy from the countryside with very little magical power that could be easily recognized when thrown on the street, then if Artoria is thrown on the street now, she can easily blend in with a group of low-class people. The goblin is hit.

Artoria came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream and smiled: "Ah... um. This is the first time I know this. I didn't expect that ringing the bell can actually make me stronger."

It's just that the smile is too forced, so that it can be seen at a glance that the girl is definitely absent-minded at this time.

——Is it because I missed the missing body of Héctor set up by Morgan?

Oberon rejected his guess. Artoria probably didn't know the identity of the Black Knight.

He regretted that he had come forward to get close to him. Logically speaking, there should have been annoying noises at this time, and he could have used the opportunity to escape. But when he looked around, he found that Ezequiel was like an old quail. He huddled behind the elf Menechelle without saying a word.

The word "well" was stretched out on the top of his head, and Oberon thought with malice - this perverted old man couldn't really fall in love at dusk, right?

Just thinking about the old man in his twenties and the underage dragon girl in his two thousand years makes me want to vomit.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of people here who don't know how to observe words and emotions. Gareth rushed forward with gleaming eyes, circling Artoria's body like a dog and nuzzling her sideways: "Then wouldn't Lady Artoria be able to transform into a very tall and powerful fairy?"

The word tall triggered Artoria's stress device, and the hair on her head swayed and stood up.

"It will definitely happen. My body that has stopped growing will continue to grow!"

"Will it grow wings, a tail and horns?"

"You won't grow something like that!" Arturia disgustedly pushed away the fairy Menechelle who wanted to pull out her hair to see if there were any rudimentary horns. Taking advantage of this gap, he pushed Gareth into the arms of the elf Menechelle.

She looked far away to the other side, which was the direction where Fujimaru Ritsuka was. Her eyes blinked slightly, as if conveying some message to her.

……

Because of the poor weather and too many things happening in one day, their bodies and minds were in urgent need of rest. After ringing the selection bell, they chose to stay overnight in Norwich.

It's night in Norwich. In the room provided by Spriggan.

This was a double room. Spriggan had offered to change her to a single room, but Leonardo refused. Lying on the soft mattress, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and saw that Da Vinci was writing a letter to Director Goldruff by the oil lamp. She turned her head back and stared at the ceiling blankly. She thought again Got Matthew.

We can set off to rescue Mash tomorrow - if the information provided by the goblin named Habertlot is not wrong.

——Dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped rolling, and Leonardo da Vinci put down his pen at the same time, both eyes pointed straight in the direction of the door.

"Please come in."

Although his tone remained relaxed, Da Vinci had already stood up.

The door was pushed open silently, and Altria walked in alone.

"Well, it's a bit presumptuous to come here at night." Altria smiled shyly and half-closed the door: "But I still want to confirm with you."

"Of course it's no problem, why don't we just say we're here to assist you."

The embarrassed look on Artoria's face became even more intense: "That's right, you said that he is from the outside world of Britain like Menechelle, right?"

"Actually, when I was ringing the bell, I seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, I saw me in your world, the life of King Arthur. Unlike me, she was worthy of the title of Red Dragon and King, with Twelve Knights of the Round Table unified Britain.”

Da Vinci was surprised and decided to write [the part of pan-human history that the Son of Prophecy can observe through the Pilgrimage Bell] into the letter later. But she immediately recognized the perfect opportunity to get closer to the Son of the Prophecy.

She used the causal thread to quietly communicate with Fujimaru Ritsuka: She might have doubts about herself later, remember to comfort her at that time.

But what happened next was beyond her expectation.

"Menechel once told me that he was not a member of the Knights of the Round Table. But I forgot to ask him why he didn't join, so he died trying to save me."

Facing the dragon's mouth, between escaping and her, he chose her without any hesitation.

"But in the dream, I knew the answer. It was the same as at that time. Before the Knights of the Round Table were established, Menechel died to protect King Arthur."

"He died once before he met me, so does that mean I can still meet him?"

She remembered the agreement she had made with Menechelle, and her originally dead heart began to beat.

And looking at those shining eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't tell any lies.

"can."

The corners of her lips raised upward, and Arturia wanted to hold back her smile, but the happiness that emanated from her heart could not be concealed by any disguise.

"Great, great."

"I will help you. I will definitely perform the role of the prophecy child well."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly discovered that the Child of Prophecy seemed not as difficult to reach as imagined.

But looking at Arturia who looked like a little girl, she felt guilty again. Because this is destined to be a mirage-like chase.

She was destined to die with the Lostbelt.

……

In the darkness, Oberon opened his eyes, and his dark reflective pupils looked out the window with interest.

'Finally I couldn't bear it anymore. '

He thought, but did not make a sound, and even the breathing he had always maintained disappeared.

"Do you have time to chat?" A voice came from outside the door. The light was very dark and he couldn't see too far.

"I'm sorry, my time is like water in your brain. Although there is a lot of it, you just can't squeeze it out." Oberon closed one eye proudly. Listening to the tone, the other party finally lost that damn smile.

"I know you also have a hidden part. You should not be a follower of Pan-Human History."

Oberon's smile calmed down.

"Okay, let's talk."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 444: Robbery? Help!

The sky was still dark, and facing the first ray of light in the morning, a group of carriages kindly provided by Spriggan drove on the deserted streets of Norwich, carrying Arturia and her group away.

"Just leave like this?"

Feeling the shaking of the carriage, Oberon lifted the blue curtain covering the window and looked at Norwich with some regret as he retreated behind him.

There were only three carriages in total, one was used to open the road, and the remaining two were for them to ride in. Therefore, Oberon and Ezequiel were arranged into a carriage with the three goblins of Artoria.

Sitting directly opposite him, Arturia was still wearing the simple blue dress, but the lowered brim of her hat could not cover her sleepy eyes. Last night, when she realized that Menechelle's promise to "see you again at the end of this tour" was not just a blank check, especially when she learned that Chaldea even had a way to summon Menechelle again in the "outside world". She was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night long, fantasizing about meeting Menechelle again.

"Ringing the selection bell, we have already declared war on Queen Morgan." Artoria's troubled head rose and fell with the shaking of the car, and she muttered: "Although due to the gathering of disasters just now, Spriggan won’t take action against us directly, but it’s better to leave first.”

"It's a pity. It would be great if we could take this opportunity to persuade Spriggan to drag Norwich into our camp in one fell swoop."

Gareth, who was clinging to Artoria's side as a cushion, immediately said, "Lady Artoria must have her reasons for doing this."

Artoria, who looked like she was about to fall asleep, suddenly froze.

"Artoria..." Oberon narrowed his eyes: "You didn't expect this at all, right?"

"Ah haha, how could it be possible? Hmm, it seems to be true." Arturia originally wanted to quibble, but she couldn't stand the torture of her inner conscience under the adoring gaze of Gareth next to her, so she lowered her head again.

In fact, since she finished watching King Arthur's life when the bell was ringing, she had been thinking about Menechelle and had no extra brain to think about anything else.

"You actually admitted it?" Oberon's eyes widened: "You guys, you must be an idiot, right?"

"Don't scold Lady Artoria!" Gareth looked at Oberon with a serious and sharp look.

What made Oberon retreat even more was another, sharper gaze cast from Gareth's side.

Facing the gaze of the goblin Menechelle, Oberon looked stern and motioned with his eyes to Ezequiel, the only companion in the car, to deal with her, but the old man lowered his head as if asleep and said nothing.

Cursing secretly that Lao Den would sleep sooner or later, Oberon stopped talking. The carriage gradually became quiet. Except for the rustling sound of wheels plowing the ground, the carriage moved quietly with slight shaking.

And just when Artoria was about to fall asleep in a hazy state, with the harsh "crunching" sound, the advancing carriage suddenly stopped. Artoria's body also leaned forward, and was caught by Gareth's quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.

"what happened?"

Faster than the sound of the news, the carriage suddenly became crowded. Two pairs of huge jet-black wings suddenly opened and enveloped the three of Artoria. The pair of dragon wings grew wildly, and the roof of the carriage was quickly squeezed and exploded.

Listening to the sudden noise outside the carriage, Artoria grasped the staff of choice with a slight force. She didn't expect the queen to move so fast.

"Don't be afraid."

The voice of the elf Menechelle sounded in the darkness. The voice that seemed cold due to the lack of emotional ups and downs made the elf feel somewhat at ease.

The wings stretched out, completely bursting the outer carriage. Among the scattered wood chips, Fairy Menechelle lifted Gareth and Arturia up with one hand and flapped their wings into the air.

Fairy Minesher looked down and saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka's carriage had been stopped by unknown primate soldiers. The burning magic power gathered in her mouth.

"Wait, Master Menachel!"

A tall knight wearing pure white armor jumped out from the crowd holding a spear.

This was a somewhat familiar title, but Fairy Menechelle couldn't remember who was talking to her for a moment, but Arturia recognized it.

"Wait, Menechelle."

When Artoria said "Wait a minute," the formed dragon's breath was swallowed by the fairy Menechelle, and the human face covered with dragon scales turned to Artoria.

——Is it true that you won’t have a bad stomach?

The thoughts in her mind did not delay Artoria's words at all: "It's Percival. The one underneath should be the Round Table Army and one of our own."

The dragon scales gradually receded, carrying Gareth and Artoria to the ground, and the fairy Menechelle turned into a cute little girl again.

Oberon used his elbow to push Ezequiel's waist and abdomen: "You see, you can't resist the half-dragon transformation."

But Ezequiel ignored his meaning at all, and Ezequiel's eyes were not on the goblin Menechelle from the beginning to the end. He stared at Percival.

At this time, other members of the Round Table Army had taken control of the Norwich guards. Just as Percival was about to approach, a tail thorn suddenly scratched across the grass in front of him, signaling him to stop.

"Percival, why are you here?"

"I received information from a noble person that the Children of Prophecy will be escorted out of Norwich today. I was worried about what Spriggan would do to you, so I came here in person."

"A nobleman?"

As she muttered this word, Arturia fell into deep thought. Is it one of the nine people who can get the time of her leaving the city in such a specific way?

But before Artoria could rule out the real culprit, the real culprit himself showed up.

"No need to guess, it was me who leaked the secret." Oberon stood up and faced the shocked or puzzled looks from around him. He just thought it was a rehearsal in advance: "Since Norwich cannot be recaptured, then at least the Son of Prophecy must be guarded. Moreover, I think this is the most appropriate time to introduce the Son of Prophecy to the Round Table Army. We will get to know each other after rescuing him. What a romantic encounter it is, and it will not waste the meaning of the existence of the Round Table Army."

As he spoke, Oberon turned to Percival, who was smiling wryly, and then looked at Artoria: "I just didn't expect you to know each other in advance."

"Oberon, you..."

"Actually, Lord Oberon is the real leader of the Round Table Army. When I was confused, it was Lord Oberon who found me and formed the Round Table Army." Percival spoke at this time, answering Artoria's doubts. .

"Is there such a thing?" Arturia murmured.

"That means there's no need to fight, right?" Gareth put back his posture belatedly, her foolishness diluting the original tense and serious atmosphere.

"No, I only provided preliminary funds. Percival, your companions gathered around you because they believed in you. You are the only leader of the Round Table Army."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 445: Londinian Part

The originally planned straight-line route to Onik was diverted to Londinion due to the arrival of the Round Table Army.

But in fact, there is not much deviation. The journey from Norwich to Onnwick is via Londinion, so staying here for a period of time will not have much impact.

The carriage was scrapped and the escorting soldiers had to walk back to Norwich. Percival also needs them to convey false information about [The Children of Prophecy in Londinion] to Spriggan. Just like that, it was destined that Artoria would not stay in Londinion for too long.

And in Londinion's reception room.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Percival couldn't help but get down to business: "Lady Arturia, the reason why I came so eagerly to find you is because the situation in Kinki has not been peaceful recently."

"Before I explain the situation, I want you to read this first." With that, Percival had already taken out a thick stack of papers from the drawer of the table.

"This is...letter paper?" Da Vinci had been dealing with these things in recent days, so she recognized what it was at a glance.

"This is a letter written by the Boggart." Percival handed the letter to Artoria and made a brief summary while the latter looked at it:

"Recently there have been rumors that Queen Morgan is going to take action against Sheffield. There are also unconfirmed reports that the reason why Morgan has delayed taking action against Sheffield until now is to wait for the seriously injured leader of the Fang Clan, Woodworth, to be injured. Healed." Percival's words revealed concern: "After hearing that Woodworth might personally lead the army, the war-weariness in the city was very high. The Boggart's prestige is still a bit low."

During the days when Artoria went to Norwich to deal with the disaster, Percival frequently exchanged letters with Boggart. The originally arrogant city lord actually began to care about Artoria's itinerary and Lentini. Well's armament situation. But if you think about it carefully, this is inevitable. After all, Boggart is only the lord of Sheffield and not the leader of the Fang Clan.