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

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Chapter 58 The final conscience played a small role

2023-07-29

Two bodies lay in the hall, one behind the other. Menachel stuck his sword into the ground, raised his hands and said to Kai, "Commander, it is up to you to deal with me now."

Menechel was not worried at all whether he would die because of this. He believed that as long as he did not do something as unforgivable as massacring the city, Artoria would find a way to rescue him. And judging from the current situation in Camelot, it would not be difficult for Artoria to rescue Menechel.

On the one hand, it was due to the gradual growth of royal power, and on the other hand, Menechel's heroic feat of regaining the entire Stark territory was exactly what Camelot, which was facing internal and external troubles, needed to publicize to boost morale. Even if Artoria did not take the initiative to release him, someone would plead for him - at least until the crisis was resolved, Menechel would not be executed.

Before doing anything, he had already thought of his own way out.

But Kai, who had no idea what Menechel was thinking, was staring at the two corpses on the ground in a daze. His face turned alternately blue and white, and his mind recalled the horrific punishment for [murdering the royal family].

He gritted his teeth, drew out the elegant sword from his waist, looked at Menechel who looked nonchalant and seemed to have given up resistance, turned the tip of his sword and slashed at the two bodies lying on the ground. He then looked up at the two guards in the room and said in a gloomy voice: "You, come and slash twice too."

The Royal Guard Knight cast a questioning look at Menechel, who shrugged and said simply, "That person is your direct superior now."

The two guards understood immediately, and their spears pierced the two bodies like enemies, leaving several piercing wounds. Finally, Kai couldn't bear to watch it anymore and stopped the two. He carefully wiped the blood off the sword and looked up at the two guards: "Insulting the corpse of the royal family also requires death as an apology - the two of you and I are now this guy's accomplices."

"Remember, King Arlo and King Biz were killed by unknown stray arrows on the battlefield. They died under the joint witness of me and Lord Menachel." Kai glanced at the two guards knights meaningfully: "But the arrows were coated with poison. In order to ensure the appearance of the royal family, we had to send two knights to bury them on the spot."

The two guards immediately understood and dragged the two bodies to the back door. Of course, they were not going to bury the bodies, but to deal with the two bodies together with the many bodies that died in the battle.

"You were hit by a stray arrow and your head was separated from your body. You are amazing, Kai."

After sending the two away, Kai was obviously relieved. He glared at Minachell fiercely: "As long as we ask Altria to endorse us, it will be enough to shut up most people. Besides, this is not your fault."

Kai found a seat and sat down. Minachell stopped hiding and sat on the throne next to Kai. Although they sometimes quarreled and even had a cold war due to political differences, Kai was absolutely trustworthy when it came to life-threatening situations.

"Tell me what you want from me."

"I am the commander now, as my deputy, you should show some respect." Kai looked at Minachell, whose expression was still calm, and said with a bored "tsk". He clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and said, "The war is over. I don't know what use I am as a commander. And those guys obviously trust you more than me, so it's hard for me to deal with you."

Kai saw that the two guardsmen had subconsciously looked at Menichel. Menichel's instinctive worship of the strong had given him a very high status in the 3,000-man army - even though he was now considered a bad person in the rumors outside.

After saying that, Kai scratched his hair and couldn't help yelling, "It's so annoying. I really want to lock you up and let Altria handle all these troubles."

Even though he understood Menechel's good intentions, overt punishment was still necessary, otherwise Menechel's previous one-man show would have been in vain.

"Commanding is not completely useless. At least you can get a bigger share when you collect the reward." Menachel ignored Kai's [threat of confinement] and said indifferently, "Don't worry about me. Even if Altria wants to reward me, it will be cancelled because of my unauthorized behavior. It's better to let you get a good reward."

"I would have done it even without you telling me." Kai snorted disdainfully. He then remembered something and said, "Don't be too ostentatious these few days. I will announce to the public that I have detained you."

"Understood, Master Kai."

"Be serious. This is a matter of life and death."

Even if Kai concealed the charge of "killing the royal family" for Menechel, the charge that Menechel made up himself was enough to cost him his life.

Seeing Kai worried about his own affairs, Minashel didn't know how to say something like "I've already made a backup plan."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Kai thought for a long time but couldn't come to any useful conclusion. He simply left this question to Artoria to think about - at least Artoria would not let Menechel be executed like this.

"I came to you this time to ask you what you plan to do with the surviving refugees."

"You are the commander..."

"Of course I know!" Kai said in a low voice, with a strong sense of authority in his tone. He tapped the table twice to calm down his anger, and then Kai's voice became calm again: "I have ordered that some of the food and grass in Tollen City be distributed to these refugees."

The atmosphere became silent. After a long while, Minachell spoke to break the solemn atmosphere. His voice was slightly tired. "How many of them are left?"

"No more than ten people survived." Kai glanced at Minachell before continuing, "Most of the refugees won't survive for long because of the severe burns. I think you should go and see for yourself."

As to where the burns came from and who caused them, Kai did not say.

"I will take responsibility and distribute my previous spoils to these people as compensation."

Minasel looked away. He had always felt that he could choose to exchange human lives for more benefits without hesitation, but now he realized that his little remaining conscience prevented him from being indifferent to these refugees who were passively involved in the war.

What a waste of time! They died because they were not strong enough. As soon as this twisted thought arose, it was restrained by a stronger sense of morality.

Minashel, aware of the change in his own thoughts, could not help but laugh at his own hypocrisy. Benevolence and righteousness, such noble qualities should not appear in him. All he needed to do was to keep winning, that's all.

Thanks to klcf, the monthly ticket for the flying king Dodo

Thanks to Guardian of the Best Lily for the 200 starting coins, and thanks to Wanxiang Shiyuan, Lava Bucket, and Zifu for the 100 starting coins.

This chapter is a transition, there will be another chapter later

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Chapter 59: No one in this world can judge my merits and demerits (Monthly ticket plus more)

2023-07-29

This is Menechel's first night of rest in Toruń Square City, and it will also be his last night. Tomorrow he will set off to return to Camelot.

With no burden on his mind, Menachel should have been able to fall asleep quickly, but he couldn't do so until the sky was already slightly pale.

He stood up and put on his armor as usual, preparing to go out for a walk. His hand just touched the sword placed beside the bed and stopped, and Menachel hesitated and withdrew his hand. He knew very well why he couldn't sleep, so he planned to take a look at the refugees who were sacrificed because of his decision when no one was around late at night.

Bringing a sword might scare the other party. After all, in the eyes of those refugees, he was a villain who caused their families to be destroyed. So he rarely went out wearing only armor - even in his own army, he did not dare to take off his armor to prevent possible assassinations at any time.

Along the way, he passed through layers of night watch soldiers, but no one stopped Menichel. Finally, Menichel couldn't help it and took the initiative to stop a night watch knight. Seeing the other party's somewhat surprised expression, Menichel coughed awkwardly, and a rare unnatural look appeared on his face: "Um, detention... No, I mean where is the temporary resting place for refugees."

"Lord Menechel, I will take you there."

The knight who was called handed the torch to his companion, and took the initiative to walk in front of Menechel to lead the way.

Menachere followed behind him, and could feel his gaze from time to time. The refugee camp was far away from the knights' camp, and the fires used for lighting were becoming sparse, and the houses were becoming scarce. At this time, the night watch knights passing by on both sides of Menachere could already guess Menachere's destination.

"Minichelle is going to go find those refugees. They must be having a hard time."

"I would definitely not tolerate severely punishing a hero like Master Menachere for some insignificant people."

"I'm so envious that they can get so close to Master Menachere."

These whispers, some normal and some abnormal, fell into Menechel's ears word for word. Looking at the knight in front of him who was clueless and still leading the way obediently, Menechel guessed that the other party should not be able to hear these conversations.

If you don't sit in the corresponding position, you can't feel the guilt of issuing the order to "drive out the refugees". After all, those refugees who just want to survive are not enemies wielding weapons or insignificant monsters.

The knight who led the way was very tactful. He stopped after leading them to their destination and did not continue to follow, leaving Menechel alone to continue on his way. When he opened his eyes again, all the complicated emotions he had just felt were gone.

The heavy footsteps of Menechel could be heard in the silent room. Although it was just dawn, many people in the refugee camp had already woken up. Although the temporary accommodation arranged by the Camelot army was much better than when they were sleeping in the open, the light in most people's eyes had already disappeared.

After passing through the long corridor, several refugees who had woken up secretly poked their heads out to look, and when they saw that it was Menechel, flames of hatred welled up in their eyes - at the city gate, they clearly saw that it was this human-looking guy in front of them who spit out red lightning and killed their families, but the seeds of fear had already taken root in the hearts of these refugees. Knowing that they were weak, the refugees could only huddle in the corner and lick their spiritual wounds alone.

At this time, a team of knights came trotting over. After seeing Menechel's appearance clearly, they gradually stopped jogging and headed towards Menechel who was standing in place.

Menechel took a glance and saw that these were the knights sent by Kai to protect the refugees. Although they were called protection, their job was actually to prevent the refugees from rioting, and... to collect the bodies of the dead refugees in a timely manner. Those refugees who were affected by the aftermath of Menechel's charge could not be recovered even if they were provided with good food and water. Someone died here every hour.

“How many people are left?”

Menechel asked the Knight Commander who had arrived.

"There are... fifty-seven people left, forty-nine of whom are on the verge of death. It is estimated that they will not survive until tomorrow morning."

I still remember Kai said a few days ago that this group of refugees had more than 300 people, and just a few sunrises and moonsets had caused such heavy casualties.

"Divide my spoils equally among the eight people who survive."

"In fact, we only need seven people... The remaining one is a child. Even with the money you rewarded him, he can't survive." The Knight Commander said, carefully looking at Menechel's expression.

"Is he dying?"

"She was the least injured of all the refugees. Her parents - it was hard to tell which was the father or the mother because they were charred so badly - died on the spot. When we rescued her, she was held tightly in our arms. Apart from hunger, the biggest injury on her body was the strangulation from her charred hands."

When this happened, Menechel was executing two rebel kings, but at this time, even relying on the fragments revealed in the words, he could associate it with the specific picture.

"Her parents are more like knights than me."

Seeing the obvious emotion on his former commander's face, the Knight Commander finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Lord Menechel, if you could do it again, would you still issue the same order and bear the same infamy?"

Menechel's eyes moved downward, and his oppressive gaze lingered for a long time on the Knight Commander who asked this question. The other party's body trembled, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but he clenched his fists tightly and refused to apologize for what he said.

From the other person's young face, it can be seen that he is not very old, at most the same age as Menechel. It must be because of the "righteous questioning" caused by the hot blood he got when he saw this bleak scene that was like hell on earth.

Thinking of this, Minachell couldn't help but chuckle.

"I only regret it afterward." Menichel said, looking away: "Even if I had to do it all over again, my choice would remain the same. As for bearing the infamy..."

Menichel did not say anything else, but the aura that suddenly burst out from him had already given the answer.

[No one can judge him today, regardless of his merits or demerits]

The Knight Commander took a step back, but quickly steadied himself.

"Among the people who survived, are there any others with similar situations to that girl?"

The Knight Commander shook his head and explained, "The remaining survivors were young adults, women, children, and infants. Most of them were carried out in the afternoon."

"I understand." Menachel said, and walked forward: "Take me to find the girl."

"Hey?"

Seeing the Knight Commander's confused look, Menechel said, "I can't let the other Knight's hard work go to waste, can I? Just consider it as my own insignificant psychological comfort."

He was prepared to protect the girl. Such a naive and even hypocritical idea should not have appeared in Menechel, but just like this young knight commander, Menechel was also young. His morals, which had just been exposed to the atmosphere of battlefield and killing, had not been completely lost. If the knight commander dared to question justice, this was probably the only time in his life that Menechel fought for his own justice.

It's so hypocritical, so disgusting.

Minashel laughed at himself and subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth. He didn't know since when he would only show such an expression.

"It's obviously the path I chose, but now I want to make amends for it."

'That's stupid, Menechel.'

He thought so.

Another important reason why Mina adopted this child was to use her to restore her normal mentality as soon as possible, but there are many ways to recover. This method is what Mina, who is still young, did when she was hot-blooded and had a conscience. She will not do it again if she has no conscience in the future.

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Chapter 60: When did you and Altria do it?

2023-07-29

The Stark Campaign involved more than ten battles of varying sizes, and nearly three hundred war horses were captured. In addition to the one hundred good horses left for the Duke of Cornwall who was defending the city, there were still nearly two hundred war horses that needed to be brought back to Camelot.

Theoretically, no matter how the two hundred horses were distributed, Kai should have been assigned one for transportation. However, the noble commander Kai did not accept his subordinates' kindness. He walked with Menechel on the grounds that he needed to "guard the sinner Menechel."

After walking for several hours, Kai finally couldn't stand the heavy atmosphere anymore and said, "I say, what on earth are you thinking about?"

"Thinking of a name." Menechel still lowered his head and looked at the stones rolling on the side of the road.

"Name? For the child."

Camelot glanced at the girl who was trembling on the horse's back and the warhorse that was trembling because Menechel was holding the reins.

"She's my daughter."

After several hours of thinking, Menechel had come to his senses from the impulsive state he had last night, but since the words had already been spoken, he reluctantly accepted the girl for the sake of face. After all, he was not the one raising his daughter.

Although he had no experience in taking care of children, Menachel had experience in raising animals—although they were all wild "lighters." If things really didn't work out, he could just hire someone to take care of them and have someone send some money over regularly.

"daughter!"

Kai widened his eyes exaggeratedly, kicked his legs and went straight past Menechel to the trembling warhorse. Ignoring the horse and the frightened gaze of the girl on its back, Kai looked around, marveling at the sight.

"When did you and Artoria do it?" Kai suddenly asked for no reason. As one of the few people who knew about King Arthur's daughter and Menechel's feelings for Artoria, Kai was very curious at this time, but soon Kai gave up the idea of ​​exploring and showed an exaggerated expression of pain: "Look at the age of this child, she must be at least ten years old. Could it be that you did it when you were six years old..."

Minachell realized what Kai was saying and quickly pressed Kai's head with one hand, pushing Kai's upper body to the ground. Kai was thrown to the ground without any defense.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Menicher bared his teeth, his businesslike expression was successfully broken by Kai's words. But Kai stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened. He looked at the soldiers who were attracted by the sound and said loudly: "It's okay here, keep moving forward in formation."

The crowd who wanted to watch the show had no choice but to turn around and move on.

"No, then no. It's dangerous to attack suddenly." Kai looked at Minachell and complained in a low voice. He showed a very scary expression and threatened in a serious tone: "Have you ever thought about what would happen if I subconsciously fought back and you killed me by surprise? Do you want to experience the pain of losing a close friend?"

Looking at Kai's strange remarks, Minachell didn't take it seriously. Everyone should be prepared to die at the moment of choosing to fight, not to mention that Minachell knew Kai's upper limit very well. The seemingly painful fall just now was just a pain and would not cause any substantial damage.

"But." Kai looked up and down at Minachel, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"But what."

"You are not much older than this child. Don't you think it's a little early for you to adopt a daughter?" Kai tried to persuade her. But Minachell shook her head and said, "I've already said that I will adopt her."

"Why are you so stubborn!" Kai pulled the reins, and the warhorse was about to neigh in pain, but his eyes caught sight of Menechel looking at him, and he only dared to make a low "chi" sound.