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

The ice blue lining was exposed under the black coat, and the white hair fell along her perfect side face. When she heard the footsteps getting closer, her eyelashes trembled and she broke away from the state of concentrating with her eyes closed. out.

Beautiful blue eyes opened, meeting Menechelle's frowning gaze of disgust.

"Huh, you're finally here."

"what?"

"You left Camelot without my permission. Even if you finally came back on time, do you think I would get over it so easily?"

In terms of appearance alone, she can definitely be called a beauty. However, Menechelle's body had tensed up, his right hand drooped, and he looked at Morgan who suddenly appeared in front of him. But as if Morgan didn't notice this abnormality, he stood up from the wall he was leaning on, came to Menechelle, and reached out to grab Menechelle's hand.

"However, I am giving you the opportunity to apologize to me. Come on, come to my room."

Menechelle took a step back, and while pulling away, he flicked his right hand and a large sword appeared out of thin air with lightning, and the blade struck directly at Morgan's head.

Clang——!

The great sword was blocked by the magic barrier protecting the body, and Menechelle made no further moves. He looked at Morgan condescendingly and appraisingly.

"You stupid woman, what are you talking about? Do you want to die? Or is your brain finally broken?"

Morgan's eyes froze, and the corners of her mouth seemed to tremble a few times. Her face, which was usually expressionless, remained cold, but there was clearly a hint of sadness.

"I see, it's not you..." She closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, she had lost interest in continuing the conversation.

Menechelle seemed to be ignited by Morgan's look on her violent personality: "Originally, I didn't bother to cause trouble for you - but in this case, I don't mind killing you several times a day to relieve my fatigue."

A bit of lightning danced on the sword.

"Ah."

What he responded to was Morgan's disdainful taunt.

"Wait! Stop it!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's voice came from far behind, and along with her words, Menechelle and Morgan were enveloped in a red light.

The two command spells acted on the two servants respectively. Although they did not have a mandatory effect, they expressed Fujimaru Ritsuka's attitude.

Menechelle clicked her tongue and moved the sword away, and Morgan also closed his eyes, and the dangerous aura converged in his body. Taking this opportunity, Fujimaru Ritsuka inserted himself between Menechelle and Morgan, separating them with his body.

"Calm down, everyone."

As he said this, Fujimaru Ritsuka turned towards Menachere.

"Menechelle, she is not the Morgan from the history of pan-humanity that you know. She just mistook you for someone else when she talked to you like that."

Listening to Fujimaru Ritsuka's story, Menechelle couldn't understand it for a while. In Fujimaru Ritsuka's story, Morgan became the lonely queen who saved Britain from collapse. Unable to understand it, he could only put on a straight face and act like a cold knight.

"There's no need to say so much, I'm not interested in her." Menechelle waved her hand, feeling like she couldn't keep pretending if she didn't leave him. But just leaving like this always feels like a humiliating escape.

So before turning the corner, Menechelle left a vicious message: "Fujimaru Ritsuka, if you want to use my hand to get rid of him, then put her and me in the same team."

In this way, it should be fine.

While thinking this, Menechelle noticed that the ground beneath her feet began to tremble.

Morgan's first reaction was that Menechel turned around in anger, and his magic power formed the shadow of the heavy armor. But before the armor took shape, Menechel's eyes saw the person clearly.

It was a blond girl holding a staff. She looked elegant and elegant in both appearance and clothing. However, only the running posture with her head lowered gave Menechelle an inexplicable sense of deja vu. .

"That handsome guy in front, stop for me!"

Seeing Menechelle stop, it was too late for her to stop, so she simply gritted her teeth, and the next moment the girl hit Menechelle's belly like a cannonball.

The impact was much stronger than expected, making Menechelle involuntarily arch her body to slow down the impact. If Menechelle hadn't removed the armor in advance, the girl would have been hit hard and her head would be bloody.

Protecting the opponent's head with both hands, Menechelle took half a step back to steady the girl.

"Artoria?"

What are you doing

Before he could ask the next half of the sentence, Menechel's face was grabbed by a pair of hands, forcing him to look into the eyes below.

Arturia's clear eyes held a feigned ferocity.

"Listen, I know you may not remember me." She held Menechelle's face, but her own face turned red because of the shame of what she said: "But I like you, I will Let you remember me again! Do you hear me?

"Eh?"

"Did you hear that?"

Arturia pressed her face upward, with a hint of true ferocity in her eyes.

"I heard?"

Menechelle responded blankly.

Arturia took the initiative to confess her love to him.

He reached out and pinched Artoria's face in front of him. Although the girl blushed, she did not resist. Her moist eyes stared at him, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next moment.

That stubborn look in his eyes gave Menechelle an inexplicable sense of immediacy, and he blurted out a sentence without passing through his mind: "You seem to have experienced a lot of things that I don't know about - it's very hard, right?"

It was clear that Artoria was Artoria, but Menechelle said words that even he couldn't understand. He didn't understand what the words meant, but there was always a voice in his ears. Echo, let him say this sentence

Then, he saw that Arturia's eyes suddenly widened when she heard his words.

"Ugh."

Arturia whimpered and bumped into Menechelle's arms. All the grievances, longings and many other unspeakable thoughts that had squeezed the entire Lostbelt were vented with this sound. come out.

"Very hard!"

"But, if you think about it carefully, it's not that hard."

"I met a lot of companions."

"Bad things, happy things, I encountered many, many things,"

There were many more things she wanted to say, but at this moment, Artoria couldn't form any words to express her emotions.

Thousands of words were finally summarized into one sentence:

"It's just, that's great. You didn't break your promise. I met you again at the end of the journey."

Menechelle listened quietly to Artoria's words, letting the girl vent her emotions. He could feel that on the other side of the corner, someone was looking at this side, but it didn't matter. He gently stroked Artoria's back and waited for the other person to recover.

……

On the other side of the corner, Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly feel the suddenly cold air around him, and cold sweat flowed from Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead.

She tried her best to convince Morgan that the Menechelle Saber just now was a Servant of Panhuman History who had no Lostbelt memory, but she encountered this scene around the corner.

"This is probably fate...ah haha..."

Listening to his own explanation, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt weak.

"It's okay. It's just that I feel a burst of contempt in my heart." Morgan said with a cold face.

——You said it’s okay! Even the psychological activities were expressed by himself!

"Let's go, Master." Morgan grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's collar: "Continue to summon the servants."

"Gugua..."

Unfortunately, until the last moment, even Oberon responded to the summons and failed to summon the person Morgan wanted.

The memories of the Holy Sword User of Menechel in Panhuman History were collected by the Suppression Force as a target for collection (

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 504 VOL British Girls Tea Party

Beige carpets, pure white ceilings, and very simple and simple beds. This single decorative style makes the small room look empty, but it feels crowded again because of the coffee table in the room.

Arturia looked at the white-haired beauty on the other side with rather complicated eyes. She was a woman who looked slightly different from her at first glance. Except for the color of her pupils and the light makeup on her face, she was almost a replica of her. Another Arturia.

That was her half-sister and "lover", Morgan.

But Arturia looked at her sister with such complicated eyes at this time, not because of the unspeakable relationship between herself and her sister - the already weak family relationship. During her lifetime, she learned that Menechelle's death was exactly the reason. When the other party planned it, it was already exhausted, and all that remained was the king's hatred for the traitor.

However, if the person in front of her is indeed the Morgan she knows well, then Artoria will reject him mercilessly.

But what is in front of her is not the enchantress Morgan, but the Winter Queen in another world. Artoria, who had observed the records of Fujimaru Ritsuka's Sixth Lostbelt, knew that compared to the Morgan she knew, the other person's experience was more like another her. She is not favored by everyone, but everyone puts all their hopes and pressure on her, guarding the Queen of Britain alone and silently.

Based on rationality, Artoria believed that this noble soul should not be insulted because of this face, but based on sensibility, she would hate Wu Jiwu for a while and find it difficult to have a good impression of Morgan.

"Don't be so serious, please have some tea."

In the middle of the strange atmosphere between the two people, the petite silver-haired half-elf showed a cute smile. She took the initiative to pick up the teapot and filled Morgan's empty cup with tea.

"Thank you."

Morgan thanked him in a low voice, but made an inconspicuous frown when the half-elf approached.

"You're welcome." The half-goblin said with a smile, "The tea is poisonous anyway."

"It's ok."

Morgan nodded and took a sip. The toxins mixed in the tea were destroyed by the high concentration of magic.

"Boring." Minanako curled her lips and poured herself a cup of tea. She agreed to come to Artoria to attend this Camelot women's tea party, just to see Morgan's surprised expression when he learned her real name, but Morgan did not show any unnecessary expression.

Finally, Artoria, who couldn't bear the dull atmosphere, took the lead to ask. She asked directly: "Is there anything you want to tell me when you come here this time?"

"Ha, silly girl, even with the experience of becoming a king, you are still so restless." Morgan smiled lightly, and took a sip of tea with her lips painted with cool-toned lipstick. The elegant posture radiated from the inside out. The other two girls at the tea party looked like coquettish yellow-haired girls, and their aura was naturally a bit weaker than Morgan's.

Morgan opened his eyes calmly at this moment, and his voice was calm and filled with unquestionable authority: "Can you really guard Menechelle like this?"

Click——

"Keep it? I don't think I need to do such unnecessary things. He will always be by my side and will not go anywhere."

Arturia had a straight face, but the teacup she held in her hand was full of cracks. Tea dripped from her palm onto the table, and there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

I just saw it wrong. This woman is as hateful as the Morgan I know.

"Ha." Minanako also sneered disdainfully. She hated all King Arthurs equally, but she hated Morgan even more. At this moment, she rarely stood on a united front with Artoria.

"Although there are some differences in cognition between me and the male self, I believe one thing remains the same - my sense of you."

"I will not treat you the same as King Arthur just because you have the same experience as King Arthur. I will only think that you deserve it. What Aurora did looks like you in the history of pan-humanity. What a mess." All bad things are caused by you, so in my opinion, what happened to you is nothing more than [Morgan, you have today]."

"And his thoughts should be the same as mine."

"Ah."

Morgan raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and his condescending demeanor suddenly caused veins to pop out on Minanako's forehead.

However, Morgan ignored the over-energetic elf. She looked at Altria and said, "She's not going anywhere. I don't think so."

"I don't know much about panhuman history, but I know a little."

"Afriel, Menechelle's sworn sister. This name should be familiar to you. According to the original historical trajectory, if it were not for my influence in this world, it would only take three years at most for you to hear the story of the knight under his command and his sister The news of the elopement—let me think about it, you may still be reviewing government affairs when you hear the news.”

Arturia's expression froze.

Minanako probed.

However, Morgan soon changed the subject.

"Don't worry. I'm not interested in him on this side of panhuman history."

Her eyes swept over Altria, who seemed to be suddenly relieved.

"What is your relationship with... Mr. Sardixiu over there?"

"Know the basics." Morgan's expression was calm but her words were shocking. However, she abnormally drank a few sips of tea: "I am different from you. No matter how busy I am, I will always take one week out of every month."

Artoria's eyes were slightly cold.

However, she could still tell the difference between the two Menechelle. I just sighed secretly in my heart that the self in the other world had fallen to such a low level, and was completely reduced to a passerby by the Morgan in the other world.

But compared to Artoria, there are obviously people who are more unwilling to accept this ending than her.

"But didn't he leave you in the end? No one likes a woman who is too strong."

Someone who uses magic on the wife of the person he likes because no one likes him clearly shows signs of breaking his defense.

Morgan ignored the little girl's unreasonable troubles and stared at Artoria: "I think you need an ally. Do you want to cooperate with me? I can help you drive away some annoying bugs. I am quite experienced in these things. "

After a long silence, Arturia nodded solemnly.

She spoke in a serious tone as she treated an important ally: "I understand. Offensive and defensive alliances, right? In exchange, when [me] from your world comes to interfere with your feelings, I will also take action."