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

It is estimated that after this victory, he will be knighted, obtain a fiefdom of his own and form a knight order directly under his command. By that time, no matter what his own wishes are, he and Altria will no longer be able to be close.

Menachere thought about it and felt powerless. For such a great achievement, it was impossible for Altria not to reward him, and Menachere could not refuse for the wishes of the majority.

However, people do not share the same joys and sorrows. Compared to Menechel who was worried about this matter, the Camelot soldiers who had won a great victory were immersed in the joy of victory. After repeatedly rejecting the soldiers' cordial invitations, Menechel returned to the mansion he had chosen as his temporary residence.

The originally luxurious and majestic house became dilapidated due to the war. A piece of the door panel was torn off and several cracks appeared on the wall. It looked like it had no defense at all.

"Lord Menechel."

The two guards who were guarding the house saw Menechel from afar. Menechel nodded to them and said, "Go back. The celebration over there has already begun."

The Royal Guard Knight saluted Menechel and left. His steps became increasingly hurried from normal at the beginning, and he looked extremely helpless.

Menechel walked into the house. The candle in Avril's room was still on. It was already late at night. In order to prevent any accidents from happening to the girl, he walked into her room.

Avril had fallen asleep, but the candle on the table was still burning. Menechel reached out to put out the flame and was about to leave when he suddenly felt someone staring at him.

Turning back, he saw Avril's eyes staring at him. The girl's pupils were a bright blue color that seemed to reflect the entire world. Through those eyes that seemed to be glowing, Menachel saw his reflection at this moment, standing heavily and abruptly in the shadows, completely blocking the light source reflected from outside the room.

The girl was in much better spirits than the last time they met. Except for her pale face due to lack of sunlight for a long time, Avril's previously swollen body had obviously subsided - the food during the march was not ideal, but under such conditions Avril's body was still recovering, which showed that she had lived such a miserable life in Camelot before.

If it weren't for him, if Kai was the commander of that battle, perhaps the girl's life wouldn't be so full of disasters?

Menechel thought about it, barely suppressing his irritation and reaching out to touch the girl's silver hair, but when he saw the gauntlet on his hand that was almost polished to a shine, he withdrew his hand.

After taking off the gauntlet, Menechel touched the girl's head with his large hand and said, "Go to sleep. We will return to Camelot tomorrow."

Avril's head felt very smooth to the touch. The soft feel and the warmth from his hands made Menechel feel a little restrained. He just rubbed it lightly twice and immediately withdrew his hands, as if the girl's head would be pressed off if he used a little more force.

After saying this, Minachell stood up and was about to go to his room to deal with some follow-up issues, but a slight call came from behind.

"Brother."

It may sound unbelievable, but it has been almost two years since Menechel adopted Avril, and this is the first time he has heard Avril's voice. Although he has been bringing the girl with him in recent days, Menechel spends most of his time in the central army tent and rarely returns to the camp to rest. Even when he returns to the camp, the girl has already fallen asleep.

Unlike the girl's ethereal and even somewhat cold voice, the content of her words seemed very intimate.

Menechel, who was called that for the first time, froze up, and a strange feeling quickly rose from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

"Well, I'm here."

Menechel's voice remained calm. He turned and looked at Avril. The girl straightened up from the darkness and sat up.

"Onii-sama, please go to bed early too."

The sudden concern made Menechel feel at a loss for a moment. If someone else said this, Menechel would definitely retort sarcastically, "Then you help me write the march report." But the person who said this was the girl who just called him "Brother".

After a moment of silence, Menichel walked out the door and closed the girl's door behind him. His voice, without any emotion, floated into the room:

"I will."

The door was closed, and Menechel leaned against it and took a breath silently. He didn't breathe in any more until his lungs were so swollen that he couldn't take another breath. Then he exhaled all the air.

The extremely heavy mood just now suddenly felt much better at this moment.

Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a younger sister.

Thinking of this, Menechel put on the gauntlets he had taken off again, moved his hands a little, and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes again.

What are you panicking about?He is the undefeated Menechel, and the rumors of mere fools can't change anything.

……

Inside the house, Avril watched Menechelle leave and lay down again. She curled up and covered her head with a blanket.

Feeling the warmth coming from the blanket, the girl couldn't help but shiver. She was not an ignorant child, she had a full understanding of her current situation - whether she could survive depended entirely on the decision of the knight who adopted her.

But even so, she did not want to please the knight. Her father had told her that they were the victims of the battles between knights, and she hated knights.

But when she saw the obvious fatigue on the knight's face, the girl named Avril couldn't help but speak.

She could never forget the real anger that came from the knight who seemed to be burning like flames, and the cold but safe embrace like a father, at the end of the dark days when she could only eat a few vegetable leaves for each meal in front of that house that was so small that it seemed like a coffin.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 68: Decision to Avoid Suspicion

Menechel was on his way to meet Altria.

This was six months after the Saxon war had ended.

Just as he had originally guessed, after conquering the vast territory of Saxony, Artoria indeed granted him a small piece of fiefdom. His new house was under construction, so for the time being he still lived in the old house in Camelot.

The post-war reconstruction and renovation of Saxony was temporarily handed over to Kay.

Pushing open the wooden door, what comes into view is still the classic scene of "Altoria at Work".

When she heard the sound of the door being pushed open, Artoria looked up, and when she saw it was Menachere, the girl put down her pen.

"Menechel, I'm sorry." The ahoge on Altria's head, which was originally very lively, now drooped weakly. She said, "You should have been treated better both publicly and privately."

The scene at this morning's meeting made Artoria feel ashamed. The knights with the same heart but different morals began to exclude Menechel openly or secretly. Although no one was frightened by Menechel's invitation to a duel and dared not say a word, this also made Artoria realize that a very deep gap had developed between Menechel and the other knight commanders.

Even in the royal city, Artoria could hear rumors about Menechel from time to time, mocking that Menechel was only slightly good at fighting and had no understanding of human relationships.

The newly-emerged aristocracy and the knight group rarely became united in their hatred of a common enemy.

"I don't mind. Anyway, I have enough merits." Menachel found a seat and sat down. "After all, I have been pushed to the forefront now. It's better to let Lanmarok replace me to quell the rebellion."

A small-scale riot broke out again in the Stark region. The rebellion of only about a thousand people was a good opportunity for anyone to make a contribution. Artoria originally planned to let Menechel quell the rebellion, but was rejected by everyone.

Among all these people is Altria's confidant. It is hard not to guess whether Altria was the one who instructed this.

The two battles to defend the city and the two expeditions, which were almost overwhelming victories, caused undercurrents to surge in Camelot. Conspirators and ambitious people focused their attention on Menechel, attempting to use his fame to overthrow King Arthur's legitimacy.

'Menechel did not participate in the selection of the King's Chosen Sword before. Perhaps he is the true chosen king of Camelot.'

"King Arthur has no merit, so how can he be qualified to sit on the throne?"

Such inflammatory remarks can often be heard in Camelot in recent days. Although no one will really rebel because of these words, at this special time when Menechel is forming the Knights Templar, it is inevitable that it will arouse the imagination of some "patriots".

"I will find out who spreads such rumors." There was a cold flash in Altria's eyes, and the majesty emanating from her every move left no doubt about the truthfulness of her words.

Menachere thought about it and looked at Altria in front of him, who was getting further and further away from the future of the girl who longed for peace in his memory, without saying a word.

"This is a special period. If you catch someone, don't act rashly - otherwise you may be bitten back, understand?" Altria said. She paused and continued, "Wait until the house over there is repaired. You can hide there for a while. Come back after the storm has passed."

"No, it would be so boring if we fulfill their wishes." Menechel stood up and put the chair he had just sat on back in place. He lowered his head and looked at Altria.

When he looked around, he was filled with confidence so strong that it was about to overflow. This person's life had been on the rise since the moment he was born, and he had never failed! Only in this way could he have such confidence.

"Today alone, I encountered two assassinations in Camelot. One of them was from the nobles, and the other was from the knights. How can I leave so easily when I can unite these people? Altria, this is a great opportunity for you to unite them."

His tone was serious, and his words showed that he did not care about his own life or death. The nobles were not a group of people, and this class could not be killed. Only by integrating and winning them over could they no longer be an obstacle to Camelot. King Uther knew this, but he had never found a suitable opportunity, so he delegated his power to the nobles, but it was obvious that he failed.

But Altria is different, she has a chance, and Menachel is her only chance.

"So from now on, King, you have to oppose me, at least on the surface, and pretend to unite all your forces to fight me."

As he spoke, Menechel shook the appointment document in his hand, which clearly stated that Menechel had the right to use 300 knights and 500 soldiers in the city of Bilú.

……

Walking out of the door, Menachel looked at the figure next to him.

It wasn't Merlin, it was Agrawen.

"The king has indeed begun to doubt me."

"Please forgive me, Lord Menechel. You have been away from home for a long time and you don't know much about this. But your reputation is indeed higher than that of the king. Some foreigners don't even know the king's name, but they know your name."

Menechel looked away without commenting, which was why he had found Altria tonight and said those words to her. His break with the other knights in the court was not an impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment, but the result of careful consideration.

"Agguiwen, tell me how I can dispel the king's doubts."

"Ms. Avril's existence has become a barrier between you and the king."

An ordinary little girl has too many possibilities for Menachel now. Especially as Avril is getting closer to marriageable age, the nobles are also beginning to make moves. They are not attracted by Avril, but by the fame and power of Menachel behind Avril.

Menechel asked the old-looking knight beside him. If he guessed correctly, Agravin was also here on Artoria's orders.

"I won't let Avril get involved in the marriage."

"But the king doesn't think so."

There was a trace of sadness in Menechel's eyes. Altria was indeed becoming more and more like a qualified king as he had imagined.

His achievements were so great that his fame was so great that even Altria, who trusted him very much, would be shaken.

So what Menechel had to do was to dispel Altria's concerns before her hesitation turned into suspicion.

It's like turning yourself into an isolated and helpless minister with no one to rely on except the king.

But, are you also shaken?

Agguiwen did not say anything, but silently took in the instantaneous change in Menasheel's expression.

Agguiwen was not sent by the King of Dai Mao. He deliberately mentioned his adopted sister to make Minai associate and misunderstand

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 69: Family Relationships Are Not Easy to Handle (Monthly Tickets for Extra Updates)

2023-07-29

"How is he?"

In the dark room, surrounded by various strange biological specimens, Morgan, dressed in a black robe, turned his back to his child.

"Lord Menechel has begun to waver." Aguguiwen's gloomy face became even more gloomy. He hated his mother, especially since what his mother was doing at this time was contrary to Aguguiwen's ideals.

But Agguiwen had to admit that Morgan was an extremely accurate judge of people's hearts. As one of the knights who had fought alongside Menechel in the early days, he could certainly see that Menechel seemed to have an inexplicable relationship with Wang.

But this relationship, which seemed unbreakable to Aguguiwen, would one day collapse.

Morgan smiled noncommittally.

Morgan understands her foolish sister better than her childhood sweetheart Menechel. It is the contingency of the Sword of the King's Choice that makes her have an inexplicable inferiority complex about the throne. She uses the convenience of being the king's sister to use suggestive magic on her sister, infinitely magnifying the subsequent impact of that "misunderstanding".

"Next, you find an opportunity to get close to that guy Minashel, and then..."

"If you don't want to be killed, I advise you not to be clever, Your Majesty Morgan." Petals appeared out of thin air, piling up bright colors on the lightless floor. The petals overlapped and formed a human figure in the center. "Although that child knows nothing about magic, his resistance to magic is surprisingly high."

"Merlin!" Morgan gritted her teeth as she saw the hateful magician in front of her. She was about to laugh at Merlin's weakness and start a quarrel by saying "I am a royal family, how dare he kill me", but she saw Merlin's smile without any smile.

"Of course, if His Majesty Morgan is willing to use his own life as a bargaining chip to ignite the conflict, then it's fine as if I said nothing."

Seeing Merlin's indifferent look, as if she was certain that the ignorant and reckless man would really kill her, Morgan's arrogance unconsciously weakened.

She remembered that her suggestion magic was improved by Merlin, but it was not in Morgan's character to give up so easily, so she asked, "What are you doing here this time? Are you feeling guilty?"

"How could that be? Interfering with the script is already a dereliction of duty as an audience member." Merlin chuckled and looked at Aguguiwen who was always on alert beside him: "Don't worry, Lord Aguguiwen, I didn't see anything."

The dark purple beam of magic power instantly tore through Merlin's body, disintegrating the annoying figure into a sky full of petals.

Morgan's expression was uncertain as she looked at her son, the only one she could trust among her many children.

"Wait for the right opportunity, I will try to increase that guy's fame."

……

Avril, wearing brand new silver light armor, hesitantly pushed open the door.

Menechel, who was wiping the sword, tensed up immediately. But when he saw the person coming, he slowly lowered his hand that had been grasping the hilt of the sword back onto the blade.

"Brother."

Avril stood obediently behind Menechel, quietly waiting for him to finish the work in his hands. Menechel turned to face Avril and leaned the greatsword on his right hand.

"Is there a problem?"

Even though Avril called him "brother" last time, Menechel still rarely spoke to this stepsister, and it was even more rare for her to take the initiative to speak this time.

"Although I am your deputy, I don't think I have a say in the selection of knights." Avril lowered her head, staring at Xie Yan stubbornly.

Menechel was a little surprised by Avril's request. He subconsciously stroked the hilt of the sword at hand, but after seeing Avril's eyes looking at him frequently, he came to his senses and let go of his hand.

With his own Knights Templar, in order to eliminate Artoria's concerns, Menechel adheres to the strategic policy of opening as many back doors as possible. Although his wish to bring Artoria's confidants such as Gawain and Kai to the Knights Templar to drink together is impossible to realize, the idea of ​​bringing Avriel in as his deputy and taking care of her is still feasible.

Thus, the former refugee suddenly became the knight she hated the most, and even managed more than a hundred knights. This huge gap in status made Avril feel very complicated for a while, but it was undeniable that the girl felt that this feeling was not bad.

"Why, no one is coming?"

Although Menechel said this, he showed no sign of nervousness. He leaned back in the chair with a sense of comfort, trying his best to show his harmless side to Avril.