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

"I just don't want to cause my brother's reputation to be damaged..."

"what?"

Suddenly, Menechel stretched out his fingers and hooked Avril's cheek, carefully tilting the corner of the girl's mouth upwards as she was listing reasons.

"Ugh——!"

Avril's voice was distorted due to the sudden attack.

"Who do you think I am?" Menechel loosened his fingers and looked at Avril with disdain. "I am personally appointed by King Arthur, the strongest knight in Camelot, and the first knight in Britain. Implicate me? You, or no one else, are qualified to implicate me. Only I can implicate others, understand?"

Avril was a little confused, but the habit she had developed over the years forced her to nod.

"Stop the loss in time - no one knows whether it is a loss until the end." Minachell bent his index finger, placed his hand on Avril's forehead, controlled the force and tapped it lightly.

"The weakest knight in Camelot? He's still my man - be my deputy and stay by my side. You're not allowed to go anywhere."

The main hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Just as Menachel was regretting whether he had spoken too harshly just now, a soft hum, almost too weak to be heard, sounded in his ears.

"Ah."

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I attended a classmate's wedding today, so there is only one chapter, but it is also a 3,000-word chapter (proud)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 76: For this reason, I will send you my blessing as you embark on your journey

Without taking a long break, King Arthur decided to go on another expedition and continue to expand the territory of Camelot.

This time, the enemy took Gawain away and left Menechel to guard the capital.

Although there was no evidence, Menechel's intuition told him that Merlin had definitely told Altria about his illness.

"This old man likes to talk about everything."

Stretching out his right arm, Menechel looked at the creepy black stratum corneum on his skin. Although it had faded a lot compared to the beginning, the angular black flakes still retained considerable intimidation.

Suddenly, Menechel's ears moved. Without time to put on the arm armor, he covered his right arm under the wide cloak and turned to face the door.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

After seeing who had come in, Menachel slowly removed his left hand from the hilt, but his tiny movement did not escape the girl's eyes. Looking at the blue eyes that moved along with his fingers, Menachel felt a little embarrassed.

"Avril, why are you here?"

Didn't he send the girl to study with Aguguiwen? Even if she had finished her studies, given the girl's personality, she should have gone to train instead of coming to him.

"Brother, Master Aguguiwen has something to do for the time being, so I left first."

Menechel then remembered that Artoria seemed to have included Aggrevwin in his knight order.

Could it be that what Aguiwen is busy with now is training troops?

"Brother, are you injured?"

Menechel blinked, his heart sank. As his eyes turned, he had already made the worst guess - now everyone in Camelot knew that he was injured.

"How could that be? I have been staying in Camelot for the past few days. I cannot guarantee other places, but in Camelot, there are not many knights who can hurt me."

Menechelle tried to symbolically struggle, but Avril mercilessly exposed him, "Brother, you are right-handed, but you grabbed the sword with your left hand just now."

As for the possibility of misplacing the sword, it might be in line with the carefree character that Menechel showed to the outside world, but Avril was very sure that her brother, who wore armor and kept the sword at hand even when sleeping, would never make such a low-level mistake.

The expression on Minachel's face relaxed, thankful that the rumor about his injury had not spread.

"I've observed it very carefully, but it's just a minor injury. It will heal in a few days."

His mood improved slightly, and Menachel praised Avril. He had only placed this adopted sister beside him for the convenience of taking care of her, but Avril was indeed very likable, and after studying with Agragwen for a period of time, she was able to share some of Menachel's work.

She even provided Menechel with some refreshing drinks when he worked late into the night. Although she had repeatedly emphasized the special nature of her body to the girl, Avril still insisted on following the same schedule as him.

Avril didn't have Minechel's super long endurance, and her physical strength was even weaker than that of ordinary people. For this reason, Avril even helped Minechel cure his habit of staying up late for many years.

"Nothing. There are rumors that my brother was assassinated again. I guess the injury was caused by that time." Although Avril's expression remained unchanged, it was obvious that she was worried from the bottom of her heart: "My brother should bring more guards with him in the future."

Assassination?

He tried hard to recall his experiences over the past few days, but could not think of anything related to this. Or perhaps it could be said that since he was awarded the title of "First Knight", assassination incidents have almost stopped.

"Guard? Do you think there is anyone in Camelot who can protect me?" Menechel did not rush to deny it. Those nonsense words became an excuse for Menechel to evade the question. Menechel shook his head and said, "When there are too many people around, it will affect my actions."

It seems that my brother was seriously injured this time, and he even used such a lame excuse to hide it.

There was no news of Menechelle being assassinated in Camelot. Moreover, Avril had always accompanied Menechelle whenever he went out in recent days.

Avril pursed her lips. She remembered very clearly the scene when she met Minachel not long ago when he just came back from the front line.

At that time, the elder brother was already stroking her head with his left hand.

Menechel, who had no idea that he had been seen through, continued to sit in a carefree manner, pulling at his cloak with his left hand.

"But you didn't come to me just for this matter, did you?" Minachell realized that there was something wrong with his words, so he slowed down and said as if to make amends: "Did someone bully you?"

Avril shook her head.

Menechel's move to save Avril despite huge public pressure made those people see clearly Menechel's attitude towards his adopted sister, and naturally no one would be willing to jump out and challenge his authority at this time.

Such an obvious attitude also made the nobles and patriots in the city less guarded against Menechel. At least this invincible and terrifying First Knight also had a weakness.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this is the possibility that Menechel did it deliberately.

"I received an invitation to the ball, so I came to ask my brother what I should do."

"It's just a dance. If you're not interested, just drop it. Of course, if you're shy, I can accompany you."

But no matter how you think about it, you know that with Avril's personality, she wouldn't be shy.

"It's an invitation letter from the Sibeida family." Avril continued to add, and she analyzed it in the most concise sentences possible: "My brother is in a very bad situation now. If he contacts a noble at this critical moment when the king is leaving the capital, it will easily arouse suspicion."

In Avril's conception, the only way for Menechel to gradually clear himself of suspicion was to maintain a hostile relationship with both the nobles and the knights and continue to remain alone.

New nobles.

Menachel raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

He still remembered that just a few years ago, when he had just joined Altria, he dared to wipe out the entrenched old aristocratic group with his passion. Of course, this also triggered a series of subsequent rebellions. Even now, Camelot is still suffering from the consequences of this impulsive behavior.

But now, Menechel, who commands an order of knights and is known as the First Knight, has lost his original confidence and composure.

Menechel couldn't help but think of the former royal city steward who was killed by Kai, and his eyes drifted to Avril beside him.

Because of himself, the fate of the girl was closely linked to him. Everything Avril did was attached with a strong political color, and even the girl's survival itself became a kind of capital.

In fact, the rift between him and Altria began after he took the girl in.

But since Avril called him brother and truly treated him like a brother, he couldn't treat the girl like an ordinary beast.

This emotion, which had never been experienced before, fermented in Menachel's heart.

It may be foolish to look at it from a rational perspective, but if you are not careful, you may be charged with false charges and have your title and military power taken away.

But so what? Menachel had not been working hard for promotion just for such limited power. Promotion was just a by-product. If he became restricted by such a free gift, it would be a waste of time.

"Don't worry, you just need to do what you want to do." Menachel said, closing his eyes lightly: "The king is very wise, as long as we declare it in advance, there will be no problem."

In fact, perhaps Artoria would be very supportive. The pressure brought by such a major event as [Menechel's goodwill towards the nobles] would accelerate her integration of the new and old generations of knight groups.

As for the possible trust crisis caused by Altria, it was not a big deal. Therefore, the important choice that Avril foresaw could cause Menachere to fall into the abyss if she was not careful was not really that important.

Of course, the only thing that might be damaged is that Menachel, who got the advantage without putting in any effort, might hit a new low in his reputation among the nobles.

Although Avril mistakenly betrayed the situation because she was unaware of the important information that Menechel had a close personal relationship with King Arthur, the perceptive girl still smelled something unusual from Menechel's words.

"Forget it. I'm not very interested in gatherings between young masters and young ladies."

"What are you talking about? You are now the most orthodox rich lady in the whole of Britain." Menichel rubbed the girl's hair, and the girl showed a comfortable smile on her expressionless face, which made Menichel's hand stay for a moment longer.

Seizing the opportunity, the smile on Avril's face suddenly disappeared, and she took advantage of the situation and said, "Then could you please take care of yourself, brother?"

Menechel paused.

"Brother is great, but you have to live for yourself sometimes."

Avril rubbed her head against Menachel's hard gauntlet and said this. Although she could no longer repair the shattered shell after she broke down and cried when Menachel said "Stay with me" last time, her ability to read people's expressions was not lost.

Avril even made a series of preparations to ensure that she would not delay Menechel's affairs. Therefore, she could clearly see Menechel's fatigue.

Avril didn't know what a powerful brother like her was chasing after, but because she had the same experience, she could clearly understand how tiring it was to live for others.

"Take a break once in a while." Avril straightened up and held Menechel's gauntlet with her own hands. Even through a layer of armor, she could clearly feel the other's suddenly tense body.

An absurd thought arose in Avril's mind.

Could it be that my elder brother has never had any in-depth communication with the opposite sex?

Although Avril's expression gradually became strange, her previous gentleness still shook Menechel. The warm feeling seemed to flow through the gauntlet and surge into his heart.

“Please spare me.” But Menechel still pulled his hand away, and his half-joking tone turned serious again: “Now, I don’t have time to rest.”

The longer they delay, the greater the gap between them will be. Mina knows this, so she said she has no time to rest. Artoria also realizes this, so she is in a hurry to go to war. Only by getting out of the vortex of power as soon as possible can they end this temptation of each other at the cost of emotional consumption.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 77 After the King's Sword Broke

There was a rhythmic knocking sound outside the door.

Avril stopped what she was doing, grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, and carefully opened the door with the other.

A bright red eye suddenly appeared in the crack of the door, which was only slightly opened. The pupil was stretched into a line like a snake and moved along the crack of the door, looking around at the furnishings in the room.

Seeing this, there was no emotion on Avril's face. She simply opened her door and turned sideways to show the situation inside the room to Minachel who was half leaning outside the door.

"Onii-sama, if you want to come in and check, just tell me."

Hearing Avril's perfunctory tone as if she was fooling a child, Minachel, who just wanted to scare Avril, showed an embarrassed look first.

"It's not the behavior of a child to keep that expression on his face."

In order to cover up his gaffe, Menechel reached out and gently pinched Avril's cheeks. Because he was not wearing gauntlet, this time Menechel could accurately control his strength.

He just wanted to see a frightened expression on the girl's unchanging cold face, but even this little evil taste couldn't be satisfied.

"Brother, I am no longer a child."

Avril's tone revealed helplessness, the corners of her mouth raised in a slight arc, but her eyebrows were full of fatigue, perfectly showing the image of a mature sister who was worried about her childish brother.

She wasn't exactly bragging, as according to Camelot's laws she was already of marriageable age. But all the suitors turned away after hearing Avril's last name.

Just a few months ago, King Arthur's battle on the front line had problems again. The sword that symbolized the status of the chosen king was broken in a duel with a traitor king. The nobles who had initially wanted to establish a relationship with Menechel through Avril suddenly wanted to immediately distance themselves from the name of Sardis.

The previously suppressed opinion that "Perhaps Menechel can also draw the king's sword" once again became the mainstream in Camelot.

Although Menechel also acted quickly, leading his 300 knights who had not yet been fully trained to King's Ridge, he suppressed the huge gap after King Arthur returned to defense, and at the same time killed the rumor that "Menechel took advantage of King Arthur's opportunity to repair the sword to try to become king" in the cradle.

"Brother, aren't you going to welcome the king back to Camelot today?"

Avril raised her doubts. According to the expected schedule, Menechelle should be waiting for King Arthur to return. But looking at Menechelle's clothes, he didn't look like he was going to do any serious work.

"The king changed his route temporarily and went directly to Camelot." Minache paused and said hesitantly: "Didn't I tell you that before?"

With Merlin by Altria's side, this little distance didn't seem to mean anything.

Avril just stared at her brother, politely saying nothing.

Having already known the answer in silence, Menachere also smiled politely.

It would be impolite to ask further.

Thinking of this, Menechel coughed lightly. He was unusually not wearing the heavy and oppressive armor today. Apart from the red cloak that he almost never took off, Menechel was wearing the common casual clothes in Camelot. Only the new standard knight sword that appeared from time to time at his waist revealed his identity as a knight.

Could it be that he wanted to disguise himself and investigate the source of the rumor?

After thinking for a long time, Avril finally came up with this not-too-outrageous guess.

But even without his iconic greatsword, Menechel's particularly eye-catching black hair and highly recognizable red pupils are enough to make people guess his identity.

"Brother, you are..."

"I've been in Wangling for so long and have been staying in the military camp. I think I should go out once in a while."