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

Mordred's lips trembled and his eyes wavered as never before.

“So, probably the king.”

"I'm going to kill her!"

Mordred screamed, and her body broke free from Morgan's restraints and rushed out of the alley.

Morgan flicked his finger, and Mordred froze in place again.

"Don't worry, my child. I will help you." Morgan whispered, his tone indescribably gentle: "If you go out now, you will only seek your own death."

"What should I do?" Mordred closed his eyes and uttered the words with difficulty: "Mother."

Morgan smiled, she knew that her plan was successful.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 100 Extra: The Gentlest Magic

Altria is working.

This is... the second year since the execution of the sinner Menechel.

Perhaps only by continuous work and continuous fighting can we fill the extra void in our hearts with a busy life.

"Altria, haven't you rested yet?"

This was the voice of Teacher Merlin. Out of politeness, Altria took a brief moment out of her busy schedule to raise her head and respond.

How could she rest? She was the perfect king that he and everyone else had high hopes for.

Merlin pulled out a chair and sat opposite Artoria. The old nightmare put his hands on his chin and watched Artoria calmly review the memorials.

"Altria, are you worried?"

Merlin suddenly asked. The girl's pen paused suspiciously for a moment before moving again. Merlin keenly caught this subtle change but did not point it out.

"No."

That voice was so calm that it was close to indifference. A stern aura as if angry out of shame emanated from Altria: "Teacher Merlin, why don't you rest so late and come to chat with me instead?"

"Because I just happened to learn a new magic recently." Merlin still held on to his indifferent attitude, but his tone was full of regret: "It's just a pity that His Majesty Morgan was driven out of Camelot, and I can't find anyone to experiment with."

The pen was pressed against the table, making a rather dull sound.

Merlin looked up and saw Altria's bloodshot eyes.

"Teacher Merlin, if you want to see her, then let's leave Camelot together."

Altria's tone was not as calm as it sounded, and she took it for granted that Merlin's actions just now were a plea to Morgan.

There was no way she could withdraw the ban on Morgan no matter what.

"I don't want to plead for His Majesty Morgan at all... I mean--" Merlin looked at Altria and deliberately prolonged his tone as if to play a prank: "I think this magic will help your mental state, so, do you need my help?"

"unnecessary."

"Don't be so quick to refuse. My magic can bring the person you want to see most into this room."

Altria's heart moved, it was undeniable that she was moved.

After taking another look at Merlin who was looking at her expectantly like a little child, Artoria took a piece of white paper.

"No matter what, I will never forgive Morgan."

Deliberately bolding the font, Altria placed the paper in a prominent position. Then Altria nodded to Merlin: "Let's get started."

Even though she didn't think such a miracle could happen, her hope for the best still made Altria compromise. Even if it was just a boring illusion of Merlin, she still wanted to see him again.

"First, close your eyes."

Altria closed her eyes obediently. Merlin looked at the girl with complicated eyes and was speechless for a long time.

As if he noticed that the girl was getting impatient, after a moment of silence, Merlin finally spoke.

"The ritual is complete, open your eyes."

I opened my eyes tentatively, but there was no third person in the empty room.

Altria cast a puzzled look at Merlin, but was met with a complicated look from Merlin.

"You even believed such a crude lie. How much do you miss him?"

This is the end of the first volume. Although it has some bumps and is disliked by some people, I am still very satisfied with it overall.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 101 Can I ride a horse on the street?

If I were to use one word to describe Kenneth's experience in recent days, it would definitely be extremely unlucky.

First, the holy relic he had prepared so carefully was stolen, which disrupted all his subsequent plans. Kenneth was forced to use the earth veins of the Clock Tower for affinity summoning, but the substitute he summoned was also unsatisfactory.

Now even the flight to Fuyuki City was delayed.

In the waiting hall, the blond and blue-eyed young man looked at the lucky column on his servant panel. The conspicuous "E" on it made Kenneth feel that he had found the reason.

Sure enough, these inferior technological products only bring trouble.

Kenneth's face was gloomy. If he had known it would be so troublesome, he would never have come to participate in this magic ceremony.

"Lancer." Kenneth said with a stern face, calling back the white-haired man who was chatting with a middle-aged man. He warned him sullenly and harshly, "Didn't I tell you not to talk to ordinary people?"

The white-haired man called Lancer tugged at his retro-style shirt, revealing a thoughtful look.

"Sorry, I suddenly came to Britain a thousand years later, and I can't control my emotions a little bit."

Kenneth snorted coldly. He was about to say something else when he was rudely interrupted: "What does it matter? We haven't reached Fuyuki City yet anyway."

Turning around, Kenneth saw a burgundy-haired woman walking towards him. This was his fiancée, Solaw.

The sarcastic words that were about to come out of his mouth stopped in his mouth. Kenneth spoke softly as if he was explaining something to someone. His originally harsh voice sounded surprisingly gentle at this moment: "Even if we haven't arrived in Fuyuki City yet, we can't rule out the possibility of being attacked by the enemy."

Anyone who chooses to go to Fuyuki City at this point in time is a person who deserves vigilance.

"Maybe so." But Solau waved her hand indifferently at Kenneth's explanation. Even in the crowded terminal hall, this woman had no intention of saving face for her fiancé.

Kenneth's face turned blue due to Solawu's tone, but he didn't lose his temper in the end. He just licked the corners of his dry mouth and said no more.

Apparently even the genius of the Clock Tower has people he is extremely bad at dealing with.

The waiting staff, who were originally feeling bored due to the flight delay, were immediately attracted by the quarrel between the young couple, including the middle-aged man who had just been talking to them.

The middle-aged man with a stubborn hairstyle blended his gaze into the eyes of the passers-by around him and carefully looked at the blond man with a pure European face, which is a very common face in London. On the contrary, his Asian appearance is a rare face.

Lancer, that's right, the man just called out [Lancer].

In this way, Emiya Kiritsugu could conclude that the strange man in retro clothes was one of the enemies he needed to deal with on this trip.

only……

Kiritsugu Emiya's gaze moved back and forth between Kenneth and Solaw, wondering which of these two was the Master he needed to deal with.

"Mr. Kelly."

A call that almost exploded in his ear made Emiya Kiritsugu's body tense. He cast his gaze towards the white-haired man in front of him, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

He was not sure whether the Servant in front of him recognized his identity.

Before setting off, in order to ensure that the Stand plan was foolproof, he asked Saber and his wife to take the same plane. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened to him first. At this time, it would be no difficulty for a Servant to kill Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Ah, what's the matter?"

"This is my first time going abroad. I see you have an Asian face, so I wanted to ask you, is it okay to ride a horse on the streets in the East?"

Emiya Kiritsugu felt amused when he heard this fantastic question, but at the same time he felt relieved.

"Of course not." Emiya Kiritsugu acted like a concerned citizen. He looked at the man in front of him "strangely": "Not only abroad, even here, it is not allowed to ride a horse on a street with such a dense flow of people."

"I see. Now I understand." Lancer's eyes flickered towards Kenneth and Solau in Emiya Kiritsugu's sight, and the nonchalant tone in his voice became stronger: "Some things can only be done in a place without people, right?"

The other party's words seemed to imply something. Emiya Kiritsugu's heart skipped a beat. He looked up and met a pair of red pupils.

Emiya Kiritsugu clenched his fists and glanced at the young man and woman sitting next to him, but there was no obvious expression on either of their faces. While the other party hadn't noticed him, Emiya Kiritsugu quickly shifted his gaze away.

Only then did Emiya Kiritsugu look back at the Servant sitting next to him. The other party obviously knew something, but perhaps because of the people around him and the Servant who had not noticed him, he did not take any direct action and did not even report it to the Master.

The straightforward implementation of the principle of "secret execution" reminded Kiritsugu Emiya of Saber. Could it be that Lancer is also a knight servant?

But it was better this way, as he saved a stroke of the Command Spell.

"That's true." Emiya Kiritsugu nodded, and as if in compromise, he temporarily gave up the assassination plan against Master Lancer.

After receiving a positive answer, Lancer left under the gaze of Emiya Kiritsugu, and shortly after the other party left, Emiya Kiritsugu also left this place of trouble.

The flight would not arrive for another three hours, which was enough time for Kiritsugu Emiya to complete the transfer procedures.

This time, he was lucky enough to only receive an armistice agreement, but that might not be the case next time.

……

Kenneth looked coldly at his Servant who returned to his side, his face full of displeasure.

He didn't understand why the personalities of the anti-heroes recorded in mythology were so different from the Servant he summoned.

Lancer Minachell was supposed to appear as a character that caused headaches to the Master because of his ambition and uncontrollable desire to kill, but his overly lazy personality gave Kenneth a headache on the other hand.

This guy...could he be completely unaware of the upcoming ceremony?

Speculating like this, Kenneth couldn't help but warn: "Lancer, if you still have this attitude in Dongmu next time, you may die in the first place."

In response to Kenneth's ridicule, Minechel withdrew his gaze from the scenery.

"I'll pay attention." Although he said this, Menichel was just pretending to be nice to Kenneth.

Unlike his summoner, he has no desire for the Holy Grail, nor any reason to necessarily win.

To him, the Holy Grail War was nothing more than an opportunity to experience life - before Menechel got tired of it, he would ensure that Kenneth would not die... and that the Holy Grail War would continue as long as possible.

In this sense, Kenneth was dealt the worst possible hand.

As for why Kiritsugu was in London, in the original FZ story, his wife and Saber arrived in Toki by plane. From this, we can infer that Kiritsugu also took a plane, but it might not be the same plane.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 102: This is your work attitude

This is the first night after arriving in Dongmu City.

With the sound of rustling, the wind in the distance blew the trees around the inn to and fro. The night sky of Dongmu City was full of twinkling stars, casting a thin halo on this far eastern city.

Kenneth's level of magic is reassuring. Unless he encounters a Noble Phantasm of mass destruction, the defensive position set up by the opponent will be enough to buy him enough time to use the Command Spells.

So, taking advantage of the convenience brought by Kenneth's request for intelligence, Minachell left the room with a clear conscience.

This was a great opportunity to enjoy the night view of Fuyuki. It was a wonderful feeling to experience life on earth again after death. He couldn't help but compare the night view in front of him with the night view of Camelot in his memory, but no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember what the night view of Camelot looked like - he seemed to have never seen Camelot at night.

The vehicles were driving towards the hotel, which was a very normal thing. As the only chain hotel in Dongmu, Hyatt Hotel always received countless tourists from foreign countries during this peak tourist season.

But at least this hotel, which can still be characterized as a product of the surface world, does not have the ability to attract the dead.

Minashel glanced at the two figures walking down from the vehicle. Their stunning appearance almost instantly eclipsed the surrounding color.

The white-haired beauty seemed to say something to the girl beside her, but the wind on the rooftop could not blow the sound into Menechel's ears.

But at this moment, Menechel's sight was not at all on the white-haired lady. His eyes were fixed on the blonde girl next to the white-haired woman. Her hair color as bright as the sun and her acquired aura made her so conspicuous even at night.

Although restrained, the surging magic power that still spread out in the surroundings revealed the girl's identity - she was a contestant participating in this ceremony as a Servant.

Menachere restrained his magic power and acted as if he didn't want to cause trouble. He didn't intend to start a dispute with other Servants so soon, not to mention that he had already recognized the true identity of the Servant in front of him.

In the Holy Grail War, a Servant's true name represents his strength and weakness. Generally speaking, Servants will try their best to hide clues pointing to their true names when fighting each other. However, there is one situation where hiding it will be useless, and that is when the two warring parties knew each other in life.

For example, Altria, who knew nothing about her own situation at this moment.

Menachem was not a combative person and had to settle fights all his life.

"Lancer, prepare to meet the enemy."

However, Kenneth's voice echoed in Menechel's ears with great hostility, putting an end to Menechel's retreat:

"There are too many pedestrians here. It's not suitable for a Servant War. Lead the enemy to a remote place before attacking."