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

The Einzbern castle was larger than the Toosaka residence in terms of land area. The faint magical fluctuations coming from the lush forest that protected the castle in the center could easily make people lose their way.

But even without anyone to lead him, Menachel found the way to the "banquet hall" very easily.

The dramatic scorch marks that nearly bisected the woodland extended inch by inch into the interior of the Einzbern Castle.

Unlike the magnificent banquet venue that Menechel had imagined, when he brought Solau to the so-called scene, he only saw two kings sitting on the ground in the not-so-tidy courtyard.

Two figures, one big and one small, were separated by a wooden barrel that was half a person's height. The aroma of wine wafted from the crack that was violently smashed open.

Feeling someone approaching, they both looked over at the same time.

“Hey, Lancer.” Rider raised his broad hand and motioned for Menchel to come over. “You’re here earlier than Gilgamesh.”

"you……"

At the same time, Artoria also saw Menechel coming. Her eyes swept over the white-armored knight and then stopped on Solau who was holding the corner of Menechel's clothes.

Almost instinctively, Artoria became highly alert to the woman in front of her who was suspected to be the Master of Menachere.

But Saber's solemn expression at this time obviously caused Rider's misunderstanding. In Rider's cognition, there was an irreconcilable contradiction between Saber and Lancer, the former king and minister.

[The traitor Menechel was finally beheaded by King Arthur, ending the myth of invincibility]

With such a self-evident thought in mind, Rider spoke out:

"Saber, Lancer is a guest here to observe the banquet."

The three kings are the hosts, and the guests naturally have no right to speak or sit at the table.

From the beginning to the end, Rider never placed Menechel on the same level as himself and Saber.

"If it weren't for the fact that Berserker and Caster couldn't communicate, I would have invited them here as well."

The explanation was meant to dispel Altria's displeasure, but it caused another person to laugh at him.

The annoying laughter came from far away and finally stopped completely accompanied by a golden halo.

The golden particles formed a human figure, and Archer stood on the other side of the barrel with his arms folded.

"You should be thankful that you didn't do that, Rider." Archer said to Rider who was sitting on the ground, but his eyes were looking at Menechel with disdain: "If there are too many miscellaneous cultivators like this, then it would not be worthy of being a banquet for my king to attend."

Miscellaneous repair?

Menechel raised his eyebrows. He had never been humiliated like this, either in his lifetime or in his death.

"Archer, does that mean your Master is still alive? What a mistake."

Archer's expression darkened visibly. The muscles on his face began to twitch, and his contemptuous smile gradually collapsed into a ferocious scowl.

"How dare you say that... It's just a rebellious stray dog."

Layers of golden ripples bloomed from behind Archer, and a cold light flashed in the golden light.

Menechel had quietly grasped the spear in his hand and half-extended one hand to protect Solau behind him.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if a fight would break out at any moment.

The sharp sword energy emanated from Saber's body. Altria, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly grasped the sword. The holy sword hidden in the air exuded the deterrent power of ever-victorious.

"He is not a traitor." Altria said this almost word by word, her clear emerald eyes stained with anger: "Archer, even if you are also a king, you are not qualified to judge the loyalty of a knight."

Archer lowered his head, and slowly turned his head. His snake-like sharp eyes focused on Altria's face for the first time. Then he was obviously stunned for a moment, and the anger on his face was instantly dispersed by an inexplicable look.

"Before the king arrives, fighting is prohibited!" Seeing that the kings' meeting was about to turn into the final competition for the Holy Grail, Rider, the initiator of the party, finally took action. He suddenly shouted loudly, and when he put down the wine spoon, he revealed the arrogance of a king.

He was just about to speak to comfort Archer, but he saw that Gilgamesh, who had just looked like he wanted to kill someone to vent his anger, stopped releasing his treasure with a weird smile.

Archer looked up and down at Menechel and Altria almost as if he were appreciating a work of art.

"You are an interesting commoner." Archer raised his chin, a smile of pleasure in the corners of his eyes: "Lancer, how about becoming my collection?"

Altria once again clenched the sword that she had put down, and the girl glared at Archer angrily.

Rider looked at Archer and Saber meaningfully, but contrary to his usual behavior, he said nothing. As the King of Conquerors, the only thing he would not do was to try to recruit Lancer.

Although he had restrained himself somewhat, Rider could still tell from Lancer's words and actions that this guy's arrogance was definitely not inferior to that of any king.

He wanted to ask Saber how she had subdued Lancer, but judging from her performance just now, Rider felt that he already knew the answer.

As expected, Archer's invitation was rejected almost the moment it was made.

……

Tōsaka Tokiomi found himself gradually losing control of Archer.

This was a very dangerous warning, but when Toosaka Tokiomi carefully recalled when this phenomenon occurred, he could not find an exact time node no matter what.

Archer Gilgamesh never seemed to be under his control.

There are only two Command Seals left.

Tōsaka Tokiomi stroked the back of his hand. As Gilgamesh was one of the top three riders with the skill [Anti-Magic], Tōsaka Tokiomi had to ensure that he had at least two Command Seals in his hand to be 100% sure of making the opponent commit suicide.

Although the Church offered a Command Seal as a reward to other participants to capture and kill Caster, only a few people including Tōsaka Tokiomi knew that the current priest Kotomine Kirei did not inherit the Command Seal from his father at all.

Kotomine Risei's body was destroyed so thoroughly that it was impossible to extract the Command Seals using the methods of the Church alone.

The Command Seals in Kirei's hand come from Assassin.

These shadow servants, who were originally positioned as scouts, are now the last three left.

Through Kotomine Kirei, Tōsaka Tokiomi also indirectly obtained the operating rights of Assassin.

Have Assassin kill the enemy Masters. After reducing the number of enemies, Archer will then kill some of the ones that have escaped and end the ceremony as soon as possible.

This is the only solution that Tōsaka Tokiomi can think of at the moment.

And isn’t this king’s banquet a perfect opportunity?

Tohsaka Tokiomi thought, and he closed his eyes. Based on the network of relationships that the Tohsaka family has been building for many years, he can get much more information than Lancer and the king from outside the area - I'm afraid the woman next to Lancer is just a decoy.

Lancer's real master was still hiding in the position and watching.

Now is the perfect time for Tōsaka Tokiomi to take revenge.

I really can't write anymore.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 114 He is mine

kingly.

It was a collision of ideas between kings alone, and also the morality that belonged exclusively to kings. As for Menechel, although he was once rumored to be the rebel king of Camelot, in fact he hated such a title very much.

Therefore, Menechel has never understood such mysterious moral principles, but even so, Menechel can see that Altria seems to be at a disadvantage at this time.

——"If it had been someone else, if it hadn't been me who became king, maybe the ending would have been better."

Under the pressure from the other two kings, Altria finally expressed her vision.

In Menechel's memory, the Knight King, who always had the final say, actually behaved like an inexperienced girl, at a loss in this meeting of kings from different time and space.

"Foolishness!"

Rider no longer had his usual generous smile, and now his face was filled with the arrogance of a king. The King of Conquerors hammered the lid of the wine barrel without any hesitation, and the wine splashed everywhere, but no one cared.

"Even a tyrant is better than a puppet!"

The King of Conquerors said this while looking directly at the hesitant girl. His tone gradually became more aggressive: "No one wants to admire such a king, and no one wants to follow such a king!"

"Just for the so-called greater good, you are nothing more than a slave of the kingdom."

These words were almost like rubbing salt into Altria's wounds.

Menechel took in the expression on the girl's face. Even though he tried his best to avoid this information, he still knew the final outcome of Altria and the country she vowed to protect.

Menechel glanced at Sorawu who was standing quietly behind him, then turned his gaze back.

“Rider, although I shouldn’t speak in this situation, your words still force me to stand up.”

Menechel suddenly spoke up to stop Rider’s increasingly heated debate on the kingly way. This was also the first time he spoke in the true sense after taking his seat.

His status at the banquet was just a spectator, but in fact he was not as calm as he thought.

Being interrupted by an unexpected person, Rider turned around in confusion, only to see Menechel walking forward a few steps and standing half a step behind Artoria. Artoria's body suddenly tensed up, but the girl still remained kneeling without moving!

Menechel continued, "You are not qualified to say this since you know nothing about the situation at that time. The Camelot that King Arthur took over is very different from your Macedonia. Before you preach, you should at least understand the background of the time."

“Lancer, even if this little girl wants to deny all the history you created together, you and her Knights of the Round Table don’t care.” Rider spoke with a sullen face. He supported his knee with one hand and straightened his upper body. His muscular body exuded an extremely oppressive aura.

"Don't get too carried away, Rider. No one has the right to feel sorry for me."

He resisted the urge to point his finger at Rider and curse him, and used the calmest words possible to refute Rider's unwise remarks. He never cared about the kingly way, the ideals, and the like, nor did he care if the history he created was completely denied.

He bet everything on Altria, and even though Camelot could not escape the fate of destruction in the end, it was only a private matter between him and her.

Silence. After Menachere finished speaking, there was a long silence. Even Archer just kept a faint smile and watched with his arms folded.

The heavy atmosphere between the Heroic Spirits immediately caused the Masters nearby to be highly alert. At a certain moment, when the Masters thought that a conflict was about to break out, a short and heavy nasal sound was heard.

“I see. Since no one can convince the other, there is no reason for this banquet to continue.” Rider stood up from the ground and brought out his skinny Master from among the scattered people. Before stepping onto the ox cart, Rider turned his head once again, his small but bright eyes falling on someone unknown: “The next time we meet will be on the battlefield.”

The thunder faded away, and Archer finally opened his eyes when Rider left. He looked Menechel up and down with great interest, and suddenly he raised his lips in a malicious way: "You traitor, I don't mind giving you a chance to surrender."

A wind blade full of warning passed about a foot in front of Archer, plowing a shallow furrow on the ground. Altria kept swinging her sword, and the shaken expression on her face that had been almost invisible due to the two kings' denial of their ideals disappeared at this moment. She released all the seals and showed Archer the golden holy sword in her hand that symbolized the kingship.

Recruiting a king's subjects in front of him is an extremely insulting act, not to mention -

"Archer, he's mine."

With her chin slightly raised, the little Altria was in no way inferior to Archer in momentum. Menachel, who was about to refuse Archer, was a little stunned by Altria's sudden change in temperament.

Archer narrowed his eyes, and his venomous gaze swept towards Altria, the smile on his lips gradually getting out of control. The Golden King, who would get angry because of one's position, was rarely angry at Altria's sword that was like a declaration of war. He gradually stopped suppressing his laughter and took the initiative to choose to transform into a spirit and leave.

With two people leaving in succession, tonight's banquet is about to end with a farce that started well but ended badly.

Menechel, who had no intention of fighting, was about to pull Solau out of the castle, but at this moment, Artoria stopped him:

"I'm sorry, Menachere. In the end, I failed to live up to your expectations."

If in the first half of her life, Artoria had only a pure love for Britain, then after Menechel sacrificed his reputation to resolve the Camelot crisis, Artoria was more inclined to respond to his expectations.

However, even if she tried her best, Camelot could not stop the wheel of history. Is she really that good? Why is she the only one left by her side in the end? Even Altria could not help but doubt herself.

So this guilt and suspicion became extremely strong when she saw Menechel again, so strong that Artoria couldn't even raise her head when facing Rider's questioning.

“Nothing.” Menechel did not comment. He seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped. “If you finally obtain the Holy Grail, remember to erase my part when you make a wish. I am different from Gawain and the others. I don’t want to serve someone else in some unknown timeline.”

Her breathing suddenly became rapid, and Altria raised her head. The girl's face revealed a complex expression mixed with surprise and struggle.

Let me tell you - the regrets in my life.

A voice was urging her to speak, but blurting out "He's mine" to Archer seemed to have drained away all the courage the girl had.

"I'm very sorry."

Thousands of words are finally hidden in my heart.

Watching Menechel leave, Artoria was in a trance for a long time.

She didn't even notice when Irisviel approached.

"Why not?"

Altria shook her head, she remembered the words left by a member of the Round Table when he left.

"Maybe King Arthur doesn't understand human nature."

Not only other people's hearts, but also your own heart.

I'll start with: What kind of garbage is written in this chapter

I haven't written for a long time. I'm exhausted.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 115 Uncle has retired (optional)

Unlike the lightning-fast journey on the way here, the speed of the return journey can be described as slow. Minachell hung behind Solaw at a comfortable distance. This attitude of letting Solaw lead the way made the woman a little uncomfortable.

If possible, Solau still prefers to hide in Lancer's arms and enjoy the breeze when he comes.

But Solau remained silent. She keenly noticed that something was wrong with Lancer at this moment.