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

But Irisviel did not speak. The white-haired young woman looked at Altria, whose face was flushed, with a teasing look and slowly approached her with small steps.

The courage that he had finally mustered melted rapidly under Irisviel's gaze, like ice under the scorching sun.

"Have you changed people? If so, the next step is to communicate between the masters."

Irisviel nodded gently and rhythmically, then she moved away from Menachere and took the hand of Solaw who was also leaning towards her.

The moment she passed by Altria, Irisviel's eyes swept over Altria's body.

Lucky A, is this what you mean?

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 130 If one of you two goes up, will it matter to the others?

Menechel half opened one eye and looked at Altria secretly.

It was clearly a perfect communication environment with not even a single disruptive bystander around, but at this moment the air between the two of them seemed to be sucked dry. All that could be seen was Altria moving her lips as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

An inexplicable sense of estrangement arose between the two people who were once the closest of friends.

It shouldn't be like this.

Menechel closed his eyes completely.

He had made a promise, agreeing that he would not leave before completing the great cause of Britain's revival. However, the reality was exactly the opposite of what he expected. He was the first to break the oath, and even though he fought to the death in the end, he was unable to make up for the mistake he had made.

But these are all insignificant. What is more important is that the letter that he thought only he knew seemed to be left in the hands of Artoria by the soldiers who counterattacked Camelot after he defected as evidence of his betrayal.

And all these things turned into invisible barriers standing in front of the two people at this moment.

Altria opened and closed her lips for a long time but didn't say a word, and her face turned red.

The fighting spirit aroused by Solau melted away quickly like ice meeting the sun when he saw Menechel in person.

If it weren't for Solau's appearance that made Artoria feel a trembling feeling comparable to facing the humble king, she would have been the more passive party.

And Menechel also hadn't figured out how to face Artoria.

The two people who were emotionally blank met in an unexpected place, so Menachel instinctively wanted to leave.

He sent a message to Solawu on the other side of the causal line, trying to get Solawu to rescue him.

At this moment, Solau, who was talking to Irisviel not far away, suddenly turned her head. She glanced meaningfully at the direction where the two servants were talking.

"What's wrong."

Irisviel was acutely aware of the absent-mindedness of the woman in front of her.

"No, it's nothing serious." Sorawu looked strange: "It's just a little unexpected."

"One side feels that they have done something wrong, and the other side feels guilty." Irisviel said, and smiled helplessly: "Just like children."

If either of them had just gone for a straight shot, things wouldn't have been so complicated.

Solau nodded in agreement, and she glanced obliquely at the blonde girl standing between her and Menachel.

If she had such soft conditions——

Solau shook his head and put the unrealistic thoughts behind him.

As if that wasn’t exciting enough.

Solaw stretched out her tone, turned around and said in a sweet tone: "Lancer, let's go back."

Obviously, they could communicate through the causal line, but when Solau shouted, not only Menechel heard it, but Artoria also raised her head.

The sweet tone made Menechel's mouth twitch. He looked at Solau in confusion, but inadvertently saw Altria's frown.

Facing Altria's fixed gaze, Menachere could only speak:

"I'm sorry, Saber, don't worry about me. Please continue to accompany your Master."

Altria bit her lip lightly.

——"King, don't worry about me, just let me go back to Bilu City and rest for a while."

The familiar words appeared in her dreams almost every night during the last years of her life.

What kind of mood was he in when he said this? He clearly had a premonition in his heart, but he was held back by the matters of the Northern Expedition.

At that time, she seemed to have lost control of her body and acted on her own.

There was a sudden palpitation in his chest, and the distortion and unwillingness in his heart surged into his heart when he gave the order to burn Menechel's body.

Two different voices flooded into Altria's mind, and the feeling of being torn apart made her feel as if she was about to be split into two.

If she let him escape here - she suddenly had a bad feeling.

The shell named King Arthur loosened at this moment, and at the same time her body took action before her brain could react.

She reached out her hand and squeezed Menechel's hand with her fingers.

This small action made the two battle-hardened heroes stunned at the same time.

Altria raised her head, her eyes full of helplessness. She stared at Menechel for help without saying a word. This contrasting attitude almost made Menechel laugh out loud.

Artoria, who was already feeling a little embarrassed, was immediately angered by Menechel's expression of trying not to laugh and wanted to let go.

But Menechel tightened his grip first and held the girl's hand. Altria struggled a little but was unable to break free from Menechel's grip.

Without paying attention to why the Red Dragon's Daughter lost to this useless man in wrestling, the smile on Menechel's face was much more genuine than before.

This subtle change of emotion did not escape Altria's eyes - at least Menechel's forward steps were easily stopped by her, and the girl hummed softly a few times.

"Pity."

She heard Menechel's whisper in her ear.

"What's the pity?"

At this moment, Menechel didn't dare to look into Altria's eyes. He tilted his head and tried to keep his face calm.

"It's a pity that it doesn't snow here."

In Britain, the Europa Mountains must have been covered with a thin layer of snow at this time.

Altria's eyes flickered for a moment, and she thought of her hometown. Her eyes, which had brightened, dimmed again.

"I'm sorry, Menachere, I failed you."

Even with Menechel's rescue, who risked his reputation and life to save her, she ultimately failed to revive Camelot.

"Perhaps the Sword of the King's Choice was really wrong, and I am really not the right person to be the king."

"Then I still say the same thing. 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."

Unlike Artoria, he has no attachment to Britain or the people of Camelot. If Artoria is no longer the king of Camelot, Camelot will no longer be worth protecting.

Artoria spoke comforting words as always, but she looked towards Menechel. Although the White Knight was smiling, that smile lacked the arrogance that she remembered.

"Menichel, you..."

Why so sad.

The girl's voice paused, and her nose suddenly felt sore. Tristan's words in her ears were like a leech that lingered on Altria.

——King Arthur did not understand human nature.

"How do I see you, anyway?"

Altria's words completely ended the conversation that was originally somewhat awkward but barely able to continue.

Looking at the frozen expression on Minachell's face, and feeling the cold air pouring into her thin suit from the open door, she finally couldn't hold back her composure:

“But I don’t know either.”

She didn't understand. She didn't understand why Menechel was sad. She didn't understand what she thought of Menechel in her heart. She didn't understand whether her possessiveness towards Menechel was because he was an indispensable knight protecting Camelot.

"No one told me, no one taught me, and I don't know whether my feelings for you can be considered love or not."

"I don't know what love is like for common people. I don't know who I am other than the king. I don't know how I feel when I approach you and treat you well."

"I can't imagine a life without you by my side. Every time I see you with someone else, be it a woman or some other king, I can't look away. I should let you go, but the thought that a king shouldn't do always surrounds me."

I don't know when it started, but Altria's inner monologue was murmured aloud involuntarily. Every time she spoke a word, her head lowered a little, and her originally energetic ahoge lay weakly on her head.

It seems that his letter really added a lot of psychological burden to Altria.

"That letter was just me..."

"Don't talk!"

Altria raised her head suddenly, her holy green pupils were so watery that the sternness that had always been in them could not be seen. The girl's sudden raising of her head made Menechel subconsciously move back half a step.

But there was not much time for Minachel to react, as two small hands had already grabbed the collar of his clothes.

And Minashel seemed to be stunned and did not make any countermeasures. He just stared at the familiar face that was rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes.

Menechel's eyes widened, his mouth sealed with something soft.

My head felt like it was exploding and there was a buzzing sound in my ears. An indescribable burning sensation spread from the place where my lips were joined all the way down, emitting a faint warmth in my chest.

He looked in disbelief at Altria who had suddenly "given up on herself". Only then did he lean forward as if waking up from a dream.

Altria was finally able to change her hands from grabbing to strangling Menechel's neck. She looked at the man so close to her with a resolute look as if she was having a final duel with her old enemy.

He aged earlier than me, and he left earlier than me.

Hugging the familiar yet unfamiliar man again, Altria could no longer remember the last time she had such an intimate gesture, but the real touch in her hands made her feel at ease.

She doesn't understand other people's hearts, and she doesn't understand her own heart either.

But Menechelle would sort it out.

Altria never wavered on this point.

So, at this moment she showed her heart completely.

This is a story about a person with great strength who cannot break free from the bondage of a person with less strength, and a person with great agility who cannot escape the bondage of a person with less agility.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 131: Perhaps everyone will change from an ambitious young man to a bored old man.

He took a deep breath, wishing he could inhale all the evening breeze in the city into his chest, and would not stop until his lungs were about to burst.

“Lancer, aren’t you going to catch up?” Solau stood beside him and saw everything clearly. She forced an ambiguous smile on her face. “As a woman, I know roughly what’s going on. If you miss this opportunity, when Saber adjusts herself, you won’t have the chance to be so intimate with her again.”

"I am already very satisfied today, and I have indeed received her kindness."

If Altria had behaved so directly when she was alive, he wouldn't have been so suspicious that he felt alone in the end.

Now only Altria herself is still confused.

——King Arthur did not understand human nature.

Menechel thought about it, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Instead of interfering with external force, it would be better to let the girl who didn't understand human nature slowly understand her own heart. She had her pride and would not allow others to point fingers. Before King Arthur reached a reconciliation with the girl named Altria, no one could make her change.

Thanks to Solau's words and the letter that he accidentally forgot to destroy before his death, Artoria felt that she was about to lose him, which made her so impatient to make such an inappropriate move.

Thinking of this, Minashel couldn't help but feel a little better. He turned his head to look at Solaw, only to find that Solaw was also looking at him.

"Besides, I am even more worried about my Master returning to the base alone."

When he was caught peeking, Solawu not only did not look away, but instead asked preemptively: "What kind of beautiful place is Camelot that it can capture your heart."

"Camelot." Menechel's facial expression was out of control for a moment, and even his brows wrinkled unconsciously. Then he maintained this expression and continued, "I don't have many memories of that place."

The knight who had devoted almost his entire life to Camelot said this sincerely. It seemed a little unbelievable, but Solau had no doubts. She just had a slight sigh:

"It's incredible." After a pause, she continued, "Is she that important to you?"

Although sadness could still be seen under that mask-like smile, Solau could see that the feeling of loneliness as if he was the only one left in the world had disappeared.

Menechel raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but that smile was soon drowned out by a business smile.

Lancer always seems to have a friendly smile but instinctively keeps a distance from everyone, which makes people feel aloof.

Solau shifted her gaze slightly, and she and Menechel focused their eyes on the slowly setting sun between the buildings.

The daytime symbolizing peace and order is about to end, and the night of disorder has quietly begun the countdown.

The bloody battle between Miyuanchuan and Caster undoubtedly exposed most of the cards of the remaining four Servants - Solau guessed that perhaps the night of the decisive battle was approaching?