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

Avril's eyes flickered, and her mind began to work subconsciously: the best move at this time should be to take advantage of her brother's rare period of autism and say, "But since we met in the Holy Grail War, you will swing your sword at me again sooner or later in order to win."

In that case, she would most likely gain a loyal ally, who understood her foolish brother, and knew that favors and debts would become shackles that bound him.

Just like King Arthur.

Avril put this thought behind her. She hated King Arthur. Compared to her brother who kept thinking about retracting the sword until the end, she would rather hate King Arthur who used her brother as a weapon and a necessary evil to maintain purity, and Morgan who dragged her from the ignorant paradise into hell.

It is acceptable to use psychology to promote progress, but Avril is unwilling to over-consume the other party's guilt.

With her awkward and paranoid personality and proud and arrogant attitude, Avril didn't think that she could change anything with just a few words.

"What are you talking about?" She frowned and looked at Minachell with a puzzled expression. She sighed imperceptibly in her heart, but her expressionless face showed a trace of slight disdain. Her tone was distant and indifferent: "Please understand the occasion, Black Saber."

This is a very difficult story to write. Please point out any toxic parts so that I can correct them.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 163: The attribute duplication is too high

The afterglow of dusk sprinkled on the ancient city streets of Tolifas. The retro architectural style was wrapped in a warm golden hue. The bronze clock tower finally had some breath of the times against the backdrop of the setting sun.

"Today's exploration mission is over."

It would be more accurate to say that Avriel took Menechelle to visit the ancient city area for a day rather than to investigate. This was the city area closest to the Yugdomirea Fortress, and it was impossible for a Red Servant to be confident enough to set up a base here.

Avril looked at Menechel, and the girl keenly caught a flash of nostalgia on the other's face.

It is easy to guess what my brother is thinking. This retro bell tower is a replica of the church in Camelot.

Avril pursed her lips and said nothing more. Her eyes were filled with a deep light.

"Let's meet here again tomorrow."

——Now is not the time to be anxious. The biggest enemy, King Arthur, is not here. Only by prolonging the duration of this Holy Grail War long enough, Avril will have enough confidence to release her [Brother Transformation Plan].

Even if King Arthur was here, it didn't matter. As long as Avril could take advantage of his character, which was equally dishonest as that of her brother, she would not be helpless.

She looked at Minachell, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and immediately put on a contradictory expression on her face: "Don't get me wrong, I just think that instead of looking for someone else, it's better to let you, who knows me well, protect me - this is also a torture for you, letting my brother fall into the heavy atmosphere that he hates the most and can't break free."

The slightly furrowed brows and tightly pursed lips combined to reveal Avril's weakest side. Menechel's heart seemed to skip a beat and he felt a little dazed.

Not only him, Avril must be feeling the same as him - probably more tormented than him, a girl with delicate emotions has to endure far more conflicts than a murderous villain like him.

Observing Menechel's gradually relaxing expression, Avril couldn't help but secretly rejoice, but before she received Menechel's reply, a subtle sense of disobedience surged into her heart.

The few pedestrians around had disappeared without a trace before anyone noticed, and there was not even a single open shop on the spacious old street.

"Black Saber, there are enemies!"

Feeling annoyed that she shouldn't have focused all her attention on observing her brother, Avril quickly spoke up to alert people of the abnormalities around her.

Menechel did not feel any unusual magical fluctuations, but this did not prevent him from trusting Avril. The red magic wrapped around his body, and the dragon sword appeared out of thin air, held in his hand. Red arcs flickered between his armor, guarding against enemies who had not yet revealed their presence.

After about ten seconds, I could vaguely hear the sound of breaking air, followed by a heavy muffled sound exploding in my ears accompanied by scattered dust.

A red and white greatsword emerged from the smoke and dust, sweeping away the dust that blocked the view, revealing a red and white knight standing in the middle of the shallow pit created by the smash.

Avril's gaze lingered for a moment on the other's Camelot-style armor that looked too familiar, and then she turned to look at her brother's armor. For the first time, an indescribable look of awkwardness appeared on the girl's face.

The armor of my elder brother and the armor of the enemy in front of him, apart from the difference in model and the wide cape that comes with the Menechel armor, the two cannot be said to be exactly the same. They can be said to be 70%... or even 60% similar.

Although it is theoretically possible for different aspects of the same Heroic Spirit to be summoned in the same Holy Grail War, it is unheard of for the same Heroic Spirit of the same job to be summoned twice.

"It was a close call. I was discovered. My Master scared me when he told me." A female voice came from under the knight's helmet. Her helmet made a clicking sound as the mechanism operated and quickly assembled and sank into the breastplate. Red Saber's wild eyes looked at Avril with interest: "Are you Black Saber's Master? You didn't take the opportunity to escape."

Avril concealed her presence, and coupled with the name she had deliberately called out before and the modern style of clothing she was wearing, Red Saber arbitrarily came to a wrong conclusion.

Avril, who was originally wondering whether she had gained an extra “onee-sama” because of Red Saber’s voice, came to her senses the moment she caught a glimpse of Red Saber’s face, and the hidden sharpness in her eyes was instantly lit up.

——King Arthur...No, there is a slight difference in temperament.

Then the person who is related to my brother and looks so much like King Arthur - I see, it's Mordred, King Arthur's son, the disciple my brother accepted after his death, and it turns out she's also a woman!

Avril lowered her head slightly, an uncontrollable smile appearing on her face.

Menechel also removed his head armor. He held his sword horizontally to block Avril behind him, while also looking at his future disciple in front of him.

The sight blocked by Menechel's sword was quickly attracted by the cloak behind his armor. Red Saber's face showed a strong interest, and her eyes widened exaggeratedly, as if there was a glittering light in them.

"What are you doing? Your cape is so cool! Wow, where did you come from, a Royal Knight..."

The originally tense atmosphere was immediately turned into a state of tension due to the other party's strange remarks.

"Mordred." Menechel suddenly called out the other person's name. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and made a starting gesture: "You didn't come here just to say these things to me, did you?"

"Huh?" Mordred was stunned. She frowned slightly and looked up and down at the male servant in front of her. Finally, her gaze shifted from the other's shawl to the armor, the blood-red heavy armor that she had only seen once but would never remember wrong.

Mordred's eyes widened, and she stared blankly at Menechel's face with her mouth wide open. Menechel gave Mordred a puzzled look in response.

"Wait, you..." Mordred took a few steps forward, and the distance between the two sides disappeared in an instant. Mordred looked at Menechel with an expression of collapse of the world view: "Are you Menechel?"

"I told you to call me teacher!" Menechel twitched his eyes and slapped away Mordred's hand that was trying to get close to him. At the same time, he took two steps back to create some distance again.

"But, this is too young, and..." Mordred murmured as she looked at Menechel, and she seemed a little absent-minded as she spoke.

"I wasn't born an uncle."

Mordred's appearance gave Menechel an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. The disciple he taught also ascended to the Throne of Heroes. He was just about to say a few more words of greeting when he heard a small cough from beside him.

Minachell turned around and saw Avriel covering her smile with one hand and whispered, "Your apprentice? What did you teach her?"

It was clearly just an ordinary question, but the gloating eyes showed everything - even the teacher couldn't recognize your disciple, how much have you neglected your disciple.

"Hmm." Menechel's grip on the sword tightened. Mordred's impression of him should be stuck in the period when he held a gun.

His eyes froze. He didn't think he could teach Mordred any decent swordsmanship at that time.

Raising the sword, Menechel's gaze, which had softened slightly upon seeing an old friend, became critical again.

He raised his chin towards Mordred: "Mordred, let me see how you have grown."

Added Mordred's voice line (when holding Menechel Saber): I didn't expect Menechel to be so young. Well... But since it belongs to my father, it will naturally be mine when I inherit the throne.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 164 You still said it was not a date (reward plus 15)

Danic stroked his forehead with one hand and held tightly with the other the information just passed on by Fiore. The not-so-good news and the lack of sleep for two consecutive days gave him an even bigger headache.

Dense and complicated footsteps were heard from afar. Danik looked up and immediately stood up. He bowed to the gray-haired Grand Duke in a black and blue dress who was walking in front and said, "King, you are here."

Vlad III nodded to Danic as a return gesture, and naturally sat down on the throne next to Danic. The other Servants and Masters who followed him like ministers coming to court to make reports stood one by one in the hall under the throne.

Apart from Rider who was under house arrest and Caster who had explicitly requested not to attend any meetings, only Saber was not here.

Naturally, Danic's eyes glanced at Gold who lowered his head. As if he noticed Danic's gaze, Gold could only bury his head deeper, but suddenly he remembered that he had used his eloquent tongue to cut off Saber's idea of ​​escape, retaining a strong fighting force for Eugdomirea, and he was a hero in the darkness.

Thinking of this, Gold felt that he was protecting Yugdomirea invisibly, so he raised his head again.

Danik looked at Gold's rather strange behavior and a question mark slowly formed in his mind. But before he could ask, Vlad III asked first: "Danik, have you found Assassin?"

Danik could only look away for the moment. He sorted out the documents in his hand and handed them to Vlad III. "No, King. Soma Ryōpa, who was supposed to meet us last night, was last seen the day before yesterday. He did arrive in Tulifas, but he is nowhere to be found now."

Vlad III glanced at the densely packed text in his hand. Although his knowledge of the Holy Grail allowed him to translate, it would be too strenuous. He nodded while listening to Danik's report.

"If we assume the worst result, that is, Soma Ryoubao is killed by the red Servant, we may lose a Servant at the beginning of the game."

The atmosphere in the hall fell into a brief silence, which lasted for about five or six seconds before Vlad III broke it: "It doesn't matter. Assassin's role will not be apparent in this Holy Grail War."

The competition mode of seven people acting as a group makes it extremely difficult for Assassin to find an opportunity to annihilate the enemy Master. No matter how careless the Red Team is, they will at least leave one or two Servants to protect the Master.

"The Red Team has also lost Berserker. As long as we don't give the enemy a chance to outnumber them, we still have the advantage."

As he said this, Vlad III turned his gaze to Gold, and Danic also looked at Gold.

"Gold, where is Saber?"

The corner of Gold's eye twitched - he couldn't possibly tell the truth and say that the Saber on his side went on a date with the Saber on the red side, right?

"He, um...he went to Tuliface to gather intelligence."

Danic looked at Gold deeply, but he did not continue to embarrass Gold. It was natural that Gold could not control the First Knight Menichel.

"It's about time to call him back. Night is the time for Servants to act."

Gold nodded hurriedly. He told Menechel through the causal line that he wanted to "hurry back to the base". After a few seconds, a reply came from the other end of the causal line:

"I met Red Saber and we are fighting now."

——You said you were not dating your own apprentice, but the conflict has escalated to the point of a fight!

Gold was so shocked and angry that he forgot to report to Danik for a moment.

Seeing Gold's puzzled expression, Danic's heart sank. He quickly walked down from the throne and grabbed Gold's wrist, confirming that the three bright red command seals were still there.

The worst situation did not happen. Danik kept holding Gold's hand and looked down at Gold with his height advantage: "What's going on?"

"Saber encountered Saber from the red team and is now fighting. She cannot get away for the time being."

Unable to think of a suitable excuse, Gold could only tell the truth. The unexpected answer made Danik raise his eyebrows: "Why did the two of them meet?"

Just by asking this question, Danik got the answer himself.

With the desire to fight that Menachere showed, he would surely be eager to take a look when he learned that the enemy Saber was his disciple - this also explains why Gold showed this expression. He wanted to hide his inability to control Saber's actions in front of him.

"We really can't let Saber act alone at this stage."

Vlad III, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly spoke at this time. Danic understood what he meant and swept his eyes over everyone present one by one, finally falling on Archer helplessly.

Once again, we discovered that we were short of talent.

"Fiore, please go with Archer and support Saber's actions. When it is safe, you can cooperate with Saber to kill the Saber on the red side."

……

While using his sword to deflect Mordred's attack, Menechel also dealt with his master's sudden question. He did not rush to launch an attack, but instead thought about other issues.

Gold would never do such a thing, so did something happen to Yugdomirea?

——No, if that were the case, Gold would have probably used the Command Spell to forcibly transfer him, so that would be...

Seeing that Menechel did not attack, Mordred stretched out his thumb to wipe the blood off his face, and licked the bloody fingertips to his mouth. However, Mordred's holy green eyes did not dim because of the temporary disadvantage, but instead revealed the fierce light full of ferocity that was unique to wild beasts.

'So strong, no wonder more than one person gave me strange looks when I put on this armor.'

What she is facing now is her teacher in his prime, the shadow that spans the hearts of every knight of that era. This is the "strongest" that King Arthur could not eliminate even after he killed Menechal.

She was keenly aware that Menechel was not using his full strength, and there was still a gap between her and him. Red lightning lit up on Mordred's blade, reflecting her crazy smile.

——But so what? Is there anything more pleasing than defeating such an opponent, defeating one's own teacher?

Facing Mordred's accumulated power, Menechel loosened his left hand under Mordred's gaze. The next moment, black and red magic lightning snakes wrapped around his armor and extended along his right hand holding the sword all the way to the sword body.

He raised his chin at Mordred, and Mordred slashed with his sword.

It was another sword fight. The disadvantage in strength made Mordred's attack easily blocked. Mordred gritted his teeth and blocked Menechel's sword while exerting all his strength.

The next moment, Mordred kicked Menechel in the lower abdomen.

The sudden attack caused Menechel's strength to pause, and Mordred seized the opportunity to use both hands to swing away the dragon sword pressing on his head.

Menechel stepped back and took a step. His first defeat in the wrestling match made him look at Mordred with interest.

“I really learned some of the essence.”

Mordred laughed proudly after receiving the long-awaited praise. She once again tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, and red magic power surged.

"Use every part of your body as a weapon. This is what Menachel taught me."

Menechel did not refute. He stretched his muscles and his pupils gradually dilated.

"Let's end this quickly, Mordred. If I'm not mistaken, our Servant will arrive soon. If you don't defeat me before then, you should retreat first."

As he spoke, he glanced at Avril behind him. His words were both a lesson to Mordred and a reminder to his sister.

He faced Mordred and raised his sword, this time with his left hand on the hilt.

——He will use a Noble Phantasm in his next attack.

Now is not the time to be competitive. If Mordred cannot even judge the current situation, it is better to withdraw as soon as possible.

"Is that so? Then let's stop here."

The voice sounded full of displeasure, and Mordred pouted and muttered like a child.