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

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The whole volume is about the daily life of Chaldea. There is no main plot. If you don't like it, you can skip it. (This chapter is over)

Chapter 192: Duan Zhang was summoned, but he is not a good person

The light in the pure white spiritual base storage room gradually faded, revealing the broken black keys stained with blood and dirty dust.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face gradually lengthened, she slowly knelt on the ground, her body gradually assimilated into the surrounding room, stained with black and white deathly aura.

"Black Key... Black Key again..." The girl's voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if she had lost her soul. Her eyes lost their brilliance. "My last Saint Crystal... can't be delivered to Artoria's hands?"

We finally conquered the London singularity and obtained the permission to summon servants. It should be double the joy, but why did it turn out like this?

——From Shakespeare to Frankenstein to Mordred, all those who shouldn’t have come came, but the Storm King, whom she most expected to come, did not come.

"Senior, it's okay. There will always be opportunities in the future."

The purple-haired girl didn't have time to pick up the shield that was the core of the summoning circle. She squatted in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and gently patted his short orange-red hair as if comforting a child. Fujimaru Ritsuka also whimpered like a wounded little animal and buried his head in Mash's arms.

"There's no chance, Mashu... Expecting to summon Altria-kun in the future is like expecting to summon a limited character from the permanent pool."

Mashu had long been accustomed to her Master's occasional abnormal behavior. She sighed and patted Fujimaru Ritsuka's head, but she did not notice that the Servant Summoning Spell of the shield behind her did not fade after the white light dissipated, but instead burst into a dazzling colorful light after spitting out the [Black Key].

The colorful magic wheel dance transformed into a rainbow-colored beam of light that enveloped the entire space, attracting the full attention of the two girls.

Such a scene was obviously not comparable to that of the Black Keys. Ritsuka Fujimaru raised her head, and a glimmer of hope reappeared in her eyes.

——Could it be Altria’s biological father?

The girl was so expectant that she dared not move her eyes away even in the face of strong light. The first foot to step out of the circle of light was a foot wrapped in armor, which made a dull thud as it landed on the ground.

Then a sword stretched out from the torrent of light as if to cut something, and the powerful sword energy scraped the two girls' faces, causing pain.

"The aura of the Round Table... Is that Galahad?"

Along with the voice, the figure in the light column gradually became clearer, with black hair and red eyes. The most eye-catching thing was the exaggeratedly large blood-red heavy sword that he held in one hand. As soon as the other party responded to the call, his eyes quickly passed over the two people in the room, and he left quickly after just a glance. He looked around the slightly unfamiliar environment.

"Isn't Galahad here? I clearly came here sensing his provocative aura. Is he hiding?"

There was no emotion in his voice, yet it made people feel terrified. The tall knight in front of them gave people an aura of majesty without even getting angry.

Mashu was familiar with the name the other party kept repeating, Galahad, as he was the knight standing at the Seat of Disaster at the Round Table.

There was no information about the Servant in London or in the singularity before that, but there was no doubt that the Servant who suddenly responded to the call existed in the same period as the Knights of the Round Table.

But somehow, listening to the other party's slander against the Disaster Knight, Mashu felt an inexplicable anger rising in her heart. This resentment from nowhere prompted Mashu to take a step forward and protect Fujimaru Ritsuka behind her: "I'm sorry, Mr. Knight, Chaldea has no record of Mr. Galahad's spiritual foundation."

"No?"

The other party was obviously a little surprised. His scrutinizing eyes fell on Mashu. He only felt a mottled and mixed aura from the girl. She was neither human nor completely a Servant. He lowered his head and his eyes fell on the shield under his feet. The majestic aura emanating from it was exactly the [Provocation] he sensed while sitting on the seat.

He had some understanding, but felt bored. The dragon sword in his hand and the armor on his body turned into tiny magic points and disappeared at the same time. He looked at Mashu and raised his chin slightly: "Hey, kid, you are a sub-servant, right? Didn't the servant you fused with tell you his real name?"

"Huh?" Being suddenly called out, Mashu's resentment also disappeared. She noticed her abnormal behavior just now, and looked at the man in front of her. Mashu's heart trembled: "No... but... could it be Galahad?"

"Not so stupid." The man nodded after hearing Mash's reply, but his expression was completely broken. "Really? It seems like I came here for nothing?"

The question of the girl's real name that had been bothering her was revealed in an instant. Mashu's eyes widened and she took a long time to come back to her senses.

Seeing that the situation was gradually developing in an unpredictable direction, Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly stood up. She wanted to exchange a few polite words with the Servant in front of her, but before she could say anything, Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned - the Servant in front of her had never revealed his real name since he was summoned until now, not only his real name, but he didn't even say his job.

As if she noticed Fujimaru Ritsuka's distress, Minachell took the initiative to speak: "I am Saber, Minachell."

A strange name, she had never met anyone in the singularity before, but she responded to the call at this time. But all this could not faze the last Master of mankind. After all, she was an old Master who had dealt with dozens of Servants. Her negotiation skills had already reached the same level as those old office workers who had been in the workplace for ten years.

The girl then bowed skillfully and thanked him verbally: "In any case, Menechel, I am very grateful that you came to Chaldea to help human history."

Having said that, as soon as the opponent showed his intention to attack, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already secretly contacted the control room.

"No, you may have misunderstood something." Minachell looked away, completely ignoring Fujimaru Ritsuka. His expression finally changed, but it was a provocative and evil smile: "I am not interested in being a savior partner... Even if you summoned me, I am not obligated to listen to you."

This is not a fight for a wishing machine that can fulfill wishes. This kind of zero-reward thing has no motivation to attract Minechel at all - he is already dead anyway, and it is not his turn to worry if such a disaster happens.

He responded to the call and descended from his seat simply because he sensed the aura of the Round Table/Galahad during the ceremony, but the [young Galahad] (?) in front of him did not make him interested in fighting. At this moment, the angry Menechel wished that the Master in front of him would send him back to his seat in anger.

Tsundere Minai online

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 193: The Legendary First Knight

Click click click.

The sound of footsteps echoed slowly in the corridors of Chaldea, causing the people around to involuntarily keep pace with the people coming.

Walking on the way to the spiritual base storage room, Menechel's face showed indifference without joy or sadness. If he had not been deported, even Menechel would not return to his seat by committing suicide - although he had been defrauded of the spiritual base, neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor the childhood gender-changed Galahad were the kind of guys who were intolerable.

As a Servant, Menechel was undoubtedly the most outstanding one, but his personality seemed a little too cold, but this was inevitable. After all, he was rumored to be the top knight.

Mash followed behind Menechel and taught the new servants about Chaldea. Unlike the normal Holy Grail ceremony, the Chaldean summoning ritual only instilled the request for salvation into the Servant, and it could not take into account the current situation of humanity and other aspects.

"Mr. Menechel, your communication device, Da Vinci, is also being prepared... You can use it to transmit information or learn about Chaldea."

Perhaps it was because Menachere's aura was too strong that Mashu could not help but use honorifics. She looked at the man beside her with some curiosity - especially after learning that the Servant who had merged with her was another strongest knight, her curiosity became even more uncontrollable.

At a certain corner, Menachel suddenly stopped, and Mashu, who was following him, also stopped subconsciously. She raised her head and met Menachel's lowered gaze.

"You seem to have something to ask me."

There was no emotion in the voice. Although it was a question, the person who said it had an overly cold expression, which made it sound like he was stating a fact.

"Ah, yes!" Mashu subconsciously straightened her back after meeting those dark red eyes: "Mr. Menachere gives me a feeling that is different from what others say?"

"The content of the legend is just fabrication after all." Menechel shook his head. He sternly reprimanded in the tone of a senior refuting a junior: "As a knight, you should always remember that the only thing you can trust is your own judgment."

Mashu was a little confused. She had heard about Menachere from other Servants in Chaldea. Although she was puzzled, facing Menachere's attitude like a strict teacher, the girl still kept her attitude very low. She nodded and agreed, "Yes! I will pay attention!"

Listening to Mash's energetic reply, Menechel nodded calmly and then walked forward, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised - isn't this much more interesting than defeating Galahad?

Suddenly, Menichel stopped walking, arcs of electricity flashed on his body, and he looked in the direction where the subtle sound came from.

Just at this moment, the door was pushed open and a young man with short purple hair walked out of the house.

"Good morning, Mash."

Lancelot had an impeccable smile on his face. Ever since Mash stepped into the dormitory area, he had noticed her and was always prepared for an encounter. Although he did not reveal his identity as the father to this cute girl who used his son's spiritual power, encountering his cute daughter again and again was a good equalizer in the dull life.

Obviously, meeting Lancelot was beyond Mashu's expectation. She looked around as if awakened from a dream and found that she seemed to have taken the wrong road. But she couldn't just leave Lancelot alone and walk away, with his face full of eager expectation, as if he was a dog who finally waited for his master to come home. She felt that if she did that, the great Lancelot would probably fall into self-doubt like an old widower.

Mashu hesitated, but finally put herself into her new identity:

"Good morning... Dad."

Lancelot's eyes narrowed almost into slits, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

——Sure enough, a daughter is much cuter than Galahad. This soft greeting, this lovely voice, this heart-stirring name... Hey? Dad?

Lancelot's eyes widened rapidly, and his body staggered back a few steps as if he had suffered an unknown heavy blow, almost retreating back into the room he had just walked out of.

"This name is not good for the heart."

Although he said this, Lancelot covered his chest but his face was full of satisfaction. He didn't even have time to figure out why Mashu suddenly called him father before he was overwhelmed by the huge happiness. In the bubble of satisfaction, he seemed to see his deceased predecessor standing on the other side of the bridge with his arms folded and watching.

But then Lancelot's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer - it seemed not to be an illusion!

"Lord Menechel... No, Lord Menechel, are you here too?"

He saw the existence that made his heart sink, the knight who made him live in the other's shadow all his life.

"Sir Lancelot, please be careful of your appearance as a knight." Menechel looked at Lancelot with a cold face. His eyes swept back and forth between Lancelot and Mash, and he said in a low voice: "You are the first knight. Your every move represents the image of Camelot. If you do something stupid that will bring shame to the title of the first of the Round Table, I don't mind sending you off in person."

The flawless speech revealed the arrogance of a First Knight and his dissatisfaction with his juniors. But Mashu always felt something was wrong - it was true that Menachel was the First Knight, but was his position wrong?

At this time, Lancelot's expression also revealed some hesitation.

That's it? Just a verbal warning? Normally, shouldn't the other party sneer and say "Come on, let me see if you have the strength to be the first" and then draw his sword and challenge the innocent Lancelot to a fight?

Looking at the father and daughter who fell into silence at the same time, Menechel kept his expression. Although he wanted to sneer and draw his sword to test whether Lancelot, the first knight of the round table, had the strength to be the first, he forced himself to stop in order not to destroy his image in the upper echelons.

——It’s so embarrassing. I shouldn’t have come here if I had known.

This was the common feeling of the three knights present at this moment.

But there was a slight sound of a mechanism, and another door next to Lancelot's room opened at this time, revealing a face with a gentle smile.

"Sir Lancelot, what are you doing..."

Halfway through his words, the visitor was frightened by the three-way confrontation in front of him. He looked at the man standing between Lancelot and Matthew, and his eyes gradually changed from surprise at the beginning to surprise. Gawain took two steps forward and gave a hug to his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Sir Menachel, it's been a long time."

Minae was deliberately arranged to live in a room far away from the Knights of the Round Table because Minae was a traitor to Camelot in the legend, and they were afraid that they would fight if they lived together. But Minae got lost and ended up here, which could be said to be the call of the faction.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 194 VOL The Darkest Day of the King's Support Guard

Small and hard, but can be crushed with just a little force.

Menechel squinted his eyes as he sized up the so-called Chaldean standard communication device in his hand - no matter how he looked at it, it was obviously just a cell phone!

After returning from the control room, Minashel walked back to the room with the bustling crowd behind him.

"Sir Menechel."

He suddenly heard a familiar voice, and when he turned around he saw Gawain approaching the control room with a series of strange items in his arms.

"Gawain, what brings you here for?"

From the beginning, he noticed that there was an endless stream of Servants heading this way. Some of them held the dark dragon teeth and papers with an ominous aura in their arms as if they were treasures. When they saw Menachel's curious gaze, they held these treasures tightly in their arms.

At this moment, he looked at Gawain again and was shocked to see that the other party was holding three hearts that were still beating in his arms - he never thought that in addition to mashed potatoes, Gawain had such a dark hobby.

"Ah, this, you will know it later." Gawain's eyes shifted for a moment, but then he noticed the communication device in Menechelle's hand: "Is that so, you have received it."

He used one of his free hands to preciously pull out a cell phone of the same model from the ring under the scabbard: "In that case, why not add my contact information first."

Menechel merely glanced at the nickname that Gawain had given.

"Loyal Sun Knight"

"..."

Underestimate this guy Gawain, his tastes are darker than his hobbies.

Gawain was stared at with such eyes, and his loyalty and courage, which he had cultivated over the years, could not help but waver a little, but he quickly reaffirmed his resolve.

——No one would use real-name authentication on the Internet, right? How naive would that be?

soon.

['Minechel' applies to become your friend]

Gawain looked up in disbelief.

"what happened?"

"No, nothing." Gawain lowered his head again, his fingers tapping on the screen like a whirlwind.

Minashel's communication device vibrated, and he was pulled into a group chat. The next moment, a large amount of information poured in.

[The passing knight on the lake: the first person on the whole network, look at my fatherly love! ]

【The Knight on the Lake Passing by: The Greatness of Fatherly Love.JPG】

It was easy to guess who this person was. Minashel took the time to look at the group name [My King's Support Guard].

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Without noticing that Gawain had quietly left, Menechel clicked on the picture with his finger, and saw a purple-haired girl with a sweet smile in the picture. The level below had been raised to the maximum, and even the Cost value soared to red. Even the picture itself could not bear this great fatherly love and trembled silently.

Menechel stared at the girl in the picture. He recognized that this was the gender-changed young version of Galahad who was responsible for picking him up.

The news slipped.

[I want to be happy today: I am so sad. The king still did not respond to my call today.]

Then another picture was uploaded, which was obviously a card-drawing screen from a certain game. Among the large number of unfamiliar and meaningless pictures, he saw Lancelot's face and four stars under his face.

[The strongest knight of the new generation: What you have are just scraps of copper and iron. If you want to marry my father, you must at least prepare the strongest holy relic like me! ]

[The strongest knight of the new generation: Unnamed.JPG]