The Holy War of the Knights of the Round Table.
"Lifting the sword here is an act of honor and justice. Because of this, this magic power roars crazily——"
In the bloody spirit base, Bindu's eyes burst out with light.
That was the only consciousness he had, and it was also——
The pursuit of the light of victory.
The bloody knight held the sword of light high and roared.
"This is what belongs to me, to the Knights of the Round Table -"
It doesn't matter if all the magic power is released, even if the spiritual base collapses, because the composition of his spiritual base exists just for this moment——
"[Glorious Holy War] (holy war)!!!"
Sword, swing down.
Buzz——
All Kelpi could see was the light pouring towards him.
The source of magic... no, the Holy Grail was still repairing his body, but Kelpi gave up.
At least he gave up after hearing what Bindu said.
...it makes no sense anymore.
Even if he wanted to resist this level of magic, he couldn't stop it.
But...the main reason is not this.
What...have I done?
Even if you die, you can't pay for your sins.
But... it would be better to die, at least it would be a little easier.
After all, I am a fairy.
Chapter completed!