After a full day's march, Percival returned to the ruined city of Londinion with hundreds of humans rescued from human pastures.
The whole city is celebrating the joining of hundreds of companions, and lights are brightly lit everywhere.
Percival stood alone on the city wall, looking at the night scene in the distance.
"Are you on guard duty here?"
"Well?!"
Percival was startled and instinctively shot out.
After seeing the figure of the cloaked man, he hurriedly stopped and looked at him with resentment on his face.
"Mr. Cuchulain? Can you stop appearing like a ghost all the time?"
"I'm sorry, this time is really different."
"What's the meaning?"
"look."
The figure of the cloaked man suddenly disappeared, wrapped in black mist, and turned into a young man wearing blue tights, with a bright smile on his face.
"This is the real Cu Chulainn!"
"...If you say that, it means your real name is not Cu Chulainn, right?"
"Isn't that of course? Using a trumpet when you go out is called stability!"
A certain sage Grimm, who was not here, suddenly sneezed and scratched his head in confusion.
"You should also think of a trumpet, otherwise everyone will know that you are Percival, and you will be targeted sooner or later!"
"This... I think it goes against the rules of chivalry!"
Parcival looked troubled.
"I'm so fast forward that I don't understand people's hearts!"
"?"
The blue-haired young man rolled his eyes.
Can a guy who is die-hardly loyal to chivalry die?
Oh, Dumao is dead.
What a joke, it's true.
"If you are targeted one day in the future, don't say your teacher's name!"
"Well, I still understand that you can't expose your companions!"
When Percival heard this, his face immediately became full of righteousness.
"Have all the people in the ranch been rescued?"
"According to your instructions, all the teenagers have been rescued, and none of the six central factories have been touched! Everyone is celebrating now, why don't you also join in?"
"I don't want to be exposed prematurely. It would be terrible if it reaches the Queen's ears."
The blue-haired young man shook his head.
Percival pricked up his ears. What did this mean?
Is it possible that he has some connection with the Queen?
"That's not necessary, is it? We, the soldiers of the Round Table Army, all have integrity and will not reveal your identity!"
"Who knows?"
The blue-haired young man smiled noncommittally.
"Percival, you trust your subordinates too much. This is not good. You must be cautious. If you find a traitorous Slim, kick him out as soon as possible. That kind of person is not worth saving."
"...I'll keep it in mind."
Percival was stunned for a moment, smiled, and said nothing.
Seeing his appearance, the blue-haired young man knew that he did not take his words to heart.
Of the two rebels he has found so far, Boggart is safe and does not care about the opinions of his subordinates, while Percival has close to blind trust in his subordinates. They are two extremes!
It’s quite strange!
If these two people were even, it would be perfect!
"In the future, I will come over from time to time at night. If you need to talk to me about anything, just wait until then."
After the explanation, the blue-haired young man said nothing more and turned into black mist and dissipated.
Manchester.
This is a city with a pastoral atmosphere located in the northwest of Camelot.
Although the overall structure is somewhat similar to Salisbury, the architecture here is closer to modern European style, while Salisbury is completely rural style.
"who!"
In a mansion in the center of Manchester.
A certain elf knight suddenly frowned and shouted loudly.
"How amazing, Bagster! You noticed me so quickly?"
The cloaked man appeared in the room very suddenly, lifting the cloak on his head, revealing his true appearance.
"Your Highness the Princess?"
Bagster's eyes widened slightly, full of surprise.
"When did you come... No, isn't this your real body?"
"Your eyesight is really amazing!"
Jiang Li praised her again.
"You flatter me."
Bagster bowed slightly, with a wry smile on his face.
"This should be similar to the power in the fairy realm, right? I also have similar power, but it may be slightly weaker than you..."
"you also have?"
Jiang Li looked at Bagster in surprise.
Although Bagster is powerful, you don't feel that she is a fairy at the level of a eldest mother?
Jiang Li had an idea and suddenly thought of that night in Sheffield.
Could it be referring to Bagster's extremely ominous power lurking beneath the surface?
"My power... to be honest, it's not mine, it's Fulweather's."
Bagster put down the kitchen utensils in his hands, scooped out some water, washed his hands, and straightened his attitude.
"I have a very special rule. If I prey on a certain kind of goblin, I can inherit its power. It is as greedy as a black dog. Two hundred years ago, I preyed on the Lord Ful of Cornwall.
·Weiser repelled the caterpillar-type Morse disaster."
Jiang Li also heard about this incident from Boggart. He heard that Britain at that time was in urgent need of Fulweather's power, but it was clearly within his ability, but he refused to contribute.
So Bagster preyed on him and inherited his territory.
From Jiang Li's perspective, it's impossible to find fault with this matter.
"I just wanted to ask you about the disaster!"
Jiang Li asked about serious matters with a serious expression.
"Britain must have experienced several major disasters so far. How many records have been handed down so far?"
"Records about the Great Disaster?"
Bagster hesitated for a moment, lost in thought.
"Records before the Fairy Calendar are basically difficult to verify, but I heard that in the first year of the Queen's Calendar, the disaster of beasts that devoured the city and the disaster of fire that burned the earth once raged. If there are still more, it will last for a thousand years.
The previous time, Mors flooded wildly, resulting in the birth of the King of Mors. Reineck, the Archduke of Radiation, fought but was defeated. His second generation, Woodworth, soon appeared and defeated the King of Mors, but Mors
The King of Si also left behind the curse of the 'Black Dog' before his death..."
Although he came to visit unintentionally, Bagster treated him as a distinguished guest and answered all his doubts.
"Your Highness, do you want to stay and dine with me?"
Half an hour later, Bagster held up a steak as big as a pig's head that was being roasted in his hand and asked Jiang Li seriously while turning it.
“Looks like it tastes good…but next time!”
Jiang Li looked at his dream clone and could only lament that he had missed this delicious food.
That night, Jiang Li's dream avatar appeared in many places in Britain and gradually disappeared until early morning.
In a cave beside the national highway.
Jiang Li opened his eyes sadly.
"The curse of the King of Mors is not easy for you either, Bagster."
"However, the Great Disaster...what is the essence of that?"