Liao Ye and Camilla escorted the refugees to the direction of the mountain people, while the others headed towards the Holy Capital together.
Bindu's leg has healed under the care of Leonardo da Vinci, and he has put on his boots and armor again. Bedivere also received a new prosthetic limb, but the color of this prosthetic limb may not match him well.
After all, the materials that can be used are limited, and most of the materials left in Leonardo da Vinci's hands are sphinx materials, so Bedivere's prosthetic limbs are yellow.
This time, Anno was indeed standing beside Fujimaru Ritsuka again, instead of standing beside the dark King Arthur.
This is the Storm King's request.
"I know that I am your king, but I am not your king. At this unique point, the one you really want to be loyal to and the one you really want to kill is the Lion King of the Holy City, not me." She said to her.
Annuo, who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, said, pointing the spear in his hand in the direction of the Holy Capital, "I am not a king now, I am just a minion of the master Fujimaru Ritsuka who saves humanity.
Your identity is no different."
The same goes for Bindu, Bedivere, and Percival.
What they want to be loyal to and what they want to correct is not the King of Darkness in front of them, but the Lion King in the distance who wants to be holy in the Holy City.
"Oops... I can probably understand the mood of the Knights of the Round Table, but since they are characters that can cause changes in this singularity, it seems that they are not that easy to deal with." Da Vinci said in a timely manner.
He poured a basin of cold water on it and said to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu.
Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed softly.
Yes, looking at the singularities that Chaldea has experienced, Vortigern Fafnir, Attila, Hercules, Adroson, and the Mad King Cu Chulainn, each of them is a hero.
Chaldea paid a huge price to be defeated, and Fujimaru Ritsuka was deeply impressed by each one.
"But...it's impossible to retreat, isn't it?" Fujimaru Ritsuka raised the scarf he used to block the sun and responded in a deep voice.
"Yes, if you don't move forward, you will never know what the scene is ahead." Da Vinci smiled, "But you must remain rational, right?"
Andersen sighed: "Chivalry is indeed something that is extremely beautiful whether imagined or actually felt, but..."
Matthew, who was in a daze, came back to his senses: "Hmm? Mr. Andersen, what's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing..." Andersen touched his chin, "I just feel that that person is somewhat different from my impression."
Andersen pointed in the direction of Annuo.
"Huh? So, what's different about it?" Annuo, who has excellent hearing, turned his face sideways, with... probably a kind smile on his face?
It's a bit too subtle. Annuo's face is frozen most of the time, and some of it is hard to distinguish...
Although he didn't know what Annuo's expression was trying to express, Andersen could still tell the kindness in Annuo's voice.
He pursed his lips and raised his eyes.
"Well... It's mainly about your personality." He walked two steps quickly, walked behind Annuo, and said with his hands behind his back and his head lowered, "In most biographies, you are described
He became a loyal, powerful, and kind-hearted knight, and didn’t mention much about what happened on the battlefield, so overall, I didn’t expect you to be so decisive in wanting to kill your king.”
"...It's not just killing." Annuo looked ahead and said after a slight silence, "It's also redemption."
"Even among our round table, Annuo Qing is the one with the most murderous intention and violent spirit." Bindu explained to Andersen, "It's just that this kind of momentum, which is sharper than the holy sword, will never be
It’s just pointing at your own people.”
"This is normal, Lord Bindu." Bedivere's smile has always been gentle. "The biographies of later generations will basically praise the good things and hide the things behind the good things."
"It doesn't matter." Annuo walked, the sound of armor chiming with gold and iron, which was extremely chilling, but also pleasant to the ears. "Isn't the purpose of our hard work to let people see as many beautiful things as possible? Since
In this way, hide other things."
"Well, it's like what the white knight Annuo in the records would say." Andersen had a happy smile on his face.
Although he hates being busy, he is still quite happy to be able to have such close contact with characters who are the prototypes of fairy tale characters.
Annuo glanced at him, thinking of a boy cuter than him, pursed his lips and shook his head, saying nothing.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Andersen's delicate emotions as a writer made him notice that Anno's mood became slightly depressed.
"Nothing, let's go." An Nuo looked forward and did not do anything extra.
Only Mashu, looking at the silver-white cloak that had turned back for some reason, and the other three cloaks being blown by the hot wind, were slightly in a trance, and silently clenched the hand holding the shield.
Such a sight...
She narrowed her eyes slightly and swallowed.
It always feels...familiar?
...
Holy capital.
Tristan had already tidied up his manners and walked silently in the temple.
However, his expression was still slightly frightened, and he could not completely return to his previous elegance and calmness.
"Qing Tristan, what's wrong with you? This doesn't look like your usual self. Could it be that the reversed blessing also reversed your personality?"
A knight covered in black armor and with a more stern expression on his face stopped him and asked in a low tone.
Tristan did not reply immediately, but took a deep breath and opened his eyes slightly.
"Mr. Aggui Wen, I need to... meet with the king and report some things." Tristan looked sideways at the black-armored knight and called out his name.
Ageguiwen, King Arthur's adjutant, a Knight of the Round Table who has always been by King Arthur's side to help her handle government affairs, and is also King Arthur's nephew.
"What happened that made you come back in such a hurry?" Age Guiwen showed no intention of getting out of the way.
"...Annuo Qing, was summoned, and...is an enemy."
Tristan looked into his eyes and said.
Hearing this name, Agguiwen's pupils shrank involuntarily.
"He was summoned?" He frowned, and his gloomy face even looked a little ferocious, "Summoned by who?"
"Not sure, but..."
"you say--"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between Tristan and Agguiven.
The voice was calm but deafening, echoing in the temple.
"Who was summoned?"
Agguiwen and Tristan had already knelt down before the figure that appeared here.
"...King." Their voices overlapped and were extremely solemn.