"Tota Tawara, after arriving at the camp, I will leave the supply to you. As for the water source, Ms. Leonardo da Vinci will take care of it." Annuo's face was as serious as ever, just like countless times before.
Just like commanding a war.
"Okay, leave it to me, but what about the mountain man?" Watota was a very casual person. He didn't care about Annuo's obviously stiff tone and just asked with a smile.
"Before entering the desert, I wrote a special letter to the multifaceted Hassan, indicating the location of the garrison. They would meet at that location. The transmission speed of the people of the mountain is still very fast.
They are the real people of this land." Annuo turned to look at the desolate land, with a hint of emotion in his tone.
Touta Touta stood behind him, looking at Annuo's silver-white cloak that was puffed up by the hot wind, and couldn't help but shake his head.
“Although it’s a bit redundant to ask this question, but——”
"Annuo, are you really not going to show mercy to the juniors you have been with day and night, the king you have been loyal to for your whole life?"
He saw in this knight a sadness that no one else could see... and pain.
"......Won't."
Although there was a pause, there was no hesitation in An Nuo's tone.
It's just that his muscles are a little stiff.
"You have also heard about me. I am not the kind of person who hesitates."
Annuo turned his head, with no distracting thoughts in his eyes.
Hatota looked into Annuo's eyes quietly and shrugged, with just a little smile on his face.
"Then I wish you good luck. It looks like you are completely ready."
He could feel it more or less from Annuo's body.
I feel something...the same feeling as Arash before.
Annuo walked past Touta Tawara and walked towards the place where the sphinxes were temporarily resting. He called out to Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Ritsuka, it's almost nightfall. Get ready and set off!"
"oh!"
...
"This should be the last meeting, Baimaang, how many troops can we use now?" Hassan Cursed Wrist asked Baimao Hassan in the quiet room that was still used to discuss matters.
"It's less than expected. Originally, I planned to recruit at least 20,000 more troops from the mountains, but now...except for the 2,000 of us, I have only gathered about 5,000.
The men and horses." The handsome Hassan was not wearing a mask, with a sad look on his face, and shook his head.
Flying dragons can fly in the air, and the reconnaissance capabilities of the Holy City's army are almost dozens or hundreds of times higher than those of pure men and horses. If it weren't for these damn flying dragons, the people of the mountain would tell these bastards of the Holy City what local snakes are.
"That's enough. They also gained a lot of power from the desert, enough to attack the Holy City." Hassan the Cursed Wrist clenched his fist.
"Desert? Are they really looking for the Sun King?" Hassan, a hundred-faced man, frowned.
She was very disgusted with the desert that suddenly appeared on this land, especially the Sun King.
"According to what they brought in the letter, the Sun King and his desert have meaning at this singularity." Hassan the Cursed Arms opened the letter that Fujimaru Ritsuka and Annuo wrote to him, while
While looking at it, he said, "The existence of the Lion King has made this singularity completely independent, and the role of the Sun King and his desert is to maintain the 'specialness' of this singularity, allowing this singularity to retain its uniqueness.
The possibility of repair, rather than absolute helplessness.”
After listening to the explanation of Cursed Hassan, Hassan sat on his chair with his arms folded and said nothing, frowning; Hassan Quiet had nothing to say. She was very young and had no qualifications, so she couldn't get involved.
I don't want to interrupt.
"...So, when will we attack? How will we meet them?" After a long silence and no mention of the Sun King, Hassan asked about the attack on the Holy Capital.
"I don't know, but it will probably be within a week. We have to get to that camp as soon as possible."
Cursed Hassan clenched the letter in his hand.
"Compatriots, colleagues... This is the last chance to help our families and regain our land." His voice was slightly hoarse. "The three people sitting here are already the first generation of adults except the first generation.
Except, all that’s left is Hassan.”
"There is no doubt that the Knights of the Round Table who are on our side will be the main force in the team that attacks the Holy City, but we will never lose to them!"
"Go into this war with the determination to die..."
...
The Sphinx was traveling very fast, and before midnight, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his party had already arrived at the camp opened by Lancelot.
"Oh! You can already see it. When there is no wind and sand, the view in the desert is surprisingly good even at night." Liao Ye stood on the back of a sphinx and looked toward the east.
He sat on the back of the same sphinx with the four male servants Anno, Andersen, and Tatouta.
Annuo sat on the back of the Sphinx, looking towards the west opposite the Holy City and into the depths of the desert.
"Although you basically have this expression all the time, I always feel that you are quite sad now. Is it my imagination?" Andersen lay on the back of the Sphinx, looking at the cloudless sky,
Erlang's crossed legs were still shaking.
Annuo did not answer Andersen's words, but continued to look to the west.
In fact, he was not looking in the opposite direction of the Holy City, let alone the direction of the temple of Ramses II.
He looked to the west...just to the west there was his Britain.
"It's okay to see some things, there's no need to say them."
After a long time, Annuo finally responded to Andersen.
"This is not what a knight should say, or you seem to hate me particularly. Can you tell me why? When I was young, you were my idol. Being hated for no reason would make me feel very lost.
." Even though Andersen said this, he never stopped shaking his legs, and it was obvious that he was not in any problem in his mood.
"...I shouldn't be able to say much. If I insist on saying it, it's probably because of a fairy tale you wrote." Annuo was silent for a moment and said something that made Andersen raise his eyebrows.
Andersen felt something was wrong.
He turned over and sat up, blinked, and then asked in an uncertain tone: "..."The Prince and the Monster"?"
"Huh?" An Nuo was a little surprised and looked back at Andersen.
"That... Sister Lawrence, who was still staying in Chaldea before, seems to have been annoying me for a long time because of this story..." He scratched the back of his head,