Annuo's thoughts were suddenly replaced by memories of the past, but he quickly broke away and shook his head.
At that time, when he thought about it... it was really... hard to describe.
Shaking his head slightly, Annuo couldn't help but think of the crystal clear water horse under the sun.
He looked towards the lake. At that time, he had no memory of the magical feeling, but...
Really, could it be Kelpi?
After all, this guy does meet what Robin calls "emotional".
but......
Kelpi is an elf who cares very much about the elf realm, very, very much.
He is a very powerful goblin who rules a part of the goblin realm and is more concerned about the goblin realm as a whole.
This is similar to how a king cares about his own territory...probably.
It was so long ago that even Annuo couldn't remember it clearly.
Moreover, Annuo knew that in the battle with him, Kelpi was far from using his true abilities.
Water horses and floods...
For now, let’s consider it a possibility.
But, would that goblin who loves the Goblin Realm so much really cause such a disaster that affects both worlds?
At that time, Kelpi reminded himself "don't cross the boundary", and knowing the nature of fairies, he also took him back from the middle area of the fairy realm to the outer reaches, where the fairies were truly the enemies of humans.
In a sense, if it hadn't been for Kelpi's lesson, Anno might not have been born with a truly human heart, nor would he have followed Merlin to Britain to become a knight. Instead, he would have been in endless madness.
Towards destruction... In that case, maybe I will occupy the seat of madness? Although I do have the aptitude of Berserker now...
Sighing, An Nuo's eyes flashed with a cold light.
It doesn't matter, even if it's Kelpi.
Kelpi has Kelpi's bottom line, and he... also has his own bottom line.
Britain...is his bottom line.
"When Master and the others wake up, I will go and say goodbye to Lord Mordred." Bindu said to Annuo.
"Are you planning to leave for Lord Tristan?" After hearing Bindu's words, Annuo finally came back to his senses.
From Bindu's words, he, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others knew that Tristan's next target was Tristan, and Tristan's next target was Gareth.
After Gareth, I don’t know, but the last two are Lancelot and Anno.
What kind of assessment questions will these two Knights of the Round Table take on...?
"Well, we still have a lot to do, so we won't delay it if we can." While thinking about the problem, Bindu responded to Annuo.
"No need to say goodbye, I'm here."
Next to the small hut he built, Mordred looked at Bindu with a smile on his face, holding his chest.
"I can defend here, don't worry." Patting his chest, which was as majestic as his father's, Mordred said confidently, "Even if I give up my red thunder, I am still quite strong.
oh."
"That's natural, a knight who can board the Round Table." Annuo walked to her side and gently touched her hair.
"Ah, Annoqing..." Mordred looked a little flustered.
An Nuo smiled helplessly and took off his hand.
Even though he is Leah's child, the feel of his hair is obviously different from Leah's...
"Then without further ado, let's set off quickly." Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu came out of the small shabby house, obviously they had woken up a long time ago.
"The next one should be Lord Tristan. By the way, Lord Tristan and Lord Bindu are very close to each other." Matthew seemed to have remembered something and chuckled twice.
"Ah, indeed." Bindu also smiled along with Mashu.
There's nothing good to say about his fate with Tristan.
No one in Britain could catch up with his running speed, and the speed of arrows, Tristan was respected in Britain. Both of them were famous for their speed, so naturally they were compared.
He and Tristan had never seriously compared each other, but those nobles discussed the saying "Bindu can run fast enough to catch up with Tristan's arrows", and this statement seemed to spread very widely. After a while,
Not only the nobles, but also the common people in Britain were talking about his speed.
Now it seems that this nonsense coming from the mouths of nobles who only hold banquets all day long seems to be still talked about a thousand years later.
I still remember back then, because of this incident, Bindu went to Tristan's residence to apologize.
The result...
Tristan didn't pay much attention to this matter at all.
He did have a lot of communication and cooperation with Bindu on the battlefield, but whether Bindu could catch up with his arrows...
"So what if you catch up, so what if you can catch up."
It was already noon the next day.
Tristan was still sitting on the rocks by the lake, gently strumming the strings.
"You and I are both in a hurry."
"Becoming a talking point in other people's mouths is a slightly unpleasant thing, but it is something to be proud of."
Tristan turned his head, opened his eyes slightly, and stared at Bindu calmly.
"The test I am responsible for is [humility], Bindu, my friend."
There was a smile on his face: "Maybe you need to go through other tests, but with humility, you don't need any test."
"Whether you are still alive or now after your death, you are undoubtedly a humble knight. It is precisely because of this that you can come to my residence in person after hearing the rumors.
Apologize; it is precisely because of this that you can see yourself clearly and give up your spiritual foundation."
Tristan stood up, walked to Bindu, and placed the fragments caused by the broken space into Bindu's hand.
"You have passed the test of [humility], so now, as a Knight of the Round Table, I will transfer part of my magic power to you and reshape your spiritual base." Grabbing Bindu's hand, Tristan said seriously
Said, "And at the same time, I will give you my ability to hear, see, and feel anything."
"Go and protect this country that belongs to us with me." Bindu looked at Tristan speechlessly and nodded vigorously.
All he could feel from this magic was heavy trust.
Percival gave him the magic power of Longinus, Mordred gave him the red thunder, and Tristan gave him unparalleled perception.
Colleagues and comrades-in-arms all put their hopes in themselves.
Bindu realized this fact again.
"How sad, my friend..."
Tristan, who had lost his ability to perceive, smiled and let go of his hand.