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 the 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. Most of the materials left in Da Vinci's hands are sphinx materials, so Bedivere's prosthetic limbs are yellow.
This time, Annuo 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 singularity, 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.
"Oh, oh, oh, I can probably understand the mood of the Knights of the Round Table, but since they are people who can cause changes in this singularity, it seems that they are not that easy to deal with." Leonardo da Vinci poured a basin of cold water on him at the right time. Said to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu.
Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed lightly.
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 was defeated at great cost, each one of which impressed Ritsuka Fujimaru.
"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: "Huh? 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 a... 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 clearly.
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 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 as a loyal, powerful , a kind-hearted knight, didn’t mention much about what happened on the battlefield, so overall, I didn’t expect you to want to kill your king so decisively.”
"...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, has never been 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 before their eyes? 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 very happy to be able to have such close contact with 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." Annuo looked forward and did nothing extra.
Only Matthew, looking at the silver-white cloak that had turned back for some reason, and the other three cloaks, each one blown by the hot wind, felt slightly in a trance, silently clenching the hand holding the shield.
Such a scene.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and swallowed.
It always feels very familiar?
Holy capital.
Tristan had already tidied up his manners and walked silently in the temple.
However, his expression was still a little 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 grimmer 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, 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 been by King Arthur's side all year round 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 had no intention of getting out of the way.
". Annuo Qing, you have been summoned, and you are 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. "He was summoned by who?"
"Not sure, but."
"you say--"
Suddenly, a voice interrupted the conversation between Tristan and Agguiwen.
The voice was calm but deafening, echoing in the temple.
"Who was summoned?"
Agguiwen and Tristan had already knelt down in front of the figure that appeared here.
".King." Their voices overlapped and were extremely solemn.
(End of chapter)
