There is still one day's journey to the mountain village.
Lancelot and Tristan's pursuit has been repelled. For the time being, they can relax their vigilance a little. The pursuit force brought by the two Knights of the Round Table is not weak. After returning to the Holy City, the Lion King will be informed and he will try again. It would be more difficult to pursue them.
Neither the distance factor nor the strength factor is allowed, unless... The Lion King has other means.
Although An Nuo had a big hole in his abdomen, according to his own words, those injuries were minor and could not even affect his ability to eat.
As Anno himself said, the wound on his stomach had healed the next morning.
"According to the original, I am not so easily injured." He said to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "This time, that kid Lancelot has made some progress."
But Fujimaru Ritsuka's focus is obviously on other things: "Mr. Anno, you mean that Lancelot... is not completely loyal to the Lion King?"
"I don't know the actual situation, but... he probably has his own plans." Annuo's face returned to seriousness, and he knocked on his scabbard, "It's probably because of Tristan. So it’s not convenient for him to talk to me here..."
"I guess the Lion King won't trust Lancelot either. After all, his opponent is you, and..." Bedivere spread his hands and glanced at Mathew invisibly. .
"There should be some gaps. After all, according to Anoqing, the Lion King is not a king." Bindu crossed his chest and glanced at Arturia Aler.
"If he is really a king, he will definitely trust the knight who entrusts his name to him... I don't know whether this is an advantage or a disadvantage, but for us who have accepted the trust, it is definitely a blessing. It's touching." Percival said with emotion.
"Only with trust can you gain trust." A smile appeared on Artoria's cold face, holding a large piece of barbecue in her hand, and was devouring it.
If you look carefully, the refugees seem to be eating flying dragon meat.
"King Arthur's Quotation No. 8: Even the flesh of strange creatures can be eaten, because the nutritional value will never be reduced!" Bedivere has always kept this sentence in his heart.
Cooking naturally comes from Annuo. As long as the ingredients pass through Annuo's hands, they will become very delicious and magical.
It's just that the refugees are still a little helpless and trembling when faced with the dragon's meat, which takes time to adapt to.
Matthew was still a little dazed.
She was looking at her shield.
The logo on the shield always feels...
Is it similar to the logos on Mr. Anno and others?
Mashu pursed his lips as his slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the shield.
The heroic spirit in my body, your identity... I may have some guesses.
...
It was late at night, and the refugees and the Chaldean people had all gone to sleep.
But Annuo didn't sleep. He was responsible for keeping vigil tonight.
He was sitting on a high hill. The bright moon in the sky was obscured by a huge light wheel, and there were very few stars.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind. Annuo turned around and saw that it was Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Ritsuka, why don't you go to bed? You have to travel tomorrow." Annuo looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who climbed up the mountain wall in confusion.
"Hey young——"
Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't answer immediately. She sat on the ground and smiled.
"Well... I can't sleep at all. Thinking that I might be sleepy if I come here to have some fresh air?"
"The wind is used to wake you up. My child, you have something on your mind." Annuo moved down from the stone and sat on the ground like Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Hmm... It's true." Fujimaru Ritsuka scratched his head, "Mr. Anno, you should know... who is Mashu's servant?"
One person? "
An Nuo was not surprised: "Did you notice it too?"
"Well, how should I put it? After all, everyone's reaction was very strange, especially during the period after entering the singularity in the Middle East." Fujimaru Ritsuka pinched his hair, "I also read some in Chaldea. Historical materials and the like.”
"The heroic spirit that gave Mash his power... must be your grandson Mr. Anno, the second-generation disaster knight Galahad."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked into Anno's eyes and said.
"......Um."
Annuo looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with some surprise, and nodded after a while.
"Why is Mr. Anno surprised?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little confused.
"It's nothing, I just feel... that child who didn't understand anything in the sea of fire has finally grown up." Annuo looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a kind and gratified look, "Much stronger , I understand more and I am more determined.”
"Hey, my muscle strength feels like B right now." Fujimaru Ritsuka showed off the muscles on his arms. Although they can't be said to be strong, they can still see the obvious outlines.
"It was indeed the kid from Galahad who gave his power to Mashu." Annuo was amused by Fujimaru Ritsuka, but because his face was almost completely paralyzed, he couldn't make a too obvious smile. He raised his head and continued to look at the sky, looking at the large light wheel that covered the sky and the sun, "During the time I spent with you, I can almost understand why Galahad gave the spiritual foundation to the child Mashu. "
"Do Matthew and Galahad look alike?"
"...Your focus is strange, Ritsuka." Annuo twitched his lips, but...
"Don't tell me, it actually looks a bit similar. Maybe this is one of the reasons?"
He touched his chin, and Galahad's face and Matthew's face gradually overlapped. Annuo felt that it might not be entirely Galahad's fault when he saw Matthew feeling friendly.
"Then, Ritsuka, why are you asking this?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka supported her upper body with both hands and looked up at the sky with Anno, with a smile on her face.
"Actually, there is no reason. I just want to confirm with you, Mr. Annuo."
"After all, Mash and you are my first and second contracted servants. After you retired from Fuyuki, I will still think of you often."
Thinking of Fuyuki, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but think of another thing. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared and he turned his head to look at Annuo.
"Huh? What's the matter?" An Nuo was puzzled.
"Well... there is one thing that I think should not be hidden from Mr. Anno." A look of disappointment appeared on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face
"What's the matter? Tell me." Annuo frowned. He felt that what Fujimaru Ritsuka said might not be a lucky thing, otherwise he wouldn't be so serious.
"Director Olga Marie...is dead." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"That's the one you saved."
