Having received Li Ye's answer, before Lancelot could say anything—
"Yo, you two are both here!"
At that moment, a remarkably cheerful laugh cut into the conversation between Li Ye and Lancelot.
When Li Ye turned to see who it was, the smile on his face grew even wider.
It was none other than Mordred, who had arrived at Camelot early in the morning.
However, unlike yesterday, Mordred was dressed lightly today. Her heavy armor had been removed, leaving her in only a few garments covering the important parts, with large areas of skin exposed.
Yet Mordred herself seemed to have no issue with it; on the contrary, she appeared to be enjoying it.
"Yo, Mordred, you're up early today."
Li Ye waved as well. Mordred's cheerful personality made her difficult to dislike, and after spending some time together, anyone could become friends with her.
"Why did the sword Father King gave you change color?"
Still grinning, Mordred noticed the Sword of Ruin at Li Ye's waist. Such a change after merely one night apart made her immensely curious.
Li Ye shrugged. "That, I'm not really sure about. The only one who can probably explain the exact reason is the King."
Seeing that even Li Ye could not provide an answer, Mordred did not dwell on it. She then looked toward Lancelot. "Yo, Lancelot, how many did you bring back this time?"
"Only three. The newly emerged rebels are interestingly gathering up refugees, and I heard that a merchant group is helping the refugees avoid our routes."
Lancelot turned and gestured for the knights to bring the three people who had passed the Holy Selection over.
They were three young boys and girls. Their emotions were steady, as though they knew what awaited them would not be more dangerous than