The next day, at dawn.
When Britain's iconic twilight sky appeared once more, the soldiers of the Round Table Army in Ruined Capital Londinium were already up early, gathered together for training.
The logistics personnel had started work just as early. The blacksmiths forged, the weavers wove, and the cooks cooked, restoring the lively, energetic scene to Londinium and bringing an immeasurable amount of life back to this ruined capital.
Riezel had risen early as well.
He could not help it. As time passed, the Curse filling all of Britain was visibly growing denser. Others might not have noticed this change, but to Riezel, who had mastered the system of magecraft, it was far too obvious and far too stimulating to his sensitive nerves.
As a result, Riezel simply could not keep lying in bed and sleeping soundly without a care. He could only get up helplessly, leave his room, and take a slow walk through Londinium, conveniently taking the chance to properly observe the quality of the Round Table Army.
Along the way, many people who saw Riezel greeted him with great respect and enthusiasm. A few girls even ran up to him and handed him some simple breakfast. Only after seeing him accept it did they run off with faintly flushed faces, carrying a distinctly youthful air.
Clearly, after fermenting overnight, the story of Riezel charging alone into the Queen's Army camp and severely wounding and repelling Bagster had already spread throughout Londinium.
Thus, everyone in Londinium knew that this youth, who looked even younger than Commander Percival, possessed astonishing combat power. Even the famous Fairy Knights were no match for him.
He had previously been regarded as the Child of Prophecy, defeated Fairy Knights several times, slain Woodworth, the Clan Chief of the Fang Clan, cut down