At that moment, Samael glanced at Artoria, who was still faithfully standing guard by the shore, completely unaware of any of this. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his slightly parted lips.
In truth, during their first encounter in the hijacking incident, the Ancient Serpent had vaguely guessed that this so-called King of Knights was a fake.
Because no one knew better than he did where Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table had gone. Those elite knights of Camelot had long since been talked into entering Avalon by him.
And as the burial ground of the gods, the barrier isolating the Sea of Stars was not so easy to breach.
Otherwise, the world above would already have been overrun by demons.
So she could never have been the Lion King he knew, nor was she the savior who upheld Britain.
The truth was precisely the opposite.
The incarnation of Britain's calamity, the Storm King who had swept across northern Britain and ultimately forced Lion King Artoria to personally lead the Knights of the Round Table into battle—the master of the Wild Hunt!
That was her true identity.
That was why, when Samael had faced the countless Shadow Servants in the alley and revealed Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, this Storm King had reacted so violently and regarded him as a mortal enemy.
Because this Storm King had always led the vast Wild Hunt army in battle against the Lion King who had personally marched into northern Britain.
And the weapon held by that "Arthur Pendragon," whose gender and appearance were concealed beneath the Lion Mane Helmet, was precisely Holy Lance Rhongomyniad.
So she had naturally mistaken Samael for her former mortal enemy.
Of course, it was not wrong for her to call herself "Artoria Pendragon."
Because, in a certain sense,