As night fell, just as all of Camelot was about to sink into tranquil hues, a thunderous roar rang out, and a radiant beam bright as the stars shot skyward from somewhere within the royal palace.
At once, the Purification Knights and Knights of the Round Table inside and outside the palace abruptly looked up. When they recognized that familiar source of light, their faces changed drastically.
That was... the direction of the royal bedchamber?!
My King!
Immediately, the knights who had noticed the disturbance converged on the bedchamber in a great rush.
"What happened?"
"I don't know..."
"Where is My King?"
"She should be resting..."
"Does that look like resting to you, idiot?!"
"Who was on watch here tonight?"
"It was me... Other than the usual traffic, I didn't spot any sign of an enemy..."
The Sun Knight, who had arrived after hearing the news, frowned and motioned for his furious younger brother Agravain to release the unlucky Purification Knight, who seemed to have only just woken from a dream, before joining the others.
Tristan, Lancelot, Bedivere, and several other colleagues who had been on duty in their respective areas also rushed to the scene.
"The King possesses the body of a god and is invincible in battle. Our priority is to understand the situation and quell the disorder. Seal off the area first and prohibit anyone from entering or leaving freely, lest unnecessary panic arise."
Lancelot, the most prestigious among them, raised a hand after a moment of thought and gave the relatively prudent order. Once the situation had steadied, he turned toward the others.
"Sir Tristan, your eyesight is the sharpest. Sorry for the trouble, but guard the outside. Gawain, Agravain, Bedivere, come with me into the bedchamber. We will request an audience together."
Their gazes met,