Under the deep night, a solitary figure stood by the crossroads outside the village, looking back at the scattered lights.
"Well, that Queen is even more outstanding than we imagined."
From behind the lush trees ahead came an intrigued question. The White-Haired Succubus pointed at the rising band of light from Camelot beneath the night sky, her smile playful and her expression full of teasing provocation.
"Still, things seem to have developed somewhat beyond your expectations. Say, do you really not plan to step in and manage this, Star Holy Sword Wielder?"
"Outstanding?"
Samael lowered his hood.
He shook his head faintly.
"For the sake of a single relief effort, she directly imprisoned all the lords and forced them to bleed themselves dry. She has placed herself and the entire aristocratic class on opposing sides. She cannot even be bothered to put on the usual show of winning over one faction, isolating another, and crushing a third. Do you think that is clever?"
"What is wrong with that? With so many Purification Knights and the Round Table, would those lords really dare rebel?"
Melly stroked her smooth, jade-like chin and blinked her dreamy purple eyes as she asked curiously.
"The question is, is the Round Table of today still the Round Table of before?"
Samael glanced at the succubus, his voice gradually lowering.
"If things were truly that simple, there would have been no need for the Fae Knights to step onto the stage."
Melly froze slightly. Her purple eyes flickered as understanding gradually dawned on her.
In order to march upon the divine realm and seek the Holy Grail, the King of Knights had taken away from the Round Table not only its most elite members, but also its most loyal backbone...
And among those left behind, loyalty that