"I'd heard about it. So the human knight who won that tournament in the end was Mr. Percival." After listening to Percival recount his experiences, Gareth spoke with a look of admiration. Percival had once participated in a royal tournament and emerged victorious.
"It was only luck that I lasted until the end. Still, being able to speak directly with Queen Morgan was wonderful. It made me resolve myself. To her, whether Goblin or human, we were nothing but tools. She had absolutely no intention of changing Fae Country as it was. It was because I realized that that I decided to form an organization to help the Child of Prophecy who would soon appear."
After winning that tournament years ago, Percival had been granted the right to speak with Queen Morgan. Unfortunately, there was no way he could get what he wanted from Morgan.
"I see. So at the beginning, the Resistance Army consisted of only you? Was it Oberon's idea to turn it into the Round Table Army?" Da Vinci immediately asked.
"Yes. At the time, I was still leading a merchant's guard unit. Then Lord Oberon came to find me. He told me, 'At this rate, it'll never end, Percival. That rare white light of yours is going to rust.' After that, he began handling our administration, and before I knew it, the Resistance Army had become the Round Table Army." Percival smiled.
Though Percival was no weakling and his convictions were firm, building the Round Table Army in Fae Country had not been easy. What did an organization need most? Money, naturally. Information came second. Oberon happened to possess both.
After hearing Percival's words, Da Vinci immediately fell silent. What Percival had said sounded perfectly normal, but on further thought, a major issue emerged—the timing of