"Wait, I'm going back to Londinium too. I'm sorry, Miss Artoria. I took it upon myself to call myself the Child of Prophecy's First Knight before, but now I'm doing this. I know I'm being selfish, but even someone like me has something she can do. I can't just abandon the people of Londinium."
Just as the group decided to split up, Gareth hesitated for quite a while before finally speaking. Having followed Castoria all this time, she now took the initiative to ask to leave.
"Gareth, there's no need to apologize. You've found where you belong. Don't worry, everything will be fine here. And we'll see each other again in Londinium soon."
Gareth's request to leave surprised Castoria, but she immediately gave her a smiling blessing.
"I'll wait eagerly for the bells to ring."
The group then split into two parties, one heading south and the other north. The fae horse Redra planned to take the Chaldea group to the end of the national highway on the northern plains before returning to Londinium. There were no highways in the Lake District, so carriages could not travel there. Britain's highways only connected its major cities.
"Artoria, what's wrong?"
Around noon the next day, Ritsuka saw Castoria wake from her sleep with a grave expression and immediately asked her. She had likely been exhausted lately, since she fell asleep as soon as she boarded the carriage that morning.
"It's nothing. I just had a nightmare." Castoria immediately shook her head, saying she was fine. Seeing that Castoria did not want to talk about it, Ritsuka did not press further. In truth, Castoria had not had a nightmare. She had dreamed of the King Arthur's life.
Castoria was, in fact, the King Arthur—Britain's King Arthur. As she continued to ring the Pilgrimage