"Then on this side, we have Sherlock Holmes, Roland, Astolfo, and Don Quixote. Diarmuid, I'll leave the judging to you." Once the Servants from the Restoration Domain arrived, both sides promptly chose five Servants each. Ritsuka's side had four because her temporary summon counted as one.
"This lineup is rather unfair." Shen Fei, seated on the throne to one side, gently shook his head as he looked over the lineups chosen by both sides. Pope Joan's side only had one well-known figure, Bratamante. Of course, he was the only one who thought so.
Although Charlemagne had appeared, he was still Charlemagne for the time being. Charlemagne had no interest in the role, and Don Quixote had even less desire to sit on the throne again, so it could only be him.
"Huh, my king?" Bratamante looked at Charlemagne in surprise. In a contest like this, Charlemagne should have participated—or rather, joined in for the fun of it. Yet this time, he had not, and she immediately sensed that something was wrong.
"Shh." Charlemagne made a silencing gesture at Bratamante, who immediately nodded in understanding.
"What, Bratamante? You understood what he meant from just that sound?" Pope Joan looked at Bratamante with confusion.
"At least I know he has some unavoidable reason. Then let us begin the battle. Pope Joan, please say something before the match begins." As one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, Bratamante shared considerable tacit understanding with him. Though he had said nothing, she roughly understood his meaning.
Strictly speaking, if Charlemagne had been in perfect condition, he would definitely have participated. But his current state was poor. After fighting a fierce battle of love and hate with another version of himself, he had come here immediately afterward. He currently had strength for at most two or three battles,