Sir Pugin's manor.
The instant Caesar, clad in Lancelot du Lac's inherited Holy Armor, appeared on the screen, half of the Knight Organization's leaders gathered there rose in terror.
"Tell me this is only a joke..."
"Lancelot..."
They all turned toward Sir Pugin, only to see that his expression was just as grim and uncertain... Clearly, he had not expected this situation either.
There was no possibility that someone had forged similar armor merely to put on a show—these people at least had the ability to distinguish Holy Armor.
Sir Pugin quickly made his decision. He immediately ordered several Twelve Knights at the scene, "Take him alive at all costs. He may have learned how to strip a successor Knight of their Holy Armor and forcefully use it... We absolutely cannot let this method spread!"
No one questioned Sir Pugin's order... The inheritance of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table had always been the foundation of the Knight Organization, and the inheritance process had always been carried out in the strictest secrecy.
It was like someone inventing a highly secure virtual currency, only for hackers to dig into that gold mine and mine the currency at will...
"Understood."
Knight Gareth nodded as he temporarily switched off the communicator by his ear, then steadied his emotions as quickly as possible.
"Everyone, it seems this isn't the time to show courtesy... The Knight Organization has issued its order. Oberon must be captured, dead or alive."
"Just as expected." Knight Geraint was the first to react. With a wave of both hands, a gigantic knight's lance appeared in his grasp.
There were five Round Table Knights present. Although their opponent had somehow stolen the same inherited power from Lancelot, they were not intimidated.
A formation with five Twelve Knights fighting together