The figure sprinted down the street at high speed.
Despite moving so quickly, Bedivere was still communicating with the two unharmed elders, hurriedly discussing everything that had happened.
But he soon stopped—because he sensed a large number of active sources of magic power.
More directly, he saw a group of people dressed in black robes with their faces covered, walking briskly ahead.
Such a strange formation naturally made it impossible for Knight Bedivere to ignore them. He swept directly in front of them and blocked their path.
"Stop! I have something to ask you!"
From among the black-cloaked figures, one person slowly stepped forward. In front of Knight Bedivere, they slowly lifted the hood from their head.
Bedivere's mouth fell slightly open, and he said in astonishment, "It's you... Gareth? What are you doing?"
"This is a long story..." Mr. Gareth said solemnly. "Come with me. I'll explain on the way."
"Where?" Bedivere frowned. A massacre had just occurred at the Misty Capital Knights Organization's headquarters, yet Gareth was now... This inevitably made him wary.
"I know you must be suspicious of me, but..." Gareth gave a bitter smile. "Just like when I first heard about it, I... find it difficult to imagine, let alone believe."
"Who are they?" Bedivere frowned again.
"I am Ace... one of the four stewards of the Magician's Association's Secretariat Tower," the man with a light bird perched on his shoulder slowly said.
"The Magician's Association..." Bedivere opened his mouth in surprise. After pondering for a moment, he looked at Gareth. "You... where are you planning to take me?"
"I'll tell you on the way..."
In the end, they still entered the church.
When the doors opened, they saw Her Majesty the Queen sitting there with Handcuffs on her wrists.
She was being