"Tresty! And..."
Gareth cried out in delight, then looked at the other figures who had arrived first alongside the bearded man. "Gaheris! Kai! Ector! You..."
These figures who had appeared first were none other than the current Twelve Round Tables, who had escorted different elders to the Fog City from various regions this time.
When the Fog City rioted, they had been the first to act, each responsible for suppressing the chaos and evacuating the crowds in different areas.
"We received Bedivere's message." Tresty spoke in a deep voice. "It was hard to believe at first, but now..."
Tresty shook his head. His expression clearly could not be considered pleasant... He sighed and looked toward Dagonet the Clown. "It seems there's a traitor among us."
"Thank you for the compliment." Mr. Clown revealed a brilliant smile.
Seeing this, Gareth gritted his teeth, his expression eventually turning gloomy.
At that moment, one of the two elders who had arrived with a group of knights stepped forward. "Pugin! I mourn the bloodline of the Knight King... Surrender!"
There were not only six Twelve Round Tables in the auditorium and the Magician Corps waiting for an opportunity in the sky... Outside the Royal Auditorium, more than a hundred powerful mid- and high-level knights were also present.
The place was now completely surrounded.
"The first."
Pugin suddenly spoke. At the same time, a dark-red beam shot from his slightly raised finger. It passed directly over everyone and the few Twelve Round Tables, piercing straight through the forehead of the elder who had spoken.
The man who had been righteous and imposing a moment ago completely lost his head in the next. His corpse fell to the ground.
Puff—!
Only after the corpse struck the ground with a muffled sound did everyone—the entire Knight Organization