"Just looking at her? What do you take everyone for, Farrell the perv?"
"You think I'm joking?"
"No... Although you do like joking around, this isn't the kind of joke you can afford to make."
That was the exchange between Clown Knight Dagonet and Sir Gareth, the current head of the Knight Organization—held in the cockpit of a fighter.
"Holy Church, Black Order... mysterious powerhouses." Gareth frowned at the report in his hands. "Just what is there about this town that attracts these people?"
"I don't care about that. Knowing this place is certain death, I'm not staying." Dagonet shook his head.
Gareth felt somewhat displeased... but said nothing. The Knight Organization appeared to have been reintegrated, but real authority had already fallen into the Queen's hands—even he had sworn allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen during the battle in Mist City.
Even so, the Knight Organization still concealed differing voices... Gareth represented the neutral faction, while Dagonet, as the Queen's adopted son, was naturally part of the Imperial Faction.
Though the two were nominally superior and subordinate, Dagonet was clearly an instrument restraining Gareth within the Knight Organization.
At the same time, Dagonet was in charge of the newly renamed Dragon Rider Armor Master division—the former Prime Minister's legacy warrior corps. Gareth found it quite difficult to mobilize Dagonet.
"Since when does the Knight Organization have to yield even within its own country?" Gareth shook his head and sighed bitterly.
The battle in Mist City was said to have left the Knight Organization reintegrated and reborn through fire... Yet its strength, rebuilt after the integration, was far inferior to before—the time given to it had simply been too short.
More importantly, the Knight Organization had lost the Holy Grail, the spoils of the great war a century ago... the