A night passed, and the rising sun climbed into the sky.
Around five in the morning.
In the park outside the Sistine Chapel.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, Percival stood on the lawn with his eyes closed, resting his mind as birds landed freely upon his armor.
After spending a night with Maxwell and the others.
He had come to understand everything that had happened in this world.
The World Government's invasion, Britain engulfed in war, the threatened Catholic faith, and the rampaging Vampires.
These all perfectly corresponded to his various identities.
He was both a Knight of the Round Table under King Arthur of Great Britain, the legendary "bearer of the Holy Grail," and a noble knight "responsible for guarding the Holy Spear."
The Holy Spear was the Spear of Longinus, which had already become a Noble Phantasm.
So he completely understood why he had been summoned.
The Pope's request of him was to protect the Vatican from the World Government's excessive oppression.
To be honest.
Percival had no confidence in this, considering their side had only one Heroic Spirit: himself.
But since he had been summoned, he would naturally give it his all.
He only hoped that he could also fight for the Britain currently under invasion.
After all, he was a Knight of the Round Table.
The Pope and the others were somewhat hesitant about this, saying they needed to discuss it first.
They mainly felt safer with Percival staying here.
The Vatican had just suffered an attack not long ago, yet they had failed to keep even a single attacker behind.
If Percival had been there at the time, together with Father Anderson, the enemy would definitely have paid for their evil deeds!
Percival said nothing about this. As a Servant, he basically had no right