As Artoria questioned Luo Zhen expressionlessly, all the Knights of the Round Table present turned their gazes toward him.
Gawain's eyes were filled with solemnity.
Agravain's eyes were filled with coldness.
Tristan did not open his eyes, yet for some reason, people could still feel his gaze. What it revealed was an unpleasant pity.
As for Mordred, her eyes were even more arrogant and ferocious. A reckless smile spread across her face, as if she might pounce on Luo Zhen at any moment and cut off his head with her sword. She was exceedingly dangerous.
Some of the Knights of the Round Table watched Luo Zhen's response, while others directed unmistakable hostility toward him.
"Senpai..."
Mashu could not help tightening her grip on Luo Zhen's hand, and her heartbeat sped up once again.
Within her body, an emotion called anger was erupting.
However, it was clearly not Mashu's emotion.
Mashu could only continue suppressing it.
Luo Zhen, meanwhile, remained as calm and composed as ever.
"An enemy...?"
Luo Zhen spoke indifferently.
"Depending on the circumstances, that isn't impossible."
His blunt response caused the tense atmosphere around them to freeze completely.
Immediately afterward, an obscure killing intent began to close in, enveloping Luo Zhen.
Clearly, Luo Zhen's answer had already caused the surrounding Knights of the Round Table to regard him as an enemy.
Only Artoria remained as expressionless as ever. In fact, as if she took him seriously, her gaze grew somewhat deeper.
In this situation, Luo Zhen faced the goddess before him and fearlessly declared,
"I believe His Majesty the King of Lions is aware of what I have done. I crossed numerous Singularities and arrived here precisely to save human history and save the Human Order."
Luo Zhen looked straight at the King of Lions.
"For that reason,