"You want to witness the ceremony?"
In the audience hall of the royal castle, the knights had gathered once again. Now, after hearing this from Luo Zhen, who had suddenly arrived, they all fell silent.
Gawain looked at Luo Zhen, his eyes flickering.
Agravain frowned deeply and regarded him coldly.
Tristan did nothing, merely playing his harp as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
Mordred, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow. Her gaze as she stared at Luo Zhen became rather intriguing.
As for the King of Lions, she had already seated herself upon the Throne of Heroes. Looking down at Luo Zhen from above, she listened to his purpose with an expression that remained as still as an ancient well.
All the Knights of the Round Table focused their gazes on Luo Zhen. No one knew what they were thinking, but for a moment, none of them spoke.
Amid this atmosphere, Mashu tightly held Luo Zhen's hand, as if trying to draw a little courage from her senior—or perhaps trying to give Luo Zhen some courage herself.
Luo Zhen did not seem bothered in the slightest. He remained calm and composed as he nodded.
"That's right. I'd like to witness the ceremony." Luo Zhen spoke with leisurely confidence. "I'm rather curious about that Holy Selection ceremony. There shouldn't be any problem with letting me observe it, right?"
As soon as he said this, someone immediately objected.
"The Holy Selection is an important ceremony for choosing the residents of the Holy City. Touching it on a whim simply because of your own curiosity is a desecration of its meaning."
Agravain spoke with extreme coldness, rejecting Luo Zhen's words.
Luo Zhen merely glanced at him.
"Whether I'm desecrating its meaning or not, someone will naturally understand that." Luo Zhen wore