Type-Moon Crown Master

Before the city gates, Gawain gripped the Wheel of Victory Sword with both hands and spoke sternly.

"Betrayal? Come and die?" Lancelot shook his head.

"Sir Gawain, forgive me, but I cannot agree with you. I merely followed the true My King, Artoria. Her kingly radiance, her nobility, and her embodiment of Britain's dragon—I could never mistake them. This is the King of Knights worthy of our reverence and service!"

"So, Sir Gawain, wake up. That inhuman My King within Camelot..."

"Shut up!"

Gawain interrupted Lancelot. There was an indescribable gravity in his eyes as he slowly opened his mouth, his tone incomparably sharp. "Hmph. One of you once betrayed My King, shamed My King, and became the chief culprit behind Britain's destruction. The other is the Rebellious Knight who ended My King's legend. There is nothing strange about you rebelling again. Now, let me deliver sacred Round Table judgment upon you!"

Mordred narrowed her eyes, her icy gaze brimming with killing intent. "Sir Gawain, so you intend to assist that Lion King? You're making enemies of us?"

Gawain swept a contemptuous glance over Mordred, then drew the Wheel of Victory Sword from his waist and pointed its tip at Little Mo.

"Sir Mordred, I have long found your arrogant attitude unpleasant. Today, I will teach you a proper lesson on behalf of your Father King!"

"Damn it!" Little Mo gritted her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead.

"Master, I'm seriously pissed off right now. Give me a hand. I'm going to punch that blockhead into the sky. While I hold Gawain back, you guys find a way to break Camelot's defenses and charge in."

Little Mo knew she was no match for Gawain. As the Sun Knight, Gawain's strength tripled during the day, and his defenses were incredibly powerful.