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"King... You... all of you..." Tristan opened his mouth, feeling his tongue knot up. "What... what is going on? Why are there so many... 'you'? And Lancelot, Mordred... weren't you..."

Faced with Tristan's stammering, Mo Wang finally got angry.

Then, in the very next moment, Mo Wang slapped Tristan's handsome face again.

This time, Tristan's face truly looked like a pig's head.

Seeing Tristan beaten up like this, the Artorias could not bear to watch.

But...

What could they do?

Mo Wang was the one doing the beating. Could they really fight back?

"Hey! Let me ask you! Were you bewitched by that evil goddess and sent here to harm innocent people?"

Mo Wang loudly interrogated Tristan.

"Huh?" Tristan, who had genuinely been beaten senseless, stared at Mo Wang in utter confusion.

Then, under his bewildered gaze, Mo Wang suddenly put on a sorrowful expression.

"Poor Knight of the Round Table! You have been thoroughly deceived!"

"What? Deceived?"

The baffled Tristan continued looking at Mo Wang blankly.

"Don't you know? The one commanding you Knights of the Round Table now is not King Arthur at all, but the evil Goddess Rhongomyniad!"

"Huh?"

Even if Tristan had been fully awake now, he would not have understood.

What did he mean, the one leading them was not King Arthur?

Under Tristan's gaze, Mo Wang patted him on the shoulder.

"Knight! Open your eyes!"

"Look at the situation before you!"

"Your Knights of the Round Table have already been occupied by that evil goddess!"

"The people standing before you now are Camelot's true loyal supporters!"

"We are King Arthur's most steadfast followers!"

"The king you serve is a fake! A shameless thief!"

"We came specifically to save you!"

"We are Camelot's saviors!"

Under Mo Wang's righteous declaration, Tristan's brain was about to crash.