Chapter 652

What made Gawain's heart stop even more was the golden sword in the young man's hand, still gleaming with its fading radiance.

There was no mistake... That was undoubtedly—

"Gawain." Young Arthur's voice was icy, every word seemingly wrapped in frost. The edge of the Holy Sword pointed directly at the knight he had once trusted most. "You have disappointed me deeply."

Gawain staggered back half a step. His gaze locked tightly onto the Holy Sword before snapping upward to stare at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"You... who exactly are you?!" His voice was hoarse with shock and fury. The Excalibur Galatine in his hand flared back to life, though its brilliance was more bluster than substance. "Why... do you have the King's Holy Sword?!"

Young Arthur stepped forward. The light of the Holy Sword outlined his upright figure all the more brilliantly, while the pain and anger in his eyes sharpened further.

"I should be asking you that, Sir Gawain!"

His gaze swept over the wreckage covering the ground, over the innocent refugees trembling in fear, before stabbing back into Gawain's face like a blade.

"Tell me, is this the kingly path you follow? Is this the justice you protect? Raising a butcher's blade against the unarmed?!"

"What the hell?"

It was not just Gawain who was dumbfounded. Mordred [Lion King] standing in the rear was also frozen in place.

Lancelot [Saber] beside her was no different.

"What is going on? Why does that person have the King's Holy Sword?"

"And what is this..."

Lancelot [Saber] looked ahead, and then the group froze again.

Several more identical beams of light suddenly erupted from within the knight formation.

Lancelot [Saber] and Mordred [Holy City] could only stare blankly in that direction. Then they saw multiple Artorias emerge from the