"Pindo, Bedivere, Percival."
Anno calmly called out the three names from the other side of the crater.
Because of Tristan, he had to maintain a degree of vigilance toward every one of his fellow Knights of the Round Table.
Countless lessons had taught him that if one person betrayed him, it was very possible that he was not the only one—that an entire group had betrayed him.
Just like during King Uther's period of weakness: he had fought and slain enemies on the front lines, while the nobles in Camelot's royal capital had waged internal struggles, turning all of Camelot into a foul mess.
"Sir Anno." Pindo's weak voice carried the relief of a burden finally lifted.
"You really were summoned to this Singularity. But why, before...?" Bedivere also let out a long breath. Looking at those broad shoulders in the distance that inspired such a sense of security, he was still somewhat puzzled.
"Don't come any closer for now. I have questions for you." Anno noticed Pindo's leg and Bedivere's arm. He frowned slightly, but still said it.
"What Sir Anno wishes to ask should be about the Holy City, as well as the Knights of the Round Table." Percival guessed what Anno wanted to know. "As it happens, we wanted to tell you about it too."
"But before that, we should find a way to treat Sir Pindo's leg. He can barely hold on any longer."
Anno fell silent for two seconds. In the end, he let out a soft sigh and took his hand off his sword hilt.
"Come over first."
He beckoned to the three of them.
A few minutes later, Percival, carrying the unable-to-walk Pindo on his back, and Bedivere, who had lost an arm, finally reached the other side of the crater and truly