"Have all the Knights of the Round Table been summoned by the king?" Anno murmured to himself.
"Not quite. Only two are missing. One is you, and the other is..." Percival shook his head, about to continue.
"Galahad." Anno spoke the name before Percival could.
"Huh? Sir Anno, did you already know about this?" Percival looked at Anno in surprise.
"No. Galahad was unable to answer the summons for another reason. As for me, Merlin is probably interfering somehow." After thinking for a moment, Anno looked at Percival. "As for Galahad, his situation is rather unusual. It seems he has temporarily entrusted his power to a young girl named Mash."
"Sir Anno, do you mean a transfer where he offered up his entire Spirit Origin?" Bedivere asked blankly.
"Yes, I have already met that girl." Anno nodded lightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips. "How should I put it... holding that shield, you really could see traces of Galahad in her."
Percival and Bedivere exchanged a glance, neither knowing what to say.
"For Sir Anno to say something like that, that young lady must surely be a person of great nobility." Pindo, who lay on the ground, had not been sleeping. He propped himself up with both hands against a rock, allowing himself to sit and speak with the other three knights.
"Whether she is worthy or not—if one day you see her, you may judge for yourselves."
"Galahad is already a mature knight. He no longer needs my protection. As both his grandfather and comrade, all I need do is respect his choice."
Anno did not pursue the matter further, instead turning to Percival again. "Let us return to the earlier topic. The king summoned every Knight of the Round Table except Galahad and me.