Liao Ye and Carmilla escorted the refugees toward the Mountain People, while everyone else headed for the Holy City together.
Under Leonardo da Vinci's care, Pindo's leg had healed. He had put his armored boot back on, and Bedivere had also received a new prosthetic limb—though its color might not have suited him very well.
After all, the available materials were limited. Most of what Leonardo da Vinci had left were Sphinx materials, so Bedivere's prosthetic was yellow.
This time, Anno truly stood at Fujimaru Ritsuka's side once more, rather than beside the black King Arthur.
It was the Storm King's request.
"I know that I am your king, yet I am not your king. In this Singularity, the one you must truly pledge yourself to, the one you must truly kill, is the Lion King in that Holy City—not me." That was what she told Anno as he knelt before her on one knee, her lance pointing toward the Holy City. "As I am now, I am not a king either. I am merely a lackey of Fujimaru Ritsuka, the Master saving humanity. My status is no different from yours."
The same went for Pindo, Bedivere, and Percival.
The one they had to serve, the one they had to set right, was not the black king before them, but the Lion King in the distant Holy City, who sought to carry out the Holy Selection.
"My, my, I think I can understand how the Knights of the Round Table feel. But if this is someone powerful enough to cause a change even in this Singularity, she probably won't be easy to deal with, right?" Leonardo da Vinci said, choosing that moment to pour cold water over Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.
Fujimaru Ritsuka let out a soft sigh.
That was