"We can see it now." After cresting another high slope, the scene in the distance came into view before them.
It was an incomparably enormous city.
"How magnificent..." Standing on the high ground, Mash could not help but sigh as she looked at the Holy City in the distance, almost a perfect circle.
The four Knights of the Round Table stood at the very front, their armor seeming to form a wall.
Reflected in their eyes were those incomparably familiar city walls, that incomparably familiar city.
Their expressions were all somewhat complicated.
"It really is... almost exactly the same as Camelot used to be," Anno murmured.
Even for him, seeing such a sight again after crossing hundreds and thousands of years brought a glimmer of tears to his eyes.
After the Human-Dragon War, he had truly believed he would never see Camelot again.
It was still so beautiful, so prosperous—so rich that nearly everyone longed for it. Like a dazzling pearl set into the earth, it gleamed at all times, standing tall in Britain as a symbol of civilization and wealth.
But...
It should not have appeared here.
Beauty, yet it brought destruction. Prosperity, yet it invited catastrophe.
"This is a beauty that must be destroyed, even if it is nearly identical to the home we once had." Pindo patted Anno on the shoulder, pain and resolve in his voice. "Sir Anno, please, you must destroy it."
"I know." Anno stared fixedly at the Holy City of Camelot and nodded in response to Pindo.
"According to what those refugees said earlier, the Holy City's defenses are extremely strict. To enter, one must undergo the Holy Selection." Fujimaru Ritsuka walked to Anno's side, looking at the majestic city as well. "What do you think, Mr. Anno?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was asking how