It was already late; the sun was about to set, yet the gates of the Holy City remained bustling. The number of people preparing to undergo the Holy Selection and enter the Holy City showed no sign of decreasing.
"Then we'll head over first." Wrapped in a long robe with his face concealed, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded to Artoria and Anno before turning toward the gates of the Holy City.
Anno, likewise cloaked in a robe, wore a somewhat gloomy expression.
I hope nothing unexpected happens.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's group of four easily blended into the refugees' ranks. With Hans Christian Andersen, a "child," among them, their disguise was even more convincing.
"Master, let's hold hands so we don't get separated." Rather than summon her black shield, Mash took Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. His other hand held Leonardo da Vinci's, while Da Vinci held Andersen's hand as though she were leading her own son.
It had to be said that having a child's physique brought more disadvantages than advantages.
Andersen, however, did not care much about that. His eyes narrowed as he continuously scrutinized something within the crowd.
He was looking at the Purging Knights stationed on either side of the civilians.
The Purging Knights were also a category of Camelot knights. They were larger, naturally possessed greater physical abilities, and were undoubtedly stronger. In the original Camelot, they had been a relatively scarce unit.
But in the present-day Camelot, they could be seen everywhere. There was even a wall of men beyond Camelot's walls, formed entirely by Purging Knights standing in a ring.
Andersen had obtained this intelligence from the four Knights of the Round Table as well.
"Mmm. Judging by the air surrounding these Purging Knights, I don't think they're merely here to 'maintain order.'" Andersen raised his