There was still one day's journey left to Mountain Village.
Lancelot and Tristan's pursuit had already been driven back. For the time being, they could relax their guard a little. The pursuing force brought by the two Knights of the Round Table had not been weak. Once they returned to the Holy City and reported to the Lion King, it would become much harder for them to pursue again.
Neither distance nor strength would permit it, unless the Lion King had some other means.
Although Anno had had a huge gash torn open in his abdomen, according to him, it was merely a minor wound—not even enough to affect his appetite.
And just as Anno himself had said, by the next morning, the wound on his stomach had already healed.
"Normally, I wouldn't be injured so easily," he said to Fujimaru Ritsuka. "This time, that boy Lancelot has improved somewhat."
But Fujimaru Ritsuka's attention was clearly on something else. "Mr. Anno, do you mean that Lancelot isn't completely loyal to the Lion King?"
"I don't know the actual situation, but he should have plans of his own." Anno's face turned serious again as he tapped his scabbard. "It's probably because of Tristan, so it wasn't convenient for him to talk to me here."
"The Lion King probably doesn't completely trust Lancelot either. After all, his opponents are you, and also..." Bedivere spread his hands and cast a nearly imperceptible glance at Mash.
"There should be some discord between them. After all, if what Sir Anno says is true, then that Lion King is not a king at all." Pindo folded his arms and glanced at Artoria Alter.
"If she truly were a king, she would absolutely place complete trust in the knights who had entrusted their lives to her. I