Knights of the Round Table.
Words that had never meant anything special to Mash now sounded exceptionally deafening.
Though she still did not know which Knight of the Round Table had granted her this power, Mash could feel it from these knights.
That sense of familiarity, as though they had fought side by side for many years already.
And she herself had held this shield, charging at the very front of everyone.
And now, as always—
"Hey, Mash? Still not awake?"
"Huh? Ah?"
Mash jumped in surprise and looked up to find Bedivere watching her with a hint of concern.
"Adolescent girls do indeed need more sleep. If you still feel tired, it would be fine to go back and take another nap. Saving the world need not be rushed," Percival said with a bright smile that seemed dazzling even in the dimness of dawn.
"I'm not sleepy, everyone." Mash smiled. Without even realizing it herself, she had already grown familiar with the many Knights of the Round Table. "I just feel that this feels very familiar."
"Where is everyone going?" Mash asked curiously.
"No, we're not going anywhere." Pindo smiled awkwardly. "It's just that everyone is used to getting up at this hour. If I had to say what we were going to do, I suppose I'd bring the residents here some more drinking water?"
"Let's go together. We can treat it as morning exercise. Since we are temporarily staying in East Village, we ought to regard ourselves as members of this village." The slightest imperceptible smile appeared on Anno's expressionless face.
A knight was not someone who simply donned armor, received a title, and memorized an oath. A true knight was a spirit.
"I-I'll come too." Mash blinked and raised her hand.
By the time the group returned,