While Cursed Arm Hassan and Bedivere were discussing in the quiet room how to contact the other Hassans, a burst of noise suddenly came from outside. Then the door was slammed open.
It was Percival.
"Sir King Hassan, Sir Bedivere, Arash just told us that another village seems to have lit a signal fire!" Cold sweat covered Percival's face.
Cursed Arm Hassan sprang to his feet. "What? A signal fire!? What color? Which village?"
"Mr. Arash said it's West Village. A red signal fire. Pindo has already set out."
Pindo had always been the fastest when it came to providing support. Such missions had always been entrusted to Pindo, and this time was no exception.
"Leave some people behind to defend the village. We're heading over immediately as well!" Cursed Arm Hassan's voice carried a clear note of gritted teeth. "A red signal fire. That is only lit when a village is attacked by the Knights of the Round Table!"
The terrain through the mountains and wilderness was complicated. Even someone as fast as Pindo could not move at his maximum speed, because no matter how fast he was, he could not run through the sky.
According to Arash, the leader of West Village should have been Hassan of the Hundred Faces.
Arash had also used Clairvoyance to identify the one who had attacked West Village.
The crimson lightning flashing within West Village had already revealed that person's identity—the roaming knight, the last seat of the Round Table, Mordred.
Though she was called the last seat of the Round Table, no one could afford to underestimate this knight's strength.
Pindo gritted his teeth. The armor on his body vanished, and without caring about anything else, he abruptly accelerated again and raced toward the source of the signal fire.
"I'll remain