"Your Majesty."
Lancelot knelt on the ground.
"I have ensured that all the chosen ones entered the Holy City. It is only that..."
Lancelot's expression grew somewhat strained.
"You may speak freely, Sir Lancelot."
The Lion King sat upon the jade throne, casting her gaze down at the knight clad in purple armor.
Within the Royal Court bathed in light, the other knights stood silently to one side.
Though they were called the other knights, in truth...
The only ones still retaining human forms were Gawain, Agravain, and the kneeling Lancelot.
Gareth and Mordred stood among the seats of the Round Table in their Vile King forms, while Tristan, who had likewise only just transformed into a Vile King, twitched as he struggled to maintain a kneeling posture.
Dragons wheeled through the skies outside, making this so-called "Camelot Royal Court" look utterly incongruous.
Rather—was this still the Camelot Royal Court that had belonged to King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?
Lancelot glanced at Tristan and sighed softly, his lowered eyes concealing a trace of anger and sorrow.
"On the way back, I received an invitation from Sir Tristan to attack a village in the mountains alongside him and clear obstacles for Your Majesty." Lancelot raised his head, concealing his emotions well. "However... the enemy's fighting strength far exceeded our expectations."
"Not only did they have four rebel knights—Anno, Bedivere, Pindo, Percival, and the like—as well as that false Pretender King, they also possessed several other Servants." Lancelot spoke in a low voice. "Although Tristan did his utmost to kill the rebel Pindo, he still ended up in this sorrowful state."
"This is not your fault, Lancelot. Raise your head." The Lion King's voice descended from on high, echoing through the Royal Court. "The Holy Spear's preparations have