Lancelot remained at the camp to reorganize the army. Aside from Anno, the other Knights of the Round Table, including the Storm King, had also stayed behind. Though it was already the final hour, some training could still help those knights improve their combat strength.
Perhaps the improvement would not be obvious, but in a war like this, even the slightest increase was necessary.
The journey through the desert was no longer unfamiliar to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others. They traveled much faster than when they had first entered the desert.
Unlike the last time they had come here, there was no sandstorm around the temple, nor were there any wandering Sphinxes.
Thus, the group easily approached the Sun King's temple.
But a new problem, aside from the Sphinxes, had appeared.
That was—how were they supposed to get in?
"I'll deliver the message, but persuading the Sun King will require your efforts, Fujimaru Ritsuka," Anno said gravely. "This king is not someone who can be convinced merely by listening obediently."
"I understand." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded.
Anno said nothing more. He turned and walked up to the tightly shut gates of the temple.
There was no doubt that Ozymandias had already noticed their arrival, yet he still kept the temple sealed shut like this.
Looking up, Anno pondered for a moment.
Was it because of their previous agreement that he did not wish to kill Fujimaru Ritsuka?
Anno smiled and shook his head, then took a deep breath.
Then, he raised his left leg—
BOOM—!!!
The enormous sound startled Hans Christian Andersen. "Hey! What happened!?"
Anno looked at the temple gate he had shattered with a kick and expressionlessly brushed the dust from his armored boot.
He turned and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was breaking out in a cold sweat, a