The daytime training in the desert passed without incident, and Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others gave Roman a perfectly ordinary report.
By the time they reached the camp set up in the wasteland, it was already close to dawn the next day.
Thus, the forces of the Mountain People, the Sun King, the knights unaffiliated with the Holy City, and Chaldea had finally assembled in full.
With the gathering complete, all that remained was to discuss the siege.
Together, Leonardo da Vinci and Hans Christian Andersen created an enormous magical field above the entire camp, concealing everything within it.
"Is the first King Hassan not attending this meeting?" Lancelot looked toward the three King Hassans seated together, his brow faintly furrowed.
Hassan of the Hundred Faces did not even look at Lancelot. She merely snorted and turned away. Hassan of Serenity sat properly, seeming disinclined to speak, her eyes constantly drifting toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Cursed Arm Hassan felt as though his stomach hurt a little.
"That one only appears when he is needed. Lancelot, let's discuss business." Anno gave Cursed Arm Hassan an apologetic smile as he patted Lancelot on the back.
In truth, he had been somewhat surprised when he saw Hassan of the Hundred Faces.
Because he recognized her. When he had first left Ozymandias's temple, he had beaten up a group of people—the group that had kidnapped Nitocris.
Unfortunately, Hassan of the Hundred Faces had been among those he beat up.
Because of that, Hassan of the Hundred Faces had ignored him ever since they joined up, leaving both him and Cursed Arm Hassan unbearably awkward.
"Everyone, listen up." At one end of the tent, Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
"This operation is the last hope for everyone present. Every one of us is