BOOM!!!
The golden Holy Sword slammed into the wall, blasting a huge crater into the chalk-white surface.
Gawain panted heavily and retreated a step.
The magical energy pouring from Anno filled him with dread. Even while basking in sunlight due to the blessing of [Nightless], he had no confidence that he could withstand more than a few moves.
Servants from the Age of Gods were undoubtedly weaker than they had been in life after being summoned, yet Gawain sensed from Anno a strength that seemed no different from when he had still been alive.
But—how had he done it!?
This should have been impossible, unless... Anno had never died?
As he searched for openings to attack alongside Mordred, Gawain observed Anno's condition.
His hair was indeed gray-white, but his face was far too young. In Gawain's memory, Anno had worn such a youthful face before Gawain was even old enough to remember anything.
"Haah—"
He did not understand what was going on, but—he had to fight!
"Have you completely betrayed the King!? Is this the resolve you possess as a Knight of the Round Table, Sir Anno!?" Gawain demanded loudly.
The one he thought would never betray the King—and never should—was Anno.
Yet now, Anno stood before him, sword raised against him.
"Gawain, you are too blindly loyal." Anno kicked Mordred, who had transformed into the body of the Vile King, away and temporarily halted his offensive. He looked at Gawain with sorrowful eyes.
"Your loyalty is undoubtedly your most brilliant quality, but you should not become blind and foolish simply because it shines too brightly." The veins on Anno's hands bulged as he gripped the two Holy Swords. A fierce gleam filled his eyes as he stared at Gawain. "I refuse to believe that you cannot see what even