Lancelot and Percival did not waste the opportunity Bedivere had won for them.
No Knight of the Round Table would shrink back at a moment like this. It did not matter which one.
Seizing the chance to attack with everything they had at a time like this was the best answer to their comrade's sacrifice.
However, neither of the two fighting noticed that the Vile King's corpse, which should have remained amid the ruins in the distance, had vanished, turning into a pool of black-and-white liquid.
Within the shadows, beneath a skull mask, red light flickered with a contemplative gleam.
Anno had arrived beneath the tower.
He looked up at the familiar Royal Court, gritted his teeth, then slammed open its doors and charged inside.
If this Holy City, this Royal Court, had truly been built based on the Camelot of old, then the path to the tower had to be at the throne.
The throne was undoubtedly at the tower's base. The Lion King had to be there!
After entering the Royal Court, go straight ahead, turn right at the seventh corridor, and climb the second spiral staircase—
ROAR—
Anno was still sprinting through the passage when he heard a roar coming from ahead.
He stopped and sighed.
He could already sense that the magical energy coming from ahead was all too familiar.
Not long ago, they had clashed at the gates of the Holy City.
Gawain, transformed into the body of the Vile King and wielding the Holy Sword, appeared in the stairwell.
ROAR—
He howled at Anno and swung the Holy Sword wrapped in blazing flames.
Whoosh—
A scorching sensation rushed at him from directly ahead. Anno raised his hand to block it, but something sturdier had already shielded him from the flames.
"Mr. Anno! Are you