Night had fallen.
Anno and Robin had not left the village guarded by Percival; instead, they rested there for the time being.
Though he still retained his fighting strength, Anno was indeed far weaker than before.
Just as he had said earlier, he and Percival had made the same decision.
Percival had used his Spirit Origin as a wedge, pinning the human world to this world and preventing the Fairy Realm's space from continuing to collapse at this node. Anno had done the same, though he had employed a few tricks.
His Spirit Origin truly remained on that hill—the Holy Sword and Treasure Armor were proof of it. Like Percival, he had used his own Spirit Origin as a wedge to secure the human world's stability. Then, using objects that perfectly represented his own qualities—the Chalk Holy Sword and Fairy Treasure Armor—he placed his Spirit Origin there. With the aid of Robin Goodfellow's magecraft, he used his pure and powerful magical energy to create something akin to a divided spirit, allowing himself to move freely throughout this Singularity.
He was not particularly strong now. After all, the current Anno might not even qualify as a Servant, since his Spirit Origin was still left behind on that hill.
Percival remained at the village entrance. He was a rigorous and honest knight, and he had to keep watch to ensure that the shattered space remained sealed.
Anno sat on the bed and let out a long sigh.
His eyes were closed.
He had been the first Knight of the Round Table summoned to this Singularity.
The Fairy Realm.
He had always harbored complicated feelings toward this place.
He had once witnessed beauty here, but he had also witnessed malice far greater than that beauty—malice directed toward humanity.
Fairies were not a good