"I was the fourth to be summoned to this Singularity."
The red-haired knight sat by the water's edge, elegantly playing his harp as he calmly spoke to the knight behind him.
"I was the ninth." Pindo looked at Tristan's back and sighed softly. "I see. Like Sir Gareth, you used your own Spirit Origin to stabilize this space."
"Was that child, Sir Gareth, summoned here as well?" Tristan turned around, looking thoughtful.
Pindo nodded. "She was the fifth."
"In other words, including you, Sir Pindo, a total of nine Knights of the Round Table have been summoned to this Singularity?" Tristan rose to his feet, stroking his chin with a contemplative look.
"...Other than myself and Gareth, have you encountered any of our other comrades, Sir Pindo?" Raising his head, Tristan opened his eyes slightly and looked at Pindo.
"Not yet." Shaking his head gently, Pindo sat on another rock and sighed. "I don't know why, Sir Tristan, but I have a feeling."
"The eight comrades besides you may all have made the same choice as you and Sir Gareth."
"That is indeed possible. I was just thinking the same thing." Tristan lightly tapped his harp against the ground, looking over the water without plucking its strings. "Where were you summoned, Sir Pindo?"
"South of where Sir Gareth was summoned," Pindo answered truthfully.
"Based on the route you took to get here, where would you say I am in relation to Sir Gareth?" Seeming to think of something, Tristan walked over and leaned close to Pindo.
"Roughly northwest? Wait—"
The two exchanged a look.
"The spatial collapse on my side came from the northeast," Tristan answered before Pindo could ask.
"Wait for me a moment."
Pindo picked up several stones from the ground and hurled them across the water.
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