"Well now, little miss over there, stop looking at me so suspiciously. I'm not using fairy power—this is magic unique to me."
Apparently sensing Mordred's worried gaze, Robin did not turn around, merely smiling as she spoke.
She had already reached Pindo's side. After examining his condition, she clicked her tongue. "How awful. I don't know what happened to you, but it must have hurt."
A branch-like stick appeared in her hand. Mordred and Anno could even see fresh green leaves growing from it.
"Heave-ho!" Robin swung the stick as though using tremendous force, then lightly tapped Pindo on the head.
"Little sapling, give this poor fellow some magical energy!"
Bzzzz—
Along with that rather strange yet adorable incantation, the haziness that had been intermittently washing over Pindo and his obvious weakness vanished almost instantly. Yet Pindo's condition remained poor.
"Mmm... I can only do this much." Robin shook her head helplessly, then looked at Anno and shrugged.
"Thank you, Robin." Anno nodded lightly, then walked over to Pindo, lifted him out of the crater, and laid him on the ground so he could rest properly.
As he did so, Anno glanced at Mordred and sighed softly.
He could tell that this young knight, like Percival and himself, had anchored this place with her own Saint Graph.
How should he put it? No wonder this group of people had all sat at the same table.
"He's still in danger. If possible, it would be best to find a Master to form a contract with him. Only then will his condition truly stabilize." Robin added another remark, but then her expression turned troubled. "Still, in his current state... he should technically still count as a Servant, but the nature of his Saint Graph has changed. At the very least, he's lost