"Then, are you willing to become a knight under my command once more?"
"Even if this time, there is no one to knight you, and no one to witness your battles."
"Even I cannot see the road ahead of you, and all that awaits you are powerful enemies."
"Even so, are you willing?"
Anno stood straight and tall, solemnly looking at the knight kneeling on one knee before him.
This was a right he possessed. In fact, even among the original Round Table, Anno's status had been second only to King Arthur Artoria.
The "status" referred to here was not seniority or rank, but simply position.
He was Britain's landless earl. By rights, most of those at the Round Table should have addressed him as "Lord Earl."
But everyone had been comrades-in-arms, and the Round Table had brought them closer together. Anno himself did not care much about forms of address, so everyone simply called him "Sir Anno."
In truth, given Anno's achievements, he could easily have named a piece of British land "Anno's Domain." Yet what he wanted did not seem to be an aristocratic life. He had always lived in a small castle on the outskirts of Britain, built atop a hill.
"Yes, sir. I am willing to become a knight again." Pindo's expression was equally solemn. He raised his head and looked up at his teacher.
Anno looked at Pindo kneeling before him and could not help but sigh.
How familiar this scene was to him.
A lone young man had barged into the army and been dragged before him by a group of burly warriors. Before Anno could even question him, the boy had dropped to his knees and asked with a resolute expression to become a knight.
At that time, Britain's strongest knightly order had