"Honestly." Percival sat on a bench at the village entrance, rubbing his head.
He understood what Anno meant. Any strength had to be earned by oneself, and the same applied to Pindo.
But although Pindo had now discarded his Spirit Origin, the foundation he had built as one of the Knights of the Round Table still remained.
Pindo had not lost a knight's etiquette or a knight's spirit, yet Anno had asked him to set such a test for Pindo.
No.
What Anno wanted to test was definitely not something as simple as etiquette or spirit.
Pindo had undoubtedly possessed those things long ago and had never forgotten them. He was an outstanding knight—there was no question about it.
Moreover, Pindo did not lack resolve. That much was clear from his willingness to completely abandon his Spirit Origin in order to save Britain.
So the most important goal was still to allow Sir Pindo to receive his blessing and truly forge his Spirit Origin anew.
Forge his own Spirit Origin...
He looked at the Holy Spear standing beside him and stroked his chin.
Was the important thing a trial that could make Sir Pindo stronger?
Pindo followed behind Fujimaru Ritsuka. Although he had spoken solemnly before, his heart still felt heavy.
Though he had already made his decision, he still felt an overwhelming sense of urgency and pressure.
Day had broken. According to Tristan's estimate, the flood would burst through the dam in fourteen days, shatter the Knights of the Round Table's Spirit Origins, and sweep across all of Britain.
Could he truly gather enough magical energy before then to enter the Fairy Realm and kill the true culprit?
Anno glanced back at the worried Pindo but said nothing.
Pindo kept walking with his head lowered, never noticing Anno's gaze.