"I will transfer a portion of the magical energy carrying Longinus's power into your Saint Graph."
The two Knights of the Round Table faced each other, Percival's gaze grave.
"At the same time, I will hand this over to you as well."
He opened his hand. Resting in the center of Percival's palm was a fragment created when space had shattered.
"I understand. Thank you for your help, Sir Percival."
Pindo nodded and grasped Percival's hand.
Strictly speaking, transferring magical energy should have been impossible, because it was equivalent to tearing off a small piece of one's own Saint Graph and grafting it onto someone else's.
But at this moment, both of them understood that this was necessary if Pindo's Saint Graph was to return to its former strength—or even go beyond it.
"This is what I don't like about you knights."
Robin, who had been sitting nearby and watching, shook her head. "No matter what you do, you have to follow every rule to the letter. There's no freedom at all."
"Wouldn't it be better to live freely, doing whatever you wanted?"
"Knights have a knight's way of life, and fairies have a fairy's way of life." It was not Anno who said this, but Mash, standing beside him. Her expression was serious. "Knights cannot live as fairies do, and naturally, fairies cannot live as knights do."
Robin rolled her eyes.
"Okay, okay, I get it."
"Mr. Anno must have realized it much earlier, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka kept her eyes on Pindo and Percival as she smiled at Anno. "When Mr. Percival used magecraft to make everything around us heavy, Mr. Pindo must have already begun adapting to the magical energy of the Spear of Longinus."
"You saw through it clearly. You've improved quite a bit compared to when