"The walking corpses around us have gradually begun to stop moving. The wraiths won't disappear, but they won't be nearly as aggressive either." Pindo rubbed his eyes and spoke to Gareth. "We should be able to relax now."
"That's enough. A few wraiths can't possibly hurt me, so don't worry." Gareth gave an energetic smile, then her expression turned serious. "Then you have passed my trial, Knight Pindo."
Pindo stood silently across from Gareth, his expression calm.
"You have passed the trial known as [Bravery]. Therefore, I shall entrust one of the keys to victory into your hands."
Gareth held out her hand and placed a spatial fragment shimmering with rainbow light into Pindo's palm, then clasped his hand.
Pindo's heart sank slightly, because he knew Gareth would give him something, just like the previous three Knights of the Round Table had.
And that meant Gareth would lose something herself.
"At the same time, I will transfer a portion of my magical energy to you."
"And I will also strip my innate ability, [Magic Resistance], from my Spirit Origin and give it to you as well." Gareth smiled as though it did not matter. "It isn't particularly high-ranking Magic Resistance, so I hope you will not disdain it, Sir Pindo."
". Gareth, this..."
Pindo was left somewhat stunned by the shock.
Gareth shook her head and said nothing more, merely silently granting her ability to Pindo.
Anno stood at the very back, leaning against a tree as he sighed.
Gareth was pushing herself too hard.
She had been like this for a very long time, hadn't she?
Because she had been the last knight to join the Round Table, and because her strength ranked near the bottom among them, this girl, worthy of everyone's respect, had always fought so desperately—even