"This is southeast of the lake."
Pindo had already sensed the magical energy of the next Knight of the Round Table. He glanced up at the sun and estimated their current position.
"Sir Gawain."
At the name that had appeared in Pindo's senses, Mash's eyes lit up.
"Every one of them is someone we haven't seen in so long."
Anno stood by the lakeshore and spoke with a sigh.
In truth, he still felt quite proud—not only of these juniors, but also of this land.
Even after death, they had all, without prior arrangement, offered up their Saint Graphs for the same goal. Anno believed that few in this world possessed such resolve and mutual understanding.
"If we travel through the night, we should be able to reach Sir Gawain around dawn."
After estimating the distance and time, Pindo spoke to Anno and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
He was asking for their opinion. It was nearly dark now—should they continue onward?
"Let's keep going. We'll only be able to rest easy once we get there sooner." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded to Pindo.
"Understood. Then let's continue. The forest can be dangerous at night, so we need to stay alert." Pindo moved to the front to lead the way.
Mash and Anno exchanged smiles before following behind Pindo.
Walking at the very front, Pindo kept one hand on his sword hilt, harboring a few doubts.
It was not because of that dream, but because—
This sword probably would not last much longer.
The Holy Spear's magical energy was never something an ordinary weapon could endure. This sword was certainly well-made, but it could not escape the limits of being a "mundane weapon." It lacked the legends and reinforcement of a Noble Phantasm; it was just an ordinary metal sword. Its surface had already become