"Although I accepted your invitation to fight,"
"Your side is unexpectedly peaceful."
Pindo looked around at the beautiful forest and tranquil lake, finding it somewhat unexpected.
"Well, how should I put this..." Gawain scratched his head. "There were indeed some monsters and fairies wandering around here at first, but I cleared them out rather quickly."
"Compared to the places where the other Knights of the Round Table were, Sir Gawain, this place is far too peaceful." Mash shook her head.
Gawain already knew her identity. Just as with the previous Knights of the Round Table, after a brief moment of surprise, Gawain accepted the fact.
She could sense that it was a kind of trust in a comrade.
They trusted Galahad's judgment. He would not have chosen the wrong person.
Even Anno, her grandfather, was the same.
That only made Mash even more curious about Galahad.
"Which knights have you met already?" Gawain sat on the ground, looking curious.
"Sir Percival, Sir Mordred, Sir Tristan, Sir Gareth, and Sir Anno. Sir Gawain, you are the sixth Knight of the Round Table we have encountered on our journey," Mash counted them off before asking Gawain, "So which Knight of the Round Table were you to be summoned here?"
"I was the third," Gawain replied directly.
"Then that means only the identity of the sixth Knight of the Round Table summoned here remains unknown."
Mash recalled, "And that knight should be north of Sir Gawain."
The first was Anno, guarding the north side of the lake. The second was Lancelot to the northeast. The third was Gawain to the southeast. The fourth was Tristan to the southwest. The fifth was Gareth to the south. The seventh was Mordred to the west. The eighth was Percival to the northwest.
The ninth and tenth