The exchange among the Knights of the Round Table was truly eye-opening. People in the real world were already shouting "666," and netizens from the Napoleonic Empire had even flooded the Holy Britannian Empire's internet to taunt them directly, asking if these were the "united and loving" Knights of the Round Table they admired so much.
They really were so united and loving. Love it, love it.
Naturally, this infuriated Britannian netizens, who immediately launched another round of online arguments. However, the situation in the Light Screen footage left them at an inherent disadvantage.
There was no helping it. The interactions between the Knights of the Round Table were simply speechless. Anyone unaware of the context might have thought this was the imperial court of a dying dynasty, overrun by monsters and demons.
Seriously, regarding the refugees fleeing through the gate, while it did count as Gawain's dereliction of duty, was it really necessary for him to lose his life over it?
Tristan was something else entirely. He actually acted as if Gawain absolutely had to be punished and killed. Without question, he was the most outrageous one there. Only cruel, cold-blooded jealousy of the worthy could describe him. He had the look of a classic treacherous minister.
At this moment, at Heavenly King International High School, the three teacher buddies wore solemn expressions.
More specifically, Tristan and Gawain looked solemn, while Lant, seated between them, was slightly awkward.
Then Gawain spoke. "Tristan, although it was indeed wrong for the me in the Light Screen footage to let Chaldea and the refugees go, I think your desire to kill me outright was a little extreme."
Tristan nodded deeply. "Indeed. That is what I think as well. Clearly, the me in the Light Screen footage had a twisted personality."
"After all,