As Heimdall explained, the spectators, human and divine alike, gained a rough understanding of Durandal's background. Some gods could not help but look upon her with greater disdain.
They had thought she was someone remarkable, but she was merely a modern-day holy knight. A mere holy knight dared to challenge Poseidon at sea?
Even the earlier introduction—that Durandal was a genius without limits, that whoever could not kill her would ultimately be killed by her—was nothing but absurd nonsense to them.
Those unable to kill her must have been weaklings. Of course weaklings would be killed! The strong would simply slaughter her outright. What was this nonsense about those who could not kill her being killed by her? Wasn't that stating the obvious?
Even the first holy knight, Roland—no, even Joan of Arc, the Saint of France—could not resist the gods. Could a modern-day holy knight possibly slay a god?
And the opponent she faced was Poseidon, the god of the sea.
"Roland, is that your disciple?"
After hearing Heimdall's introduction, a French Heroic Spirit among the human camp looked at the man beside him in surprise. It was Roland, the holy knight of this world.
He had not expected humanity's representative in the third match against Poseidon to be connected to Roland. But why not simply send Roland himself?
As the first holy knight and the first owner of Durandal, the Sword of Angels, wasn't he the more suitable choice?
"She is probably just a child who inherited my chivalric spirit."
Roland looked gently at Durandal on the isolated island. To step forward for humanity's survival—she was indeed an exceptionally qualified knight.
He could not help feeling proud.
Roland had been the foremost of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins in the eighth century, making immortal contributions to the founding of the