"Urgent news from the north! Our King Arthur has won a great victory! Our king is victorious!"
"Our king is victorious!"
"Our king is victorious!"
Armored messengers raced through Kerimud City, eagerly delivering the joyful news of victory to its people.
As the news spread from mouth to mouth, everyone in the city, young and old, men and women alike, learned that Arthur, the King of Knights, had personally fought the enemy commander and returned victorious.
Smiles lit up their faces.
No one knew who started it, but little by little, they began shouting their king's name and singing her glory.
Only... compared with the jubilation of the city's people, Artoria and the other two who had actually fought were in rather worse shape.
Night fell, and the last glimmer of Shemesh left Gawain's body. Already pushed beyond his limits, he collapsed without a sound as soon as his blessing wore off.
As for Sovell, who had released three seals in one go, his eyes were now flickering uncontrollably between gold and silver. If Artoria hadn't periodically stirred the Red Dragon's magical energy to stimulate the white dragon bloodline within him, using its bestial nature to counterbalance the Holy Spear's divinity, leaving Sovell alone for even a little while would probably have brought Silver out next.
And so King Rodgerens and his daughter Guinevere saw Artoria and Bedivere each carrying a large man on their backs, stumbling slowly toward the city gates.
Artoria was unsteady because she was somewhat drained herself, and because the difference in height between her and Sovell was so great.
But Sir Bedivere, who had watched the battle from the sidelines, was stumbling purely because Gawain was so heavy that he could barely carry him anymore!
*How did that youngster Gringolet carry this gorilla around while