"Whew-you're right, Lancelot."
Sovell took a deep breath, affirming Lancelot's words. As though he had made up his mind, he continued:
"Lancelot, that's all for today's lesson. Head back to the Royal Palace first. I still have something to discuss with these two."
"Understood. I shall take my leave."
Seeing Sovell's hands clenched so tightly that they trembled, Lancelot understood. He bowed, then left the courtyard and headed toward the Royal Palace.
Sovell raised a barrier and led the two of them into the room.
The wind carried a teapot and three small cups onto the table, filling each cup seven-tenths full. Sovell took a small sip and said solemnly:
"Lia, Kay, it's time for us to set out."
Hearing Sovell say this, Kay already had an inkling of what he meant:
"Set out... you mean?"
"Exactly."
Sovell confirmed Kay's guess. After draining his cup, the boy stood and addressed the two still sipping their tea:
"We're going back to Saynor Manor to prepare to raise an army.
Let the name of 'King Arthur' ring out across all of Britain!"
Yet despite Sovell's righteous declaration, Kay had some reservations:
"But... it hasn't even been three years since we left Saynor Manor for Benwick.
Wouldn't it be a little hasty to have Artoria take the throne as King Arthur now?"
"No. The sooner we raise an army, the more favorable the overall situation will be for us.
The white dragon summoned foreign peoples to invade Britain in my father's name. Their soldiers had already set foot in Wales three years ago.
I started thinking about this even before Sir Tristan's letter arrived a month ago.
If we keep hesitating, will the people's last haven disappear too?
And now, what happened to Sir Tristan has been a wake-up call. We must unite