Sovell threw his head back and laughed.
From six years ago until today, he could hardly remember the last time he had gone all out.
It was not that no one was worthy of his full strength.
He simply had never had the chance.
Artoria, Merlin, and Percival could all give him a thoroughly satisfying fight.
But of the first two, one was his king, so he could hardly attack her. The other was nowhere to be seen all day-who the hell knew where he was off seducing respectable women?
As for Percival, if he got serious, with the spear Longinus in his hands, he could certainly force Sovell to go all out.
But Sovell also needed to hide his half-dragon identity from the common people, which made fighting inconvenient.
In other words, in the six years since he had left Avalon, excluding the two unforeseen incidents when his dragon blood ran wild and the White Dragon came knocking, only one person had made him use his full strength.
Even if it had lasted only an instant, there had been just one person.
That person was Gawain.
Six years ago, Sovell had already given his assessment: the blessing under the sun, the Sun's Holy Sword, and a spirit willing to sacrifice himself for others.
Barring anything unexpected, Gawain would undoubtedly become one of the finest knights in all of Britain, in both character and martial prowess.
And now, Gawain had truly delivered a performance that satisfied Sovell.
So...
"Gawain! The man you are now deserves my full strength once again!"
Watching the white robe and armguards on the man before him gradually dissolve, just as his helmet had earlier, revealing a pair of dragon claws, Gawain understood that he would need every ounce of concentration to face Sovell in the