Sovell, who harbored such thoughts at that moment, had no idea how profoundly his actions that day would affect his future self. But all of that was a story for another time.
The next day, Artoria selected Sovell, Percival, and Bedivere to accompany her and led five thousand cavalry and five thousand archers to reinforce Camlird.
As for their official justification, they certainly could not call it "suppressing a rebellion."
The claim that King Liens intended to "make an example" of his target was merely a rumor circulating among the common folk.
After all, he was not yet confident enough to openly challenge the Pendragon Royal Court.
Thus, his ostensible reason for attacking King Rodgerens was his supposed desire for Guinevere's beauty.
But anyone with eyes could tell that if King Liens would go to such lengths over a woman, he would never have secured his current position as a regional ruler.
The white-haired young man pondered this as water clung to his Kelpie's hooves, cushioning the jolts of the ride.
That was another advantage of riding a phantasmal species. In another few decades or a century, they would probably have all but vanished from the human world.
Sovell rode on the right side of the vanguard. He looked toward Artoria, who occupied the central position ahead and to his left. The girl's eyes, devoid of joy or sorrow, drew another sigh from him.
Lia...
He did not know why Artoria had become like this.
He also knew why Artoria had become like this.
Sometimes, Sovell even wondered whether that lively, energetic girl he had once traveled with had ever truly existed.
Yet the feelings that lingered in his heart constantly reminded him that she had not been an illusion.
Sovell clenched his right hand. The pain of his nails