CHAPTER 4 All Their Battles They were running, feet pounding through the inside of the castle—dashing through halls, running up stairs, heading to the top. They went up—earnestly up—resting not for a second and continuing to sprint. Something popped into Luna’s mind. “In a one-on-one fight, Luna, there’s no need to win. Well, I don’t think you have a chance at winning, even if you boost your abilities and put up a good fight. As we know, the enemy is all-powerful. We might beat them down one by one if we fight as a group…but we won’t make it on time. Tomorrow is ever closer. The enemy doesn’t need to defeat us. If they could buy enough time, the Wild Hunt will begin. They will have won. “The most integral part of the plan is that we go up against King Arthur with Luna, the one who isn’t intimidated by him, and Sir Galahad, the strongest one. We need you not to sustain any real wounds and conserve as many of our fighters as possible until then. I know this sounds like an average plan, but we need to split our forces to whittle down his supporters. Those divided will devote themselves to keeping the enemy forces at bay and buying time. “We’ll give you a chance to conquer King Arthur… That’s the only way we can do this. To put it bluntly, we need sacrifices. Since we’re limited on time, I could only think of one plan that could possibly result in victory. “The question is: Are you ready to go through with this reckless strategy and risk losing some peers…? No, that’s not it. I guess it’s ‘Do you trust us to put our lives on the line to grant you a chance to move ahead with the plan?’” “Thank you, Sir Dinadan… I’m glad we’re on the same team. With my pea brain, I doubt I would have come up with such a bold strategy.” Luna thought over his advice, hand forming a fist. “We’ve cast the dice. All I can do is live up to your expectations!” Luna unlocked her phone and looked at the time. One hour until midnight. Whether she liked it or not, that was when it would all end. …It’s a surprise and a blessing that there hasn’t been a single apparition in the castle. There hadn’t been a solitary snare blocking their way as they ran through the hushed hallways and up the steps… After doing that dozens of times, they finally made it to their destination. “…” In front of them, there was a giant door so large they needed to crane their necks to look at it. The highest floor of Dark Castle Camelot—the throne room. He was there. She could feel that in her soul. King Arthur, the once savior of humanity, now demon lord trying to destroy the world. He was on the other side. She was certain of his presence. It might have been because they shared blood, though they were distant relatives. Ba-dmp, ba-dmp, ba-dmp… Heart pounding for many reasons, Luna took a breath to steady her heart, bracing herself to push open the door. “Hey… Glad you made it.” Deep into the room was King Arthur, sitting majestically on his throne. “Now that’s unexpected… Based on your personality, I thought you’d never risk losing your friends… Maybe someone planted a different idea in your head? Sir Dinadan, perhaps?” “…” Luna remained silent as she stared at King Arthur. “…Ha-ha.” Then she noticed the presence of the dark witch, wearing a small smile and waiting by the side. “Is that the dark witch that Sir Lamorak defeated…?” “I guess this is my chance to introduce myself… Luna Artur.” The witch took a step forward, pinching the hem of her robe to curtsy. “Morgan le Fay… King Arthur’s half sister…” “… Morgan…?!” “Oh, right. Or maybe it’s better if I introduce myself like this… It’s me, Tsugumi Mimori.” “Huh?!” Luna opened her eyes wide and stared at her. Since the witch had used Identity Masking up to that moment, the two faces hadn’t matched until then. Now they converged. “Tsugumi…?! …I see. So that’s what’s been going on.” Luna pieced it together. “So everything was in the palm of your hand…” “Not really… I mean, you’re standing in front of me, after all.” Morgan looked at Luna, somewhat displeased. “I worked so hard to get Rintarou Magami to realize he was Merlin, which reinforced his curse to kill King Arthur. According to fate, you’d be erased from this world by Rintarou Magami… We’re one step away from getting that to happen.” Luna remembered the unimaginable fight that had occurred between her and Rintarou during the quest for the Holy Grail. “Yet you’re here… What does that mean? Can a simple human override divine will…?” “…Divine will? What are you talking about?” “Don’t you get it, Luna?” Equipped with her relic trifecta, Sir Galahad stared at the witch. “Morgan le Fay. Morrigan, the youngest of the Three Goddesses of Fate… The protector of humans made enemy of humanity, making her the traitor who colluded with Balor.” “?!” Luna was too surprised to say anything. Ignoring her, Sir Galahad pointed the tip of her sword at Morgan. “The other two Goddesses of Fate—Lady Badb and Lady Macha—will not forgive you. I’m sure it was by their will that I stayed behind in this world to serve as Luna’s Jack. Morgan le Fay. No, Morrigan, I swear on the names of the goddesses that I will defeat you.” “Hmph… The goddess’s mutt sure loves to bark, it seems. You were divinely conceived to be the holiest saint. Do you really think someone made by the gods could win against a goddess? A creation will never conquer its creator.” Daggers shot between Sir Galahad and Morgan as they glared at each other. “Oh my. Seems things are getting amped up…” King Arthur appeared to be enjoying the show, smiling to himself. “Well, Luna.” He turned to face Luna’s group directly again. “Doesn’t this remind you of a cliché final battle between heroes and the last boss?” he joked. Luna scowled. “I think I’m supposed to say: ‘Heroes, you’re here. I’m the king among kings—the demon lord. I’ve been waiting for you, waiting for someone like you to appear… If you join my side, I’ll give you half the world. What do you say? Will you join me?’” “…?!” “The world will be painted over once we start the Wild Hunt. All existing boundaries will be rendered meaningless. We’ll begin an era of survival of the fittest—might will make right, just like the era of legends. Balor backs me. The only resister—Lugh, god of light from the Dananns—can’t do anything from Tir na Nog. I bet you can guess who’ll rule the world post-Catastrophe…” Luna continued to remain silent. “Now that you know, I have a question for you, Luna… Will you join me and take half the world? What’s your reply?” “The answer’s nope.” Luna did not hesitate in the slightest. “Ah-ha-ha. Of course. That’s what you should say as the hero trying to save the world…” King Arthur seemed satisfied… “I don’t want half the world. I want it all,” she said. King Arthur’s eyes went wide. “What?” “You heard me. I want it all. I want everything. I’m no hero of justice—I’m the king. I’m good at being the best and only king. If that’s not on the table, there’s nothing to negotiate.” “Well, so um…?” “Oh, I get it! You can’t handle ruling the whole world by yourself? Heh-heh-heh. I suppose you couldn’t. I mean, you’re a pathetic pushover who surrendered to sorry old Balor. Fine! I’ll blast you away, shoo off Balor, and conquer the world on my own!” Luna drew and readied her sword—her broken Excalibur. Somehow, it didn’t seem sad or sorry in Luna’s hands. “Siiigh… Such a reckless girl, this descendant of mine…” Even King Arthur scratched his head and winced. “… Luna… Even in this situation…,” Sir Kay mumbled. “Ah-ha-ha, I suppose you’ve always been this way, Luna…,” Nayuki said. They seemed slightly disconcerted. “I wanted to avoid hurting my descendants if I could help it…but I’m the demon lord now. I was summoned here at that request, so I can’t resist my purpose. All I can do is perform my role.” King Arthur unsheathed his sword. Shing, screeched the true Excalibur, displaying its might to them all. Its sublime light flooded the throne room. “Come at me, Luna Artur. You have to properly succeed my throne. If you want to become a king to save the world like me, you’ve got to surpass me, the one trying to ruin it.” “You don’t have to tell me twice!” Luna shouted. The throne room changed. The whole world changed. It burst into flames the color of the sunset. “Uh?!” She realized a golden beach spread out before her—a coastline of some small island somewhere. To her right, the horizon was burning red from the setting sun. In the center of the island—lush and green—was a white temple, glowing divinely in the distance. Everything shimmered under the sunset, like this was a dream or paradise. “The legendary island of Avalon.” Morgan’s voice echoed. “The place where the Arthurian legend ends, where King Arthur made his way, wounded in his battle at Camlann, to heal his injuries so he could someday return, and where he went into an eternal rest.” “…You’ve changed the battlegrounds using your Netherworld Transformation…?!” “Exactly. There’s no more appropriate place for this final fight, right?” Luna realized Morgan’s form had transformed—from a witch to a warrior. She wore a crimson dress decorated with the plumage of a black crow, ebony armor, and an ashen cape. Black hair swept to her feet. Her graceful hands held spears—one red and one white, both looking ominous. Her aura—black and divine—could have intimidated the faint of heart with just one look. One of the Three Goddesses of Fate. A goddess of war presiding over destruction, slaughter, revenge, and victory. A divine presence born from concepts of supremacy and authority. The strongest goddess of Celtic mythology used her sixth sense and magic to rule over all conceivable battles. Humans robbed her of her divinity until she’d been degraded into a witch or monster—until she had become a goddess out of luck. Queen Morrigan the Great. Morgan le Fay. Manifesting here and now was the oldest goddess of war in human history. “It’s been so long since I’ve returned to this body… That means the borders between the real world and the illusory world have begun to fuse on this island.” Morgan snickered, bewitchingly and ghastly. It was a chuckle cold enough to lower the temperature to absolute zero. “Don’t think I’ll play nice like before, now that I’m in this body…” “…Don’t lose heart, Luna.” Sir Galahad stepped forward in front of Morgan. David’s Sword, the Real Lance of Longinus, and Joseph of Arimathea’s Shield released a holy light, as if to fight against Morgan’s foul divinity. “I’ll hold back Morrigan. You take King Arthur, Luna.” “I know! Leave him to me! Sir Kay! Nayuki! Let’s get going!” Luna raised her broken sword and charged at him. “Got it, Luna!” Sir Kay yelled. “Roger!” Nayuki cried, following her. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Morgan laughed, flashing the crimson spear in her hand. Magical Celtic Ogham letters zipped through the open air. Dark magic was instantly cast, and shadows spread like sludge toward Luna to obstruct her. “Nuh-uh—Lahat Chereb!” Sir Kay swung Lahat Chereb as hard as she could—the gleaming flames wrapped around and cut through the darkness to open a way out for Luna. “Little shrew! That’s enough!” Morgan, however, didn’t stop her shrill laughter. The white spear in her left hand flashed, and a murder of crows appeared from out of nowhere. These were no regular birds, but phantom crows of darkness created from shadows and chaos itself. They flocked together until they practically filled Luna’s vision. They pursued her as if preparing to peck and consume her. “Haaaaah!” This time, Nayuki released an icy wave and intercepted them. The air instantly froze, giving the scene a dreamlike glow under the dusk. The arctic blast flung the crows off Luna’s back. Using this opportunity, Luna lunged toward King Arthur, who had thrust his sword into the sand of the beach, holding it in both hands. CLANG! Air waves gusted above. Two shadows crossed above Luna’s head. “I won’t let you get Luna!” Sir Galahad flipped through the air upside down as she swung her sword and spear. “Such sly children…!” Morgan swung her two spears, flying like an acrobat. Sir Galahad had intercepted the skyward assault on Luna’s blind spot. Then the knight and witch aimed for each other, trading skilled blows as they fell from the sky. Their crashing blades were constant like background music. “Aaaaaaaaah!” Luna came close enough to King Arthur to reach him with her sword. She swung her broken Excalibur with as much force as she could muster. “Now, come.” King Arthur pulled out his true Excalibur thrust into the beach. The two weapons crossed in the twilight. The impact shook Avalon. The force turned up wind that swirled around the two. Over met swords, Luna and King Arthur glared at each other. “Oh? Your Excalibur won’t break any further, I guess… Too bad. Wait—” King Arthur grinned. “Are you stronger than before?” “Obviously!” “Why?” “Isn’t that obvious?!” Luna didn’t want to lock swords any longer, using momentum to send King Arthur’s sword soaring. Shiiing! An earsplitting crash. Sparks burst. “I’m going to become the king—the greatest one in the world! I’m going to become a true ruler who surpasses you! Otherwise, I can’t show my face to him!” “—?!” King Arthur leaped back, as if overpowered by her energy… Luna didn’t miss a beat. Surrounded by a gust of wind, she struck the retreating king… “Hiiiiiii-yaaaaaah!” Luna cut deep and fast into King Arthur. — “Royal Road—Sword of Destruction!” Sir Mordred screamed as she ran across the wall of a building. Daggers turned into shooting stars and assaulted Sir Balin…but moving at lightning-fast speed was his specialty. “Aaaaaaaaaah!” Without slowing down, he twirled his swords, flicking away, shooting back, and smashing the daggers to pieces. “You shrew!” Sir Balin closed the distance between them in an instant. “Diiiiiiiiiiiie!” He positioned his swords like a pair of level scissors, trying to send her neck flying. “Gaaaaah!” Shiiing! It was just a hair’s breadth. Sir Mordred instantly unsheathed a white sword to hold back the fulcrum of the scissors and prevent her head from being taken off. Only in form, it was Clarent, repaired, the Silver Successor of King’s Blood. “Nnnnnugh?! That’s…!” “Haaaaah!” A hoof hit the ground. Something massive charged at Sir Balin from the side. Sir Dinadan, mounted on a war horse. Sir Dinadan led the horse, sending a spear toward Sir Balin. “Tsk!” Sir Balin knew he wouldn’t be able to take a spear charged by the horse’s momentum. He jumped away from Sir Mordred to dodge it. “Up we go!” Sir Dinadan reined the pony, making it leap. It landed on the roof of a nearby building. “Man, this horse that Nayuki summoned from the legendary era is a fine steed.” “Right, Sir Dinadan… You were always good at jousting… That was your only forte…” “As long as I’m on horseback, I wouldn’t lose, even to Lancy or Trist. But I’m a sorry state when it comes to battles on foot.” The two engaged in casual conversation. “You…!” Sir Balin roared, angry. “So the royal traitor brings a horse to a battle on foot. No pride, it seems… Oh, how the Round Table has fallen!” Sir Balin readied himself, lower and deeper than before. It was almost as though he were a ferocious predator targeting his prey. “I will never forgive you. I, Balin le Savage, will execute the boors for all the wrongs done to the king…! That is my atonement! The single service by which I can repay my king!” “Hmph,” Sir Mordred said self-derisively. “You’re just like the old me, Sir Balin.” “Excuse you? You liken me to a traitor like you?” Sir Balin scowled. “Didn’t you commit crimes during your life? You killed King Arthur’s benefactor, murdered your fellow knights, ruined a kingdom… You’ve spit in the king’s face, even when it felt inauthentic to you. It was an unfortunate fate you couldn’t rebel against.” “…Gh?!” “You swore loyalty to King Arthur more than anyone. I imagine the only one you can’t forgive is yourself. Are you sure you want to swing your sword in service of that King Arthur? For that pitiful thing whose true nature is unrecognizable now?” “Are you making a mockery of my king…?! A traitor has no right to say that!” “Nothing will come from being a prisoner to your past sins and obsessions! I was taught that by Merlin…by Rintarou Magami!” Sir Mordred held her Sword of Destruction and Clarent in her hands as she charged at Sir Balin. A host of daggers flashed around her as she slashed at Sir Balin. “I’ll overcome my sinful past and fight to clear a path to the future! That’s the reason I swing my sword!” Sir Mordred barreled into him. “Hraaaaagh!” Sir Percival leaped into the air with all his might, wielding Klingsor. The silver spear hit King Pellinore with the speed and power of a rail gun. Light flashed. A shock wave diffused. The buildings around them were blown up into rubble. “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! That was a big blow! That smarted a bit, son!” King Pellinore looked like he hadn’t even borne the attack, rushing Sir Percival like a tank engine off its tracks. “Gah… Shi…!” Sir Percival was rendered immobile after unleashing his biggest trick. “Take that!” King Pellinore violently brought down his large sword from over his head. “Stoppppp!” Emma beat him to the chase, cutting in. “Royal Road—Slashing Sword!” She used her Royal Road, driving her sword into King Pellinore’s chest. The raised sword gleamed, burning away the night. Emma was known as the best sword fighter among Kings. That was a critical hit. According to the legends, the blade could slice through all substances known to man, but it didn’t leave a wound even a fraction of an inch deep on King Pellinore. “Th-that couldn’t possibly… Why…?!” “Feeeble!” King Pellinore swept his large sword from the side. Emma immediately met his blade. “Aaaaaaaah?!” She was sent flying like a baseball, right into a building, which collapsed on impact. “…Guh.” She somehow got up by using her sword as a cane, but she was a mess. “Emma?! Are you all right?!” Sir Percival readied his spear and stood to protect her. King Pellinore called out to her. “Emma, is it?! You don’t have the guts to stand on this battlefield! Withdraw!” “…?!” Emma stopped coughing, opening her eyes wide and freezing in place. “One glance, and I knew! You’re the weakest one in the King Arthur Succession Battle!” King Pellinore turned the point of his sword at her. “Flimsy blade! Without your little tricks, you lack the ambitions to be king! Nothing about you is inspiring. You don’t have the magnetism that makes all yield to your power! The king’s sword is no cheap trick! Your sword’s strength signifies your power! That’s what charges our swings! That’s what makes it hefty, so others won’t dare to approach you!” “Wh-what…?!” “Little lass! Your swordsmanship is magnificent, I admit, though you’re an enemy! You might have passed for someone in the era of ancients! But you’re empty! A borrowed mission, a borrowed reason, a borrowed sword! You refined your technique based on what others told you to do! You’re an empty husk! I know, because I’m a weak king myself, though I’ve sworn my allegiance to King Arthur! As proof, I came out unscathed from a blow delivered by the Slashing Sword replica! Your feathery blade tells me your whole story!” Emma couldn’t refute him, going silent and hanging her head. The tip of her sword drooped down. “Battles aren’t about using clever little tricks! They’re all about raw power! Power against power—now that’s a real battle! So withdraw! Your flimsy blade won’t harm me, even if you hit me a million times! Be obedient and let me spar my own son! Gwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” “Gah… Father… You pig…” Sir Percival’s face twisted in hate. “…Emma, don’t let this guy get to you. This is just his personality…” He tried to do something to get Emma standing back up again, but… “…Emma?” Emma had passed by Sir Percival, unsteady on her feet. “…You’re right. King Pellinore,” she muttered, head hanging still. “I have no sense of self. I tried to become king and fought—to do what I was told. I don’t have anything that I want to accomplish as king. I don’t even care about saving the world… And I still feel that way, even though the world is about to end.” “Oh?” “My sword is flimsy… You’re right. But…” Emma lifted her head and looked straight at King Pellinore. For some reason, she thought of Sir Lamorak—maybe because King Pellinore and Sir Percival were related to her former Jack. Sir Lamorak… The knight had been saddled with a darkness that no ordinary person could understand. She had been terribly at odds with it, even suffering because of it. She wasn’t evil by nature. That was why she’d acted so kindly toward Emma, always seeking a path and something to rely on. That was why she wielded her sword. …Now that I think about it, Sir Lamorak was on the same boat as me… Just like I blindly tried to become king, she didn’t know what to do with her life… But right now, I’m… Emma felt like she had almost caught sight of something—of the path she was meant to take and one she wanted to go down. It was what she should have used to order her Jack as King. “…Even this flimsy sword has some willpower behind it right now.” “Oh?!” asked King Pellinore. “Even if the world were to end, I would never do anything that would make me ashamed to face my master… He offered a hand to someone as shallow as me…! Rintarou told me to think about what I live for… He said he would help me figure it out… He gave me a place to belong…! And I cherish it! That’s why I’ll fight to protect this world, even if my blade is weak!” Emma readied her sword. Watch over me, Sir Lamorak. I don’t care even if I don’t become the king…I’m going to use this sword to clear the way to my path in life! Emma prepared herself mentally, unyielding and undeterred, as she pinned a stare at the mighty King Pellinore. “…” King Pellinore went silent for a while… “Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! That’s more like it!” he roared, looking delighted. “Seems you have it in you! You’ve got it! That’s the spirit! I apologize for my insults! I’ll reflect on my actions! You may engage in battle with me! Now show me how much weight you can put behind that feathery sword!” he roared. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” King Pellinore started to charge at Emma and Sir Percival like a tank engine. “Hi-yaaaaah!” Emma placed all her cultivated skills and all her weight—her mental fortitude—in the tip of her sword as she met King Pellinore. “Yaaaaaaaah!” “Fwwwwh!” Jumping from building to building, Felicia and Mr. Kujou crossed swords. Felicia thrust her blade, slicing through the air, raising it above her head to make it come crashing down hard. Mr. Kujou repelled it, sword flashing from the side as he slashed up a storm. Felicia’s rapier and Mr. Kujou’s long sword clashed, creating shock waves. At first glance, it looked like they were a decent match, but… “I knew this was all you could do!” Mr. Kujou’s switchback was violent. “Uh?!” Missing the chance to parry, Felicia’s entire body went flying before falling fast at a forty-five-degree angle. She was hammered into the wall of a building, which started to collapse. “Gah?! Cough?!” Felicia instantly kicked off the falling rubble, narrowly escaping with her life. Even though all her bones had been fractured, Spring’s Abundant Harvest Wind—fairy magic—cloaked Felicia in its glitter and healed her broken bones. But the recovery hurt like hell. Her face twisted as she was unable to do anything except wait for the process to finish. “…You’re not enough to take me on… Don’t you get it, Felicia?” Mr. Kujou leaped down to stand in front of her. The sword in his hand was the Military Conquest Steel Sword. Blessed with the power to exceed his opponent, it was the strongest Excalibur of them all. “I think I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to buy time as Luna attacks the castle… Right?” “Obviously. That’s why I’m going to engage with you as long as I live, Lord Gloria…” Felicia wiped away the blood on her mouth and readied her sword. She had long since invoked her Royal Road, which emitted a radiance that dulled her opponent’s power and movements. “I see. So you’re desperately trying to get at my level… What a horrible miscalculation.” Mr. Kujou raised his own sword. The Military Conquest Steel Sword. It spelled certain victory in a one-on-one battle. “Try all you want to weaken my power. My sword always creates a fixed difference in power between us. It allows me to overpower you… You can’t reverse that outcome—ever.” “…It does seem that way, doesn’t it…?” Felicia allowed her eyes to dart to the side. “Sir Lancelooot?!” “Sir Gawain!” The two knights were trading blows like never seen before. Maybe trading blows was the wrong way to describe it, seeing as one knight was doing most of the trading. Sir Gawain was swinging his sword with terrifying force, rushing in like a storm that threatened to leave everyone dead in its wake. On the other hand… “Hmph.” Sir Lancelot indifferently handled the blows with his sword and thrust his blade, hewing away at Sir Gawain in an artful manner. Whenever Sir Gawain swung, Sir Lancelot’s counterattack would gouge into him. Even though he was drenched in blood, Sir Gawain would not falter. Every time he strengthened his blows, Sir Lancelot would use that power to his advantage and counter. “Aaaaaaaaaah!” Sir Gawain hollered even louder, attacking the other knight. As they crossed swords, they faced each other and shouted. “Ha-ha-ha! This unbalanced battle…! Reminds me of our three-day battle in France…! Oh, memories!” “You’re wrong…!” Sir Lancelot parried Sir Gawain’s sword and thrust at the knight’s shoulder. “You seem completely different…!” “Nothing’s changed! I could never reach you! Just like now!” “You’re wrong…!” Ga-shiiiiing! Sir Gawain and Sir Lancelot had started to fight at close range. “…I was jealous of you, Sir Lancelot… I worshipped you.” “…” “I wanted to become a knight who could stand by you… I wanted to win against you.” “…” “But nothing worked. I couldn’t reach your level in fame or in King Arthur’s trust. Because of that…I took the wrong path. I ended up taking a different road from you. Because I’m weak.” “…” “Look…I was summoned to this world, and I’ve fought alongside Felicia…and that made me realize it again… There is something that matters more than prestige or winning or losing—something more precious than those things.” “…” “When I realized that… I felt like I had gotten closer to reaching your level.” “…” “I fight for Felicia. I fight for this world. Just as you fought in the legendary era…for the king, for the queen, for the country… You know, you were always fighting for someone.” “…” “Hey, Sir Lancelot, you’re my greatest rival and my eternal goal. I wish…you would remain far from my reach forever. I wish I could continue chasing after you. I don’t want to see you feel bad about yourself and the Round Table or resentful of the world! I want you to be someone I aspire to forever! So—” Everything went down in an instant. Sir Lancelot forcibly unlocked their swords and struck at Sir Gawain. It sounded like a thunderbolt assaulted him. He barely managed to defend himself in time. “…That’s enough humoring you for now,” spat Sir Lancelot after leaping to take his distance. He wasn’t ridiculing Sir Gawain…so much as he was trying to drown him out. “I can’t go back to who I used to be!” he said. “I will grant Lord Kujou’s and King Arthur’s wishes. With the way I am now, that’s all I have left! I’ve failed to protect the things I wanted to! What other choice do I have?!” “Sir Lancelot…!” Sir Gawain smiled unexpectedly. “I’ve never…wanted to win against you more than at this very moment.” “Hmm? Didn’t you just tell me you have something that’s more important than winning?”
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