As a tragic hero, Tristan deeply understood that if you couldn't resist, you had to endure.
On both sides were the Kings he was sworn to serve; he had to obey the commands of either, no matter who gave them. This was loyalty, this was atonement, this was…
Being stuck between a rock and a hard place!
Back with the group, Tristan's Archer-Rider Captain approached him and whispered, "Sir… do we really have to lead the way? Isn't that a bit rash?"
The thought of leading people whose intentions were unclear right to their home, only to be stabbed in the back, was certainly stimulating.
Tristan glanced at him, his eyes narrowed, making the man feel quite small.
"And what do you suggest? That we turn back and fight them? That's the King! You newly summoned knights might not understand, but she is Great Britain's greatest King! No one can match her in strategy or martial arts. I once fell in battle and failed to protect My King in her final moments. That is my responsibility, and now I wish to be a good knight."
Tristan stated that he wanted to be a good person; he just wanted to be loyal to the King. As for which King…
He wanted to be loyal to both!
"Sir… if the King heard you say that, do you think she would forgive you?"
Tristan: "…"
That stung. Tristan understood that if he really brought these people back, he'd be dead.
The King might not do anything to him, but the unstable Agravain would definitely kill him, and Gawain, who hated traitors most, wouldn't show him any mercy either.
So, a choice had to be made.
Should he still lead the team back to the Holy City, reluctantly but helplessly standing against it and being hunted down?
Or directly side with My King behind him, becoming completely hostile to the Holy City?
Or… still burn everything for the Lion King, for the Holy City?
Tristan walked forward in silence, continuously pondering his next choice. As he thought, they entered the mountains.
Rolling mountains covered a vast area, stretching as far as the eye could see, but there was a main road that cut straight through.
Seeing this, the Archer-Rider Captain's eyes lit up and he said, "Sir! This area! We have people here!"
Tristan's eyes opened when he heard this.
"Exactly. She would definitely draw her sword against My King. She is the Rebellious Knight, after all! And she should have quite a few rangers with her! They'll certainly be able to stop My King, and that way, we can slip away without a problem."
A smile appeared on Tristan's lips. This way, there would be no problem. Was he defying the King's orders? No! This was just because the King hadn't kept up!
Without further ado, Tristan ordered a few archers, who were still nimble on their feet, to quickly rush into the mountains during a downhill section to find support.
He, meanwhile, slowed his pace and advanced leisurely with his subordinates.
Behind them.
Mo Shuying watched it all with one eye closed. Of course, he couldn't know what they were saying, but those archers running off surely meant they were sending a message.
"My King… your knight isn't very reliable."
Mo Shuying told Artoria what he had seen. Artoria frowned slightly, seeming a bit displeased, but Mash quickly poured a cup of soda and handed it over. Artoria drank half of it in one gulp, and her expression relaxed.
"Tristan wasn't like this originally. He's a loyal and dependable knight. The reason he's like this must be due to his current state, like Mad Enhancement. He must have been granted some special status when he was summoned, which made him this way."
Artoria could sense Tristan's abnormality. Both his behavior and personality were no longer those of the sorrowful knight she knew.
"So, should we… slash! Anyway, we know how to get to the Holy City. Following him was just to see if we could get directly into the city."
Mo Shuying made a throat-slitting gesture. Artoria was silent for a moment, then shook her head.
"He has not yet betrayed this King, so no."
Artoria rejected Mo Shuying's suggestion. Mo Shuying nodded and didn't press the issue. Anyway…
There would be plenty of battles with the Knights of the Round Table later, so let Artoria take it easy for now.
The group entered the mountains. About twenty minutes later, Tristan's ears twitched; he heard the dense sound of hooves.
"They're here."
Tristan continued forward imperceptibly. Soon, a large troop of cavalry appeared on the road ahead! Their black armor was dull, and leading them was a blonde girl in white and red armor. The girl's expression was very excited! From afar, she spotted Artoria's All-Terrain Vehicle, slapped her horse's flank, and charged forward again!
"To the side!"
Tristan immediately ordered his subordinates to move to the side of the road to avoid being hit by the cavalry.
The blonde girl charged past Tristan without even glancing at him.
But Tristan was excited. He opened his eyes, ready to watch a great battle.
"Rebellious Knight Mordred! This might be destiny. Let me see if you truly have the right to fight My King!"
Tristan's eyes held a hint of anticipation and a madness for battle. The Archer-Rider Captain next to him tugged at Tristan, signaling that it was time to slip away, to retreat while Mordred held Artoria back.
But Tristan waved his hand, stopping the Archer-Rider Captain's movement. He wanted to watch! To see what the Battle of Camlann, which he had missed, was all about!
Then…
"Hah!"
Just as the warhorse was about to charge the All-Terrain Vehicle, Mordred suddenly leaped high from its back!
Her heavily armored body was as light as a swan in the air, completing three and a half rotations before landing!
*"Bang!"*
Mordred landed heavily on one knee, creating a small crater in the ground. Then, her shout rang out!
"Greetings, King (Father)!"
Tristan: "..."
Tristan was stunned, and so was his Archer-Rider Captain. What was happening?
"Oh, it's Little Mo, is it? The same Little Mo from before?"
Artoria dismounted and stepped forward to help Little Mo up.
"Mm! My memories synchronized after I disappeared, hehe~ Since we last parted, I've been waiting for King (Father) and everyone to arrive. I've waited for so long!"
Around Artoria, Little Mo truly seemed like a child, already a bit playful the moment they met.
Artoria smiled and reached out to smooth Mordred's disheveled hair. This action caught Mordred by surprise. She turned to Mo Shuying, her gaze questioning, as if asking how King (Father) had become so gentle!
"Ahem… your King (Father) recovered her Holy Sword and regained her past memories. She is now the true King Arthur."
Mo Shuying clarified for Mordred. He, the knight, never expected that the Mordred of this Singularity would be an ally.
"So that's it! That's wonderful!"
Mordred's eyes sparkled. If that was the case... did she just conquer another King (Father)? If so...
What a sense of accomplishment!
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