In the Fairy Country of Britain, humans are rely slaves to the fairies, toys for the fairies, resources for their amusent and entertainnt.
Compared to the fairies, humans in the Fairy Country of Britain are not only short-lived but also weak, seen by most fairies as insignificant beings akin to ants.
In the Fairy Country of Britain, there are even farms dedicated to breeding humans, where humans are managed and raised like cattle and sheep.
In the grand dining hall of Oxford, humans might even be used as food for the fairies; in the port city of Norwich, humans might serve as cheap labor assisting the fairies; and in the fashion capital of Gloucester, humans might beco commodities traded by the fairies.
One can imagine the status of humans in the Fairy Country of Britain.
It is only in Salisbury that humans are treated a bit better.
Despite the situation, the human knight standing before Reiger displayed an aura more formidable than that of powerful warriors among the fairies.
"I am Pasival, as Alberon said, a human like you." Pasival smiled at Reiger, his attitude gentle and friendly, even sowhat joyful: "I am very pleased to et a strong human like you, able to defeat the Elf Knight Bagster alone; you are indeed impressive, just as Altoria and the others ntioned."
Pasival had long heard of Reiger from Altoria and the others.
In fact, Pasival had been paying attention to Reiger even before eting Altoria.
After all, Reiger had stirred things up across Britain as the prophesied child, repeatedly repelling the Elf Knights and the Queen’s army.
Even when it was later revealed that he was not the prophesied child, Pasival still did not underestimate Reiger.
A human capable of repeatedly repelling the Elf Knights and the Queen’s army, valued by Queen Morgan, and elevated to Prince of Britain—such a person could not possibly be ordinary.
The opposition to the Queen’s army from Reiger aligns closely with the stance of the Round Table army, so in Pasival’s mind, Reiger is certainly a friend, not a foe.
Additionally, Altoria and the others frequently ntion him, holding him in high regard, giving Pasival even more reason to pay attention to him.
During these months, Pasival had the Round Table army gather intelligence to find Reiger, but they had been unsuccessful.
Now, Reiger has appeared himself and helped them repel the Queen’s army. Both emotionally and logically, Pasival has reason to express his friendliness.
"Pasival?" Reiger also gave the other person a deep look and said, "I have long admired your na."
It wasn’t just because the other was related to the Round Table army.
Pasival, this na exists in the pan-human history.
He is one of the Round Table knights in the Arthurian legend and also the second seat among the Round Table knights, akin to Lancelot, Gawain, and others, and is reputed as one of the strongest Round Table knights.
He is called the Loyal Knight, but sotis also referred to as the Pure Fool.
Unlike Gawain and Lancelot, who wield swords, Pasival is skilled with guns and has personally witnessed the Holy Grail miracle. He is the owner of "another Holy Lance."
In the Arthurian legend, Pasival, like Galahad, is a Holy Grail Knight, and the Holy Lance Longinus he wields once pierced Jesus’s chest and killed deities.
Of course, in the Fairy Country of Britain’s Lostbelt, Pasival is not the Holy Grail Knight wielding the Holy Lance Longinus.
However, Reiger imdiately noticed that the gun Pasival was holding now was definitely a sacred lance not inferior to Longinus.
Even though Reiger had never seen this gun, he knew its origins.
"...This is the chosen lance once sealed in the grand cathedral of Salisbury, isn’t it?"
Reiger spoke mysteriously, causing Habettelot beside him to fall silent.
"You know of this gun’s existence too?" Pasival scratched his head with a wry smile: "I was just lucky to earn this gun’s recognition and pulled it out."
"It’s not sothing that can be explained away by re luck, you know?" Reiger spoke either intentionally or unintentionally: "Moreover, pulling out this gun might not necessarily be a good thing."
During the Fairy Era 400, Tettelot said that due to so foolish things done by the fairies, Bramble’s heart was filled with negative emotions, causing the chosen lance to reverse and beco a weapon of ill nature.
Thus, Bramble sealed it and tossed it into the grand cathedral, taking up a self-made black spear instead.
A holy lance with reversed nature, although not necessarily a cursed lance, is certainly not purely good.
Pasival, having pulled out this lance, has over a 90% chance of eventually dying by its hand.
"...Thank you for the advice." Pasival seed to understand this well, smiled, and said, "I will be careful."
Evidently, even knowing the danger of the lance, Pasival wasn’t ready to let go.
There’s no choice.
Once he loses the holy lance, he’s just a sowhat strong human.
Such a person cannot lead the Round Table army against the Queen.
Seeing the atmosphere beco heavy, Alberon quickly spoke again.
"There’s another who recently joined us."
Alberon naturally ant the remaining fairy girl holding a lance.
"Hello, hello!"
Without waiting for Alberon to introduce herself, she nervously bowed to Reiger.
"I, I am Gareth! I decided to follow Altoria because I was moved by her mission! Though my strength is lacking...please guide !"
Seeing her nervous expression, Reiger chuckled and spoke up.
"Gareth? I’ll rember you!"
It’s impossible not to, right?
Gareth, this na is also part of the pan-human history as one of Arthur’s Round Table knights.
Though she’s only the seventh in the Round Table, the last to join, and the least experienced young knight, she is the sister of renowned Round Table knights like Gawain, Gaheris, Aggrevain, and is adored by everyone due to her potential and has been recognized by most of the Round Table knights.
Many believe that one day, Gareth will beco a powerful knight rivaling her brothers.
Thus, even though she’s young and inexperienced, her future is bright and she has imnse potential.
"Pasival... Gareth... and inheriting Galahad’s spirit, Matthew..."
Reiger’s eyes shifted across the three knights, finally settling on Altoria, still sulking.
Though not Arthur from the pan-human history, as a counterpart in the Lostbelt, this prophesied true king of Britain is beginning to gather individuals closely related to the Round Table knights.
With such sentint, Reiger suddenly noticed sothing amiss.
"Where is Tristan?" Without thinking, Reiger asked, "Why isn’t he here?"
Round Table knight Tristan, who descended with Chaldea to the Fairy Country of Britain, is a heroic spirit from the pan-human history.
Before Reiger left, Tristan was in the team, an essential high-caliber force.
Now...he is absent.
"..."
Everyone fell silent.
Altoria included.
"...I see?"
Reiger understood.
Tristan probably sacrificed himself.
Through these months, Altoria and the others not only encountered nurous adventures, but were also relentlessly pursued by Bagster’s Queen’s army.
In the midst of it all, avoiding casualties was nearly impossible.
Perhaps to cover Altoria and the others’ retreat, or to handle aftermath in dire situations...
Thus, the Round Table knight Tristan was sacrificed.
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