Due to his complicated life, so called him the most lancholic knight, while others referred to him as the child of sorrow. Undeniably, he was an exceptionally outstanding knight, otherwise, he would not have beco one of the Knights of the Round Table who followed King Arthur.
It is said that his archery was second to none among the Knights of the Round Table, unmatched in skill, and his prowess in combat was even comparable to Lancelot, who was acclaid as the foremost knight of the Round Table.
"In fact, whether it’s Lancelot or Gawain, including Tristan, these are all Knights of the Round Table that followed King Arthur in the history of humanity, renowned heroes in human history."
Reiger explained to Altoria.
"As for those Elf Knights, they all have other identities, other true nas, but those identities are mostly inconvenient to reveal. Thus, Morgan used the nas of the Knights of the Round Table from human history as a disguise for them, making them known to you as Lancelot, Gawain, and Tristan."
Reiger’s words successfully awakened Altoria’s mories.
She certainly knew that the nas of the Elf Knights now are fake.
Because that was the case with Gawain.
Altoria had a connection with the Elf Knight Gawain, and hence she knew Gawain’s real na.
Therefore, Altoria was well aware that the current nas of the three Elf Knights were fake; she just did not know that these nas belonged to the Knights of the Round Table of human history.
Now, reminded by Reiger, Altoria could not help but recall another life of her own that she had dreamt of.
In the service of that legendary king, there indeed was a Knight of the Round Table nad Tristan.
Altoria recalled the appearance of this knight, and gradually overlapped it with the lancholic handso man before her.
At that mont, Altoria was certain that this lancholic handso man was Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, Tristan.
But when Altoria recalled the affairs of this Knight of the Round Table, a phrase also surfaced in her mind.
"The king doesn’t understand the human heart."
This phrase inexplicably made Altoria feel suffocated.
Thus, the look Altoria gave Tristan also changed slightly.
This change went unnoticed by everyone, including Reiger, who did not detect Altoria’s anomaly and continued to speak.
"Tristan and Da Vinci, both of these individuals are servants."
"Among them, one must have just been summoned because of their fate with this land, appearing after arriving at Chaldea, and one is a technician from Chaldea, accompanying the commissioned Master to this Fairy Country Britannia."
"This is the background of these two individuals."
Saying so, Reiger shifted his gaze towards the boy sitting in the middle, who seed the most ordinary and the easiest to deceive.
"As for your identity, there really isn’t much to say, is there?"
Indeed, there was no need for much explanation.
At least, Altoria and Alberon had already guessed it.
It couldn’t be helped, this person wasn’t like Reiger or Matthew, because for particular reasons no one could determine their human identity.
This young man, who seed to have never been tarnished by society, had his magic power and scent tell Altoria and Alberon from the very beginning, revealing to them that he was a human.
Given that, this person’s identity beca quite obvious.
"You are a Master of Chaldea."
"You are a magician who can summon servants, command servants, and have servants fight for you."
"Matthew, Da Vinci, and Tristan, these three servant knights are, strictly speaking, under your command."
Reiger, standing in front of him by now, extended a finger and touched it on the vivid red marking on the back of his hand.
"This Command Seal is the proof."
The fresh red markings engraved on the back of his hand were indeed a Command Seal.
However, this was not the kind of Command Seal used by Morgan for forcibly extracting fairy magic power, but rather, linked with Chaldae’s Summoning System, it was a type of magical crystallization that could command, assist, or even enhance the power of servants.
The existence of this magical crystallization is the proof of the mutual pact between Chaldea’s Master and the servants of human history.
Given this, the human youth holding this Command Seal could not possibly have a second identity other than being Chaldea’s Master.
"Your na is Fujimaru Ritsuka, the person who has conquered multiple singularities and five different lost belts."
Reiger smiled at the young man before him—Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"How about that? Do you rember anything?"
This question did not elicit any response.
At that mont, whether it was Matthew, Tristan, Da Vinci, Alberon, or Altoria, all fell into a wordless stare.
"...Master?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka just stared blankly at Reiger, appearing transfixed and completely unresponsive.
"Master..."
Beside him, Matthew stared at Fujimaru Ritsuka, feelings of familiarity slowly welling up inside him.
The entire cave suddenly beca silent, making the air feel oppressive and heavy.
After an unknown amount of ti, soone spoke up, breaking the silence.
"I see, so my na is Tristan?"
The speaker was Tristan himself.
"Indeed, this na does feel very familiar, making it almost instinctive to react," Tristan said with his eyes closed, his face filled with sorrow, "It seems you all are not our enemies."
It was not surprising that Tristan would say this.
In their state of amnesia, facing a group of people claiming to have saved them was not sothing they could readily accept.
Whether it was Tristan or Da Vinci, they had been observing Reiger and the others up to that mont, trying to discern if they were friends or foes.
Now, leaving the still-silent Da Vinci aside, it appeared that Tristan had reached a conclusion.
"It’s good that you understand," Alberon imdiately said appropriately, half smiling and half sighing, "But I didn’t expect that after coming to Britain, Chaldea would summon Tristan from the Knights of the Round Table. This is indeed a delightful turn of events."
As is known, almost every Knight of the Round Table was a hero valiant and skilled in combat, and Tristan was one of the foremost among these mighty heroes, extrely powerful.
Being able to summon such a servant to aid in their efforts to overthrow Morgan was definitely a cause for celebration.
"...Even though you say this, having no mories of anything doesn’t feel worthy of praise. It’s truly sad," Tristan sighed, his aura growing even more sorrowful.
"And what about this lady here?" Alberon turned towards Da Vinci and smiled, "You have been quiet from the beginning, not reacting even upon hearing your own na and status. Could it be that you find it hard to accept?"
Da Vinci lifted her eyelids and looked towards Alberon.
Soon, the young girl finally spoke, her childlike voice echoing through the cave.
"No, it’s just that it doesn’t feel real, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you any kind of appropriate reaction," Da Vinci said with a mild smile.
That smile was both naïve and mature, lending a profoundly contradictory impression.
"And what about this Chaldean Master?" Alberon looked deeply at Da Vinci and then turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
In strict terms, this was the pivotal figure.
As a Master, Chaldea regarded Fujimaru Ritsuka as the central figure.
In other words, Fujimaru Ritsuka was the leader of the Chaldean group.
For the Fairy Country of Britain, this figure was also of utmost importance.
After all, the foreign sorcerer ntioned in the prophecy of the Clan of the Mirror, who was to assist the prophesied child, was none other than this seemingly ordinary and uncalculating Master before them.
This person was Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Realizing this, Altoria’s gaze upon Fujimaru Ritsuka changed.
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