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　"I saw it. That little girl over there is the one who, along with Gawain, destroyed half of the Holy City and then faced off against the Lion King. If they were to fight, Brother Cursed Wrist, you'd lose miserably."

　Demolished...the holy city?

　Lancelot turned around stiffly, with disbelief in his eyes.

　As a Knight of the Round Table, a Knight of the Round Table under the Lion King, he knew better than anyone how strong the defense of the thousand-year-old chalk city that Gawain talked about was.

　"you..."

　"I'm not hurt, just... a few side effects, that's all. It's okay, don't worry about me."

　Noticing Lancelot's nervousness, the girl smiled softly and shook her head.

　"Father and daughter?"

　Hassan watched the interaction between the two and nodded, then looked back at the leading woman.

　"But this number is too large. Even we don't have enough resources to support this team of nearly a thousand people..."

　"You don't need to worry about that. We'll take care of the food and water. All the refugees need is a place to hide. Is that okay?"

　Looking at the figure of Romani Ajman on the screen, Hassan nodded.

　"If that's the case, as Hassan the Cursed Arm in charge of this village, I can provide you with a hiding place. After all, a favor must be repaid. Lord Arash, please lead the way. You can't just pick a place for a thousand people."

　Arash smiled generously.

　"Of course, leave it to me to lead the way, Brother Cursed Arm."

　Hassan the Cursed Arm disappeared back into the mountains after a few jumps.

　Arash slowly turned sideways and led the way for everyone as they continued walking towards the interior of the mountain.

　"Sorry for the wait, everyone. I'm Arash, Archer's Servant. I'm really sorry for all the hard work you've put in on this long journey. Now I'll take you to the village."

　As Arash spoke, he led everyone turning left and right on the mountain path.

　"However, due to our poverty, I'd better forget about any welcoming ceremony or anything like that."

　The deeper they went, the more they understood why the mountain people used this place as a base to hide.

　The natural defensive barrier built on the mountain and the rugged mountain roads completely cut off the possibility for the knights to deploy their formations.

　Not to mention horses, they can't run on this kind of mountain road at all. If you are not careful, you may even fall off the horse and fall directly into the abyss.

　"Sir Bedivere."

　Lancelot quietly walked to Bedivere's side and lowered his voice, while constantly looking in the direction of Sieg.

　"You want to know about Miss Zieger?"

　Lancelot nodded and tightened his grip on the hilt of Arondette's sword slightly.

　"And that time, you

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　Call..."

　Why didn't you respond to the Lion King's call?

　"Summoning... The reason is simple, Sir Lancelot..."

　Bedivere held out his hand.

　"Because I committed a grave sin... a sin that cannot be forgiven... As for Miss Sieg, I don't know the details. She was once with Merlin. But I know nothing about what happened before that..."

　Lancelot's eyes widened when he heard Merlin's name, but then he quickly shook his head.

　calm down...

　As Lancelot thought this, he turned a corner and quietly came to Leonardo da Vinci's side.

　"You mean little Sieg..."

　Da Vinci's expression was a little complicated.

　"As a partner, I think it's best for you to know these things so you don't accidentally cross the other person's line."

　"Is that possible?"

　Leonardo da Vinci stretched out his hand to stop Lancelot from speaking.

　"But as a father, I don't recommend knowing this story. Even so, do you still want to know the truth?"

　Lancelot lowered his brow.

　As a father...

　As a companion...

　The word "father" still seems to echo in my ears, and that smile is always in my mind.

　In the past he had not been able to get along well with Galahad.

　Now, do you want to make the same mistake again?

　Should we listen or not? Isn’t the answer already clear?

　Looking at the girl walking in front, Lancelot spoke slowly, his eyes full of determination.

　"I'm a father, after all. What father wouldn't dare to face his daughter's affairs?"

　No matter what the story is, he will accept it calmly.

　"Then let me tell you a less than perfect story..."

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　"..."

　Lancelot understood, he finally understood why Galahad chose the girl.

　The Holy Grail and Saving the World...

　It was like a replay of that scene.

　Galahad chose to return the Holy Grail to Heaven and accept Britain's doomed fate.

　The girl chose to take the Holy Grail, resisting her fate.

　At the end of the story, neither of them had a happy ending.

　Galahad went with the Holy Grail, and the girl was exiled from the world holding the Holy Grail.

　"Even so, I must go and save them...even if I am covered in scars, even if everyone hates me."

　even so...

　The golden figure and the girl's figure began to slowly overlap.

　The girl held up her own sky by herself.

　What about him?

　"Even so, she is still my daughter. How can a father hide behind his daughter and enjoy everything with a clear conscience?"

　"That's right. This is the knight the king loves and is most proud of, isn't it, father?"

　Lancelot's body suddenly froze, and he looked in disbelief at the girl who appeared beside him in less than a second.

　"Um, um...I..."

　Lancelot spoke somewhat incoherently.

　"I don't hate this kind of father, okay?"

　The girl smiled and then turned and left.

　Knights exist to protect.

　When you have something you want to protect, you can unleash infinite potential.

　At least that's how it was for Lancelot.

　A heart that has been tempered by thousands of trials and tribulations will not feel a pang of pain just because of the word "father"!

　For the people he wants to protect, he can lift up a piece of blue sky with his bare hands with his perseverance.

　He is Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Round Table.

　If you can't even protect your own daughter, how can you talk about protecting the king?

　Lancelot, full of fighting spirit.

　"You have grown up too, Sir Lancelot..."

　In this way, even the dead companions will feel comforted, right?

　And have I really made up my mind?

　After a journey of fifteen hundred years, the soul has long been exhausted, and only the emotion supports the body.

　I am the guilty knight Bedivere.

　The power of emotion is powerful and is the source of human possibility.

　The girl had already made up her mind, and so had her companions.

　Next, it's my turn...

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　"This is the hidden village of the mountain dwellers... It looks incredibly stark! It's hidden from view in the hilly area, but there's no magical barrier anywhere... I know it's on the other side of the hill..."

　Arash smiled.

　"This depends on the wisdom of the locals. The roads we just took were planned according to the location of the villages, ensuring that the villages are always hidden or tucked away in blind spots."

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　Vision..."

　Leonardo da Vinci couldn't help but exclaim in admiration as he looked at the village that suddenly appeared in front of him.

　"It's a complete departure from conventional design, coupled with a touch of ingenuity, that has resulted in a village of this scale..."

　"As expected of the Mountain People... No wonder the knights who come to gather intelligence always return empty-handed..."

　"Although life seems difficult, there is still hope on everyone's face..."

　The girl slowly walked to Lancelot's side and looked down at the village below from a high vantage point.

　"As for food, I can only offer meat and eggs, and there are some biscuits left. The other things are still under testing, and I can't say how humans will react after eating them..."

　As Sieg spoke, he reached out and took out a piece of animal meat from the inside and handed it to Arash.

　"Oh! They even have some meat? This would be a rare feast for the villagers down there! Looks like we can have a welcome dinner for everyone tonight..."

　Arash looked carefully at the piece of meat in his hand, with the corners of his mouth rising continuously.

　"Although I don't know much about hunting, this kind of meat should be edible after processing. In short, being able to solve the food problem is really helpful..."

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　Fairy Knight: Chapter 15: Curse

　"Even though the conditions are tough, the people here don't show any despair on their faces. They continue to work hard for tomorrow... They can be said to be the most motivated group of people since we arrived here..."

　Arash listened to Romani Akiman's words and nodded, then returned the piece of meat in his hand to the girl.

　"Yes, no matter what the situation, they still have feelings for the Holy Land..."

　"Even after encountering Tanju, this sentiment remains pure. The Mountain People and the Knights of the Round Table are ultimately incompatible... Yet, in such a situation, they still accepted me, Sir Lancelot, two Knights of the Round Table, along with Miss Sieg and Miss Mash, into the village..."

　Arash smiled as he listened to Bedivere's words, and read the worry in his heart.

　"Don't mind it. The people here don't have any prejudice against pagans. Perhaps it's because life is so hard, but they can tell at a glance that someone has gone through a difficult journey."

　"Can you tell it at a glance?"

　Bedivere murmured the words Arash had said, and slightly tightened his grip on the Silver Arm.