I'm really not an old sword

Leonardo da Vinci also fell silent. The scene before him looked like a happy one no matter how you looked at it.

In this devastated post-war world lies an unimaginable pure land.

However, seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka's distraught look, she forced a smile and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. It's just a matter of different standpoints. Little one, remember our goal. We are after the Holy Grail, for..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

Da Vinci smiled with relief.

She is indomitable. Although she was clumsy at first, she never gives up no matter how big the difficulties are. No matter how big the setback is, it will only make her more courageous. This is what she admires most about her.

"As expected of the Master!" Mashu also cheered from the side.

The happy scene of the three people did not last long.

A group of Knights of Discipline suddenly appeared at the end of the street, and another group of Knights of Discipline also appeared at the back of the street.

They walked towards the three of them together.

aggressive.

The vendors and pedestrians on both sides saw that something was wrong and immediately retreated to the side of the street to watch the excitement.

For a moment, the only people left on the bustling street were Ritsuka Fujimaru and the other two.

Mashu immediately entered combat mode.

She raised her right hand and a shield appeared in her hand. She held the shield in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and looked at the person coming vigilantly.

The Knights of Rectification suddenly stopped after surrounding Juli and his men three meters away.

The Knights of Justice opposite suddenly split up to the two sides of the road, leaving a passage wide enough for two people to pass through, and then a man slowly walked over.

"You, are the one who attacked Mordred and the others earlier?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and the other two were all stunned when they looked at that person.

That man and Mashu were practically twins.

"Are you Galahad?" Leonardo asked with interest.

Galahad nodded slightly, looked at them unkindly and said, "It seems you admit it."

As he said this, he raised his hand.

"Wait! We're not here to fight! We..."

As Fujimaru Ritsuka was speaking, he suddenly saw a smile on Galahad's face.

"It seems he was frightened."

What? Are you scared?

"It's just a prank. Consider it revenge for killing my father."

No, we didn't kill Lancelot...

Uh, that’s not right. Do you think that if we kill your father, you can just scare us and that’s it?

So filial?

Is that really your father, not your father's murderer?

Galahad smiled, turned around, paused sideways, and said, "His Majesty wishes to see you. Please follow me."

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the holy city in the distance.

......

After entering the holy city, there was no sign of human life.

Walk along the magnificent streets, enter the castle, go around the complicated yet beautiful corridors, and look through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the thriving oasis city outside the city, a vibrant scene.

"Mr. Galahad, weren't you angry about what we did before?" Mash couldn't help but say.

"I am angry," Galahad shrugged. "But considering you killed my father and now you have fallen into my trap, I am not angry anymore."

"Huh?" Mashu opened her eyes wide.

I don't understand, but I'm shocked.

How come killing your father is still a plus in your eyes?

"Haha, even though we Knights of the Round Table are colleagues, our relationship is just that. The only one I'm close to is Percival. That little girl Gareth was also very cute, but my father killed her."

Galahad shrugged and said, "Besides, you said that my father and I really don't have much of a father-son relationship. He has too many women. My mother was just the product of a one-night stand with him. After that, he ran away irresponsibly. I only recognized him after I entered the Round Table. Calling him father is just a title. I'm quite happy that you can beat him half to death and avenge my mother and Gareth."

Mashu was in disarray.

How unpopular is Lancelot at the Round Table?

"Of course." Galahad smiled and said, "It's mainly because His Majesty wants to see you."

"Otherwise, for the fact that you attacked our colleagues, you would have been dead the moment you set foot in this city."

Although his tone was still calm and smiling, the three people behind him couldn't help but become nervous.

The faint but extremely dangerous murderous aura suddenly made them understand.

The person in front of him was not only the good old man Galahad, but also a tough guy who had squeezed into the Knights of the Round Table despite being a generation younger than the other knights. He was a ruthless man who had followed King Arthur in battles and fought his way out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in that era.

"arrive."

Ritsuka Fujimaru raised her head. They were led to a huge door at the end of the corridor.

"Your Majesty wants to see you."

A brown-haired maid with a lady's braid was standing at the door.

"Master Galahad, thank you for your hard work."

Galahad shook his head in greeting.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and dazzling sunlight shone through it. Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but block his view with his hands.

When the door was fully opened, Fujimaru Ritsuka's breathing paused when he saw the scene inside.

One, two, three, four, five...eight!

There are eight Knights of the Round Table in total, including Galahad who is beside him, there are nine Knights of the Round Table in total.

All in the main hall!

Wearing armor, standing or leaning around the hall, all eyes were focused on the three people entering.

"Heh, didn't that Bedivere guy come with you? Are you scared? Or are you too embarrassed to come to see His Majesty?"

The girl's arrogant voice sounded, and Fujimaru Ritsuka saw a face exactly like Altria's.

Knights of the Round Table, Mordred.

"Where is Lord Lancelot?" came the voice of a girl who seemed to be still in her developmental stage.

She was a small girl who looked a little strange in the armor. She looked at them with an indignant look on her face.

A tall, sunny and handsome guy next to her was holding her head down helplessly.

"Gareth, be quiet."

Except for these two people, no one else spoke, but just glanced at them. Most of them continued to stay by the wall or in the corner, either bored or no longer caring, waiting for time to pass.

Ritsuka Fujimaru followed Galahad toward the front of the palace.

His eyes swept over the nine Knights of the Round Table, and he could no longer remain calm.

Nine heroes in one room.

Even the weakest one has first-class strength.

And that's not even counting the one on the throne.

With a lineup like this, if they can't negotiate peacefully, can they really win the Holy Grail on their own?

"Your Majesty, the people are here."

When he reached the steps, Galahad knelt on one knee, placed his right hand across his chest and lowered his head slightly.

"Thanks a lot."

"This is what I should do."

Galahad stood up respectfully and walked aside, leaving the stage to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the other two.

Sound good to hear.

Listening to it feels like a spring breeze.

It seems that he is about the same age as Dr. Roman... To be honest, I have only heard of him, and I have never actually seen the male King Arthur.

Ritsuka Fujimaru raised his head curiously and looked at the throne high above.

A young man wearing silver armor and with blond hair and gray eyes was sitting there.

But it's different from Artoria's seriousness.

He, however, rested his elbows on the armrests, supported his face with his clenched fists, and sat lazily on the throne, looking at her with a half-smile.

There is no proper sitting posture.

This posture is somewhat like Osmandis.

But compared to Osmandis, this guy gave people a sunny and friendly feeling, without any of Osmandis's aloofness and arrogance that made people not want to get too close. It was like...

Like the big brother next door.

"Hello..."

"Forget about introducing yourself. I know who you are, but I don't want to know who you are either."

"Tell me why you're here."

As he spoke, he tilted his head, laughed, and said, "You're not here to die, are you?"

Okay, I was wrong just now. I shouldn’t judge people by their appearance.

This guy is not the big brother next door at all. He is much scarier than Osmandis!

Chapter 25: The Trolley Problem

Lin Qingsu's tone was relaxed and with a smile, just like the big brother next door who greeted you when you woke up in the morning.

However, it made His Highness and the other two feel like they were falling into an icy cave.

Mashu almost instinctively wanted to stand in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, but after seeing the nine Knights of the Round Table eyeing her covetously from the corner of her eye, she gave up this immature idea.

Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard and said, "I'm sorry about what happened before, although... it might have been a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

Lin Qingsu sneered, put down her hand and straightened up.

He stood up and walked down the stairs towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, saying as he walked, "The misunderstanding is that you colluded with the thieves who assassinated me, killing hundreds of my men and leaving only two?"

Mashu couldn't help but want to stand in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka blocked it with his hand.

When she finished speaking, Lin Qingsu stopped right in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Looking at the girl in front of him, she was gritting her teeth, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, but still tilting her head back and trying hard to look him in the eye.

Lin Qingsu looked down at her and said with a faint smile, "Tell me this is a misunderstanding?"

"If I really wanted to be your enemy, I wouldn't have come to you."

"Please give me a chance to explain."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's tone was a little hurried, and he was obviously under great pressure, but he still stood straight.

Lin Qingsu looked at her for a while.

Fujimaru Ritsuka dodged her gaze several times, but she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, always keeping her eyes fixed on Lin Qingsu.

After a while, Lin Qingsu smiled and raised her hand.