Miracle Summoner

At this moment, Bedivere stood on the hilltop, gazing into the distance.

In his eyes, an endless sorrow and regret were evident, leaving Mash, who had subconsciously called out his name, stunned.

Rozen could see that the direction Bedivere was gazing toward was precisely where the Holy City lay.

It wasn't until Mash spoke that Bedivere finally reacted.

"Oh... It's you."

Bedivere turned around, his face showing a barely concealed and forced smile, as he spoke.

"Tomorrow, you will head out to attack the Round Table stronghold. You should rest early to conserve your energy."

With a calm and courteous demeanor, Bedivere offered this advice.

"We... we were just here to confirm the location of the Round Table stronghold," Mash said hesitantly. "Did we disturb you, Sir Bedivere?"

"No, please don't mind me, milady," Bedivere shook his head and said self-deprecatingly, "I am merely a useless knight who can do nothing but stand here and watch from afar."

"That's not true..." Mash immediately tried to deny it.

However, before she could finish, Rozen spoke first.

"You're looking toward the Holy City, aren't you?" Rozen stared directly at Bedivere and said, "Your former comrades, your partners, and the king you served are there. Yet, you've chosen to part ways with them and join the Black King's faction. Do you feel lonely?"

That was what Rozen said.

In response, the self-deprecating expression on Bedivere's face faded, replaced by a resolute determination.

"No, you're mistaken, Lord Rozen," Bedivere replied without hesitation. "It was inevitable for me to join the Black King's faction because I could never align myself with the current Round Table Knights."

"The current Round Table Knights?" Rozen raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed," Bedivere lowered his gaze and said in a low voice, "They have lost their minds. Once noble and virtuous knights of the Round Table, they now slaughter ordinary and innocent refugees, trample on the beliefs of the Mountain People, and mercilessly purge the people of this era as though mowing down weeds. Such actions disgrace the very name of the Round Table."

In legend, the Knights of the Round Table were revered for their nobility and served as paragons for knights. Each of them had extraordinary accomplishments.

They were meant to set an example for other knights.

They were meant to stand out in the chaotic era of Britain, turning the tide and becoming spiritual pillars for the people.

Such was their nobility that, even when looking through all of human history, it would be difficult to find another group comparable to them.

Yet, these knights had now become weapons in the hands of the Lion King, executioners drenched in blood. It was no wonder Bedivere would say they had gone mad.

Rozen, however, said this:

"The Round Table Knights are human too. They are not perfect beings. Even if they enjoyed great fame in life, their lives were not without blemishes. So, what's impossible about this?"

That, too, was a valid point.

Though the Knights of the Round Table were a noble group, no one is perfect. Their lives were not free of flaws.

Take Agravain, for example. His character could hardly be called noble; he was nothing more than merciless and overly impartial. His personality was cold and calculating, and he wouldn't hesitate to use any means necessary to achieve his goals. While he was an excellent deputy and advisor to the king, as a knight, he fell short of the ideal.

Even Lancelot, hailed as the strongest knight, had numerous stains on his life. The most notable was his affair with Queen Guinevere, King Arthur's queen. After Agravain exposed the affair, Lancelot killed him on the spot, and when Guinevere was sentenced, Lancelot stormed the execution grounds, personally killing many comrades, including members of Gawain's family. This led to the disintegration of the Round Table Knights. The downfall of Britain could arguably be traced back to this knight who had once enjoyed the pinnacle of glory.

Even Gawain, the Knight of the Sun who aspired to be the ideal knight and was deeply loved by others, fell into the depths of hatred after his family was killed by Lancelot. When Lancelot came to aid the king in her battle against Mordred, Gawain held him back out of resentment, indirectly preventing the king from receiving support. This ultimately led to King Arthur being struck by Mordred's fatal blow and meeting her end. Gawain died filled with regret and pain, lamenting his actions until his final breath.

As for Tristan, he, too, had his faults. Though a highly regarded member of the Round Table, he abandoned his duties after expressing that "the king does not understand the hearts of men." This led to the loss of the people's support for the king, which, in turn, contributed to Britain's eventual downfall. Tristan, therefore, also bore responsibility for this tragedy.

Thus, the Round Table Knights, though paragons of chivalry, were far from perfect.

Among them, only one knight was truly ideal: the one recognized by the Holy Grail and ascended to heaven.

Even this Knight of the Holy Grail, however, bore a minor flaw—he was Lancelot's illegitimate child. Because of this, his relationship with Lancelot was strained despite both being members of the Round Table.

From this perspective, the Round Table Knights were human, subject to their own selfish desires and sins.

If they had selfish desires, then they were capable of falling into corruption. Supporting the Lion King was not an impossibility.

Faced with this, Bedivere fell silent.

Then...

"...You are correct," Bedivere sighed. "The Round Table Knights are human. They all have their selfish desires and carry their own sins. In that case, nothing is impossible."

Saying this, Bedivere let something slip.

"In terms of sins, perhaps theirs are not even one ten-millionth of mine. How could I ever have the right to condemn them?"

Hearing this, Rozen remained silent, but Mash grew puzzled.

"Sins?"

Mash couldn't understand what Bedivere meant.

Realizing what he had said, Bedivere merely gave a bitter smile.

"Pay it no mind; it's just a trivial matter," Bedivere said. "But as the king has stated, the Lion King is a mistake, and the Round Table Knights are wrong. That is why I must correct them, which is why I have joined the Black King's faction."

As a fellow Round Table Knight, Bedivere had chosen to part ways with the rest of the Round Table.

"Besides, the Black King is also King Arthur. She is my king, and my loyalty naturally belongs to her."

Bedivere once again gazed toward the Holy City.

"The king cannot stand by and watch the Round Table fall into corruption. That is why she leads the Mountain People and seeks power to oppose the Lion King, doesn't she?"

Bedivere murmured as if talking to himself.

At this moment, Mash unexpectedly spoke up.

"...I can understand how the king and Sir Bedivere feel," Mash said with a complicated expression. "Although I am not one of the Round Table, seeing the actions of the Lion King and the Round Table Knights fills me with an inexplicable anger."

As Mash spoke, Bedivere suddenly froze.

"Not one of the Round Table?" Bedivere said in surprise. "How can that be?"

Bedivere then said this:

"Of course, you are one of the Knights of the Round Table."

These words reached Mash's ears, leaving her completely stunned.