FATE: Target of Grand Master

Just as Xia Yan followed Richard and Morley back to the hidden camp of the false Crusaders in the north, the atmosphere in the hall of the holy city of Camelot plummeted to freezing point.

Tristan, dragging his injured and exhausted body back to the Holy City, refused the king's offer and insisted on kneeling on one knee beneath the throne.

Agravan, clad in black armor, stood on the steps before the Lion King's throne and asked incredulously, "Tristan, are you sure what you just said wasn't just nonsense uttered under the influence of an enemy's illusion?"

In truth, Agravain knew that Tristan was probably telling the truth.

The fact that three of the once invincible Knights of the Round Table had suddenly fallen, including Lancelot, who was known as the strongest Knight of the Round Table, was something that even Agravure, who was known for his iron-bloodedness and ruthlessness, found hard to accept.

Although Agravan disliked Lancelot, he never belittled the strength of the Knights of the Lake. Moreover, Tristan, Mordred, and Gareth were also with them. They originally thought that this attack would wipe out the remnants of the false Crusaders in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, it turned into a tragic situation with three dead and one wounded.

If Agrave could still deceive himself by suggesting that the knights were careless or tired of killing, the fact that Tristan's enemy had withstood the King's Holy Lance unscathed was beyond Agrave's acceptable limit.

However, he was present when the King released the Holy Lance, and Tristan's description matched perfectly, which proves that Tristan's words were not false.

Agguwen's skepticism at this moment stemmed purely from an emotional perspective; he simply couldn't accept this fact.

Indeed, Agravan, who always presented himself as a rational person, felt a huge shock.

Although Gawain stood expressionless by the hall, his heart was in turmoil. In addition to the grief of losing his sister Gareth, he also heard a familiar yet unfamiliar name—Morgan.

This was a name Gawain was reluctant to recall, yet her existence posed a real threat to the king's rule.

Regardless of whether the "Morgan" Tristan mentioned was his, Gareth's, Agravan's, and Mordred's mother, Gawain was prepared to treat her as an enemy and eliminate her without mercy.

"I can confirm that I am not under any illusion."

Tristan remained kneeling before the throne, his head bowed, blood still seeping from his wounds, as if only this could bring him some relief.

"Get up, Tristan."

Seated on the throne, the Lion King, clad in silver armor, spoke in a majestic, feminine voice.

This was the first time the king had spoken after hearing Tristan's report. Although Tristan still wanted to kneel and accept punishment, the king's orders could not be disobeyed.

Tristan, who was slowly propping himself up, stumbled and almost fell, but fortunately Gawain stepped forward to support him in time.

"Regarding what Tristan just reported, let's put that aside for now. For the next few days, no one should leave Camelot. Agraven, you must still have something to report to me, right?"

Upon hearing Wang Yijiu's calm and composed voice, Agravan also came to his senses and turned to bow to the Lion King.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have one more thing to report, no, two things. First, regarding the holy monk who visited Camelot. We could have simply treated him as a guest, but given the loss of three Knights of the Round Table, I suggest sending someone to persuade him. If we could get him and Tawara Tota to join us, it would somewhat compensate for the loss of the three knights. As for the candidate, I think Gawain would be very suitable."

"Granted."

Upon hearing the Lion King's verdict, Gawain released Tristan and bowed towards the throne.

"I will do my utmost to persuade the Tripitaka Master to join us."

"There is one more thing. A group of four people claiming to be a Master and three Servants wish to meet with the King, saying they can share the King's burdens. Should we grant them an audience?"

"Oh?"

The Lion King rarely showed a human tone.

"Granted. But before that, Tristan, go and rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Tristan took his leave, Agrave ordered his men to wipe the blood off the hall floor before summoning the four Masters to an audience.

Two men and two women entered from the entrance of the hall and walked side by side to the steps below the throne.

All four bowed slightly in politeness. Then, the oldest-looking brown-haired man, with a saintly air, spoke: "Your Majesty, the Lion King, it is an honor to be received by you. We are four wanderers who have drifted here. Although we will not stay long, we are burdened with a special mission. We happened to hear that Your Majesty is building a holy city, so we came to see your esteemed presence. If we are fortunate enough to share Your Majesty's burdens, we would be extremely happy. Ah, my apologies, I have said so much and have not yet introduced myself. My name is Giorgios."

"Oh, it's the famous St. George."

The Lion King's tone was completely flat.

"Let's skip the formalities. The four of you have come to my holy land not just to catch a glimpse of my face, have you? Please speak plainly about your requests."

Giorgios replied with utmost politeness, "It is no lie to wish to see the Lion King's face. However, as Your Majesty said, we do indeed have other purposes. As I mentioned before, we also bear a special mission: to defeat the Sun King. I believe this aligns with Your Majesty's objective, and therefore I have volunteered to join the Lion King's ranks and serve Your Majesty."

Why do you believe I will have a showdown with the Sun King?

"Two tigers cannot share one mountain. This small world cannot accommodate two kings either."

The Lion King fell into a brief silence.

In the past, the Lion King would not have paid attention to such an unknown person, because what he needed was someone who would be 100% loyal to him, even if it meant doing something against humanity.

But with the loss of three Knights of the Round Table, the Lion King certainly needs fighting strength.

"I still don't know who the other three people who came with you are."

Instead of making a decision, the Lion King took the initiative to inquire about the origins of the other three.

Giorgios seemed to have anticipated this situation, and said with a gentle expression, "Please allow me to introduce you, Your Majesty. The man on my right is our Master among the four of us, named Zhang Hao. He is somewhat introverted and not very good at communicating, but he is a person of very strong will."

The man named Zhang Hao was around 30 years old, burly, bald, with a determined look in his eyes, and a ruthless air about him.

"The other two are also Servants like me. I'm sure His Majesty will know who they are once he hears their names. They are Frankenstein and Nezha."