Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Bai Mao had no objection to this.

Although the elders of the mountain were willing to rebel against the Lion King, their strength was still too weak. Now that a high-level fighter was willing to join them, that was naturally a good thing.

Moreover, since the other side blew up the Lion King's palace, it definitely wasn't one of the Round Table's allies.

As for whether there were other intentions? Bai Mao didn't know.

But since the other party has already managed to get here, the location of the village has undoubtedly been exposed. Given the strength Surtr just displayed, she has no way to stop him from doing whatever he wants.

It would be better to keep them calm for now and see what to do when the other two arrive.

Lord Arash's ability to see into people's hearts is very reliable in this regard.

Bai Mao pondered to herself, unaware that Surtr had witnessed everything.

I didn't have any particular emotion.

It's normal for the other party to be wary of you.

If they weren't even this vigilant, they would have been wiped out by the Round Table long ago.

Moreover, they came without any refugees with them this time, so gaining their trust will not be easy.

“Then it’s decided. I have three companions outside the mountain. Can I have them come over too?”

"Ah, just to clarify beforehand, my companions have some connection to the Holy City, but it's certain they're not affiliated with either side."

Surtr laid it all out.

She has always believed in the principle that a clear conscience fears no accusation, and since she has not done anything wrong, there is absolutely no need for her to hide anything.

Although she often does things in a secretive and covert manner.

But that's only for the enemy; there's no need for that with friendly forces.

"Is it related to the Holy Capital?"

Unsurprisingly, Bai Mao hesitated.

Her natural aversion to the round table made her subconsciously reject people and things related to it, but Surtr's open and aboveboard attitude did reassure her somewhat.

"If you're worried, we don't have to go to the village, as long as we have a stable way to communicate."

Surtr said again.

They're just here to collaborate with the Hassans; there's no need for them to actually go to their village.

“This… no, no need. Since we’ve already come this far, it would be ungrateful of me to hesitate any longer. You can enter the village, but before that, I would like to meet your companions.”

As if having convinced himself, Bai Mao responded.

"That's perfectly fine."

Surtr believed that Bedivere and the Chaldean succubus would definitely be able to gain each other's approval.

"Then let's not delay, let's set off now."

With that, Surtr jumped onto Big Meow's head. The damage he had just suffered had been mostly repaired, and manned flight was no longer a problem.

"Are you planning to ride him out? But isn't he the Sun King's pet?"

Bai Mao looked at the Sphinx, and even though it was just lying on the ground, its astonishing size still gave her a great sense of oppression.

"Don't worry, we've already had a friendly exchange, right, Big Mimi? Say yes."

Surtr stepped on the other person's head and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes."

It let out a frustrated roar; the fear of death made this proud creature lower its noble head.

Of course, it was only because the other party had just said they would help rescue Nito if given the chance; otherwise, he would never have agreed.

Bai Mao naturally couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he could tell that this Sphinx seemed to have been trained well.

And it even has a name. Does the Sun King know about it?

Is this the legendary fire giant? It's terrifying, but the naming taste is rather poor.

Of course, Bai Mao didn't voice her feelings and quietly stood behind Da Mi.

"Sit tight, let's go."

Seeing that the passengers had boarded the vehicle, Surtur gave an order, and Big Mimi flapped its wings and flew out of the mountains.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

As the sun dips below the horizon, a dozen or so figures are traveling across the yellow sand that is gradually losing its color.

At the very front of the procession, a tall, purple-haired knight sat astride his horse, gazing into the distance.

At the edge of the horizon, a pure white city, shining even in the darkest night, stands atop the yellow sand.

The Sacred Round Table: Chapter Nineteen - She Has Me in Her Heart!

Inside the solemn and dignified hall of the holy city.

Everyone gathered around the round table.

At the far end of the hall, the purple-haired knight knelt on one knee and spoke in a respectful tone.

"On my way back, I heard that bandits had invaded the capital and was unable to return to its aid immediately. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."

"It's alright. The task I ordered you to perform is to protect the people of Saint Ba. As long as you can complete it successfully, I will not punish you."

A flat, emotionless voice came from above.

"Lift your head up."

"Yes."

The purple-haired knight raised his head, his eyes reflecting the golden-haired figure on the throne, a handsome face etched with loyalty.

"His Majesty's good health is a blessing to the Holy Capital. There are twelve candidates who meet the criteria for selection, and they have all entered the Holy Capital and been handed over to the administrators."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Yes, it is my greatest pleasure to share His Majesty's burdens. Do you need me to lead a team to hunt down the rebels?"

"Lancelot asked."

"No need. I would be very troubled if you died at this time."

The Lion King uttered words that made Lancelot's vision go black.

Does that mean he went in pursuit and couldn't come back? He's the chief knight of the Round Table, he can't be that pathetic.

Lancelot felt indignant.

Having just returned, he was still unsure who had invaded the Holy City. Perhaps they really were someone like the demon Charlie he had encountered before.

That was a being that could rival multiple round tables by itself, and they even lost a compatriot because of it.

Even so, being told this to one's face is still frustrating.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lancelot caught a sneer on the lips of a dark-haired, gloomy man, which only fueled his anger.

But since they were in front of the throne, he wouldn't necessarily start a fight with the other party on the spot.

Looking at it from another angle, Wang was just showing concern for him; he just lacked emotional intelligence and spoke rather bluntly.

Losing him would be very distressing, which proves that he is still very important to the king.

In a short moment, Lancelot completed his self-analysis, lowered his head, and said with shame.

“I am deeply ashamed of my lack of strength. From now on, I will join the defense of the Holy City.”

"No, that's not necessary."

The Lion King spoke again.

Lancelot felt a little breathless, and Mordred's suppressed but not completely suppressed laughter made him feel like he was having a heart attack.

"When you say you don't need it, do you mean there's anything else I need to do?"

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Lancelot asked.

In fact, not only Lancelot, but also the other knights present were puzzled, except for Mordred.

Previously, Wang had said that they would have a final battle with the Sun King once the other side returned, and they almost instinctively assumed that he intended to activate the Holy Lance.

The moment the Holy Lance is activated, the entire singularity will disappear at the edge of the world, and the Sun King will surely fight them for his own sake.

The Holy City is their fortress, and fighting the Sun King here would undoubtedly give them the upper hand.

They had always thought so before.

But now it seems the king has other plans. Agravan thought of a possibility, and then the Lion King spoke.

"No need for defense, Lancelot, Gawain."

She named the two knights.

"Your subordinate is here."

The knight of the sun knelt before the throne.

"Tomorrow, you two will select some elite knights to accompany me to the Sun King's territory."

The Lion King's voice echoed in the empty hall and in the hearts of everyone at the round table.

A brief silence fell over the air.

After confirming that they hadn't misheard, the knights were filled with turmoil.

As far as they knew, since being summoned, the other party had never personally taken action against any target, except for issuing holy judgments in the capital.

Even the Round Table was no different when facing that devil Charlie.

The only time was probably last night, but they stopped immediately after the other party left the Holy City.

Unexpectedly, he actually plans to lead the expedition himself this time.

"Ah, how enviable! The Sun King is fortunate enough to witness the majesty of the king."

Tristan unconsciously plucked the strings, speaking in a melodious and rhythmic tone.

"I don't think we need to trouble Father to take action; it's enough for me to go."

Mordred grinned and uttered arrogant words.

Despite their arrogance, the people at the round table actually shared similar ideas.

"Although Lord Mordred's words are illogical, the matter of attacking the Sun King can be left to the Round Table. The King need not waste his energy on such a matter."

Agguiwen said, adding a sarcastic remark about the brat.

"That's right, our Round Table will definitely bring you victory."

Gawain and Lancelot made their respective declarations.

The Lion King swept his gaze across the knights present, whose loyalty seemed to overflow, and then spoke.

“I know your strength very well. If it were just the original him, there shouldn’t be any problem handing it over to you.”

The strength of the Round Table is beyond doubt; even Mordred, who is at the bottom of the class, is a first-rate Servant.

Not to mention that they have now received the Lion King's blessing.

Although some of them are not blessings for battle, they do indeed have an enhanced mystique.

If the opponent is a normal Servant, even with territory bonuses, there shouldn't be any major problems as long as everyone at the Round Table attacks together.

"But the Magic King's Holy Grail is with the opponent. If the opponent uses that, you will probably be the ones who are wiped out."

The Lion King speaks realistically in a calm manner.

“But in that case, wouldn’t it be safer to take advantage of the Holy City? There’s no need to let the King take the risk.”

“Agraven, you’ve become timid since becoming a Servant.”

Looking at the black-haired knight with his azure eyes, the Lion King spoke as if teasing him.

"I am truly ashamed, but the thought of Your Majesty's intention to penetrate deep into enemy territory fills me with worry. Moreover, even if an attack is indeed necessary, is bringing only two Round Tables insufficient?"

Agguiwen made no attempt to hide his question, leaning down to ask it.

"It's alright. Even if they use the power of the Holy Grail, they won't be a match for me. The focus of this battle isn't on you anyway; bringing them along is just to deal with other troubles."