Chapter 56: We Will Not Enjoy This Glory Alone!
The area of the chalk-white city was large, very large. This city, built jointly by fairies and humans, was designed from the very beginning with the scale of a fortress that could accommodate "one hundred thousand people."
Although the current occupancy rate of this city was less than thirty percent of the original plan, and by the standards of later generations, it was a veritable "ghost town"... but it was undeniable that this city, whose main buildings were all built with white marble, was indeed the most prosperous and also the most enthusiastic place on this island.
[Camelot, the City of Flowers]—people of later generations would probably evaluate this city this way, right?
"So tired..."
After walking for about twenty minutes, Mash's face had become slightly rosy, and her breathing had also become disordered. This was of course due to her poor physical fitness. Born for the great proposition of [Saving the World], she had grown up in a sterile room since she was a child—her body was actually very fragile, not even reaching half the level of her peers.
But at the same time, even though her stamina had reached its limit, she still refused to stop her steps. She seemed to want to use the last bit of strength in her body on this road, walking forward firmly. The lively and prosperous scenes were presented before her one by one, making her, who had never seen these scenes, reluctant to even blink.
"Let's take a rest."
Shiroryu saw her exhaustion, and also saw the desire hidden in her eyes.
—She no longer wanted to just "look" like now. She wanted to come into contact with this prosperous city, to truly experience the life of this city.
"There's a shop selling fruit wine ahead. Their taste is quite good. And if it's you, you can even get a free glass of wine from them."
"Eh, is that really possible???"
Of course it was possible. Because this was a royal decree that Artoria had announced after the city was built, and also a "rule" that the people living in this city spontaneously maintained, and even actively vied for:
Foreigners—no matter if you were from other kingdoms of Britain, or from foreign tribes like the Saxons or Picts, or even from further places like the Romans... as long as you came to this city as a "foreigner," you could be warmly received by the residents.
"Look, this is our sacred Camelot, this is our magnificent chalk-white city."
"We will not enjoy this glory alone—we must let the world know what a great era we live in!"
...
Half an hour later, he and Mash had a very difficult time getting out of that prosperous commercial street. In their hands, they were carrying a small bucket of fruit wine made from berries—but it was not just wine. In the basket that had been given to them by a certain enthusiastic resident, there were also three loaves of bread, a pair of roasted chicken legs, a large handful of pine nuts, and other small trinkets.
"Are the people in this city so friendly to foreigners?"
On a stone bench in the park, Mash, who seemed to have become familiar with this city, was no longer in her initial restrained state—she was lying on the stone table in a "not-so-ladylike" posture, recovering her strength while taking small sips of the sweet-tasting wine. The little white beast named "Fou" was even more naturally running to the side of the basket, shelling pine nuts for itself with a very skilled motion.
"It's just like paradise—"
The refreshing wine went down her throat, soothing the anxiety in the girl's heart, and also giving her a clearer understanding of this city: "A city that shouldn't exist in this world, beautiful like a mirage."
This was the specific evaluation Mash gave after some careful thought.
To be honest, having grown up in Chaldea since she was a child, she had actually never seen other human settlements—but she was just simple, definitely not naive. She had read books and had been on the internet, and had learned about the world where humans lived outside through various channels... She could swear that even in the 21st century, when human civilization was already highly developed, there was no city where the residents could be like the residents living in this city: harmonious and stable, and at the same time enthusiastic and hospitable, proud of this city and at the same time not looking down on foreigners because of it.......
Although the contact time was still very short, she had already, from the bottom of her heart, fallen in love with this city. She had fallen in love with this living atmosphere that was filled with a positive and upward emotion in the midst of peace and tranquility.
—No one would hate this kind of city.
But for some reason, while marveling at the beauty of this city, a voice suddenly sounded in her mind, bringing her new doubts: "A city like this... can it really exist in the present world?"
...
In the royal palace, in the Round Table hall, since this new conference hall was built, this was the first time it had become so lively.
Kay, Bedivere, Lamorak, Tristan, Percival, Bors.
Gawain, Gareth, Gaheris, Agravain, Mordred, Lancelot.
Six Round Table Knights of the present world, six Round Table Knights from the Throne of Heroes. In addition, there was Artoria as the king and Merlin as the advisor. Except for the "Knight of Calamity" who was temporarily unable to attend for some reason, all the Round Table Knights of the king were present.
But to be honest, such a "reunion" was by no means a happy reunion of old friends after a long separation. There was no "harmonious and loving" atmosphere among these Round Table Knights—on the contrary, because of the conflicts in their previous lives, these Round Table Knights who had appeared in the form of Servants could be said to be at loggerheads, and had even once reached the point of drawing their swords.
For example, Gawain and Lancelot—if it weren't for Artoria's timely intervention, the holy sword containing the power of the sun would have already started to burn.
"In short, my sirs, that's roughly the situation. I know there seem to be some conflicts among you, but please do not fight in this city. The sanctuary does not tolerate turmoil, the present world does not tolerate violence. Those who bear swords should settle things with swords. Our great cause does not tolerate haze."
Artoria said in a very serious voice.
—This was a warning.
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