"Oh? Is there some kind of threshold for entering the Holy City? Those below it must die?" Daniel asked aloud.
He naturally knew the specific details, but those weren't things he should know. So in front of Lancelot, he could only act ignorant.
"Sorry, I cannot say more." Although Lancelot was internally inclined toward the two before him, that was absolutely no reason for him to leak the Holy City's secrets.
"Then, could we trouble you to deliver a visiting note for us? We have no intention of fighting your side while the situation is unclear," Sanzang asked.
"While I would very much like to help you with this, unfortunately, I am not allowed to enter the Holy City without being summoned." Lancelot shrugged and replied.
"You can have the guards at the gate deliver the note inside," Daniel reminded him.
"I cannot guarantee it will reach the King, because there is an unfathomable Administrative Officer inside the city."
Lancelot finally relented.
"Can you two ride horses?" Lancelot asked, looking at them.
"Does your horse... have spirit?" Sanzang asked with a smile.
Why did she appear in the Caster Class instead of the Rider Class?
Wasn't it because she could ride a horse, but wasn't good at it?
In the past, during the journey to the West, she had guards to lead the horse before meeting Wukong and the others, so she could ride.
After having Wukong, Wukong led the horse.
Later, the White Dragon turned into a horse. That was a spirited one; even without someone leading it, she didn't have to worry about being thrown off.
It's been how many years, and now you're asking if she can ride a horse?
"I should be able to ride," Daniel replied with a strange expression.
Although Gareth was a Lancer, she had the Riding skill, which was bloody ridiculous.
So even if he, Daniel, had never ridden a horse, he could still do it.
"Then I'll give you two one horse." Lancelot waved his hand, and a purple-armored knight behind him actively jumped off his horse and handed the reins to Daniel.
"Do you want to sit in front or in back?" Daniel turned to Sanzang with a smile and asked.
"I feel like you have some kind of scheme." Sanzang gripped the tin staff in her hand uneasily. "How about I try to summon the White Dragon?"
"Give up. You just don't have the luck in your life to summon those three disciples and the White Dragon," Daniel replied with a curl of his lip. "I don't want to see Lancelot perform a 'Dragon Slayer Legend' before we even set out."
Sanzang pouted and could only choose to sit in the back.
She didn't want to be held in the arms of this young man who harbored ill intentions toward her.
Then she regretted it.
The jolting of the horse as it ran made her very uncomfortable.
Her chest felt tight, and her legs were sore.
"Those clothes of yours... are quite unique." After dismounting, Lancelot looked at the pajama top with two missing sleeves on Daniel's body with a peculiar expression.
"I brought this from my hometown; it has great sentimental value." Daniel sat on the horse, unwilling to move.
Sanzang, on the other hand, couldn't wait to jump off the horse's back and stretch her legs.
She never thought that riding a horse would be such an uncomfortable experience.
Lancelot didn't dare approach the Holy City casually, so he could only have his subordinate knights deliver his own transcribed visiting note along with Sanzang's original.
In less than ten minutes, a small side door of the Holy City was opened.
The man who made Lancelot's brows knit in anger walked over from there with a gloomy face.
"Is your Excellency that Master Xuanzang?" Without even glancing at Lancelot, Agravain stared at Sanzang and asked.
"Indeed." Sanzang performed her single-palm salute again.
"Then please follow me inside. The King has agreed to your audience." Agravain glanced at the young man still sitting on the horse and then turned to leave.
As for Lancelot... did such a person even exist?
Sanzang looked up at Daniel, and her gaze immediately became less than friendly.
He had put Gareth's leather armor back on.
Lightly jumping down from the horse, Daniel returned the animal to Lancelot's subordinate and, under the strange looks of the crowd, followed Agravain's figure along with Sanzang.
"This young lad really knows how to have fun," Lancelot concluded after watching for a while.
The Holy City had quite a few gates, and they were large.
After passing through about ten gates of various sizes, they finally entered the central palace of the Holy City.
Whether it was because Agravain was too silent a person, he didn't have any interaction with Daniel and Sanzang along the way.
However, his gaze would occasionally land on Daniel's leather armor, his expression extremely complex.
In the throne room, the Lion King sat expressionless upon her throne.
The other Knights of the Round Table who chose to continue following her were scattered in other corners, with only Gawain standing closest to her.
When Daniel and Sanzang followed Agravain into the throne room, everyone's attention immediately focused on Daniel.
"Why?" The Lion King looked at the two standing before her, speaking with an extremely cold tone, "Answer me, why have you come to the end of this world to seek an audience with me?"
"The end of the world?" Sanzang was stunned upon hearing this, her eyes unconsciously glancing at Daniel.
She had never heard of such a thing.
"King Arthur..."
"No!" The Lion King suddenly interrupted Sanzang's speech, "I am not King Arthur, but the Lion King."
"Eh? Not King Arthur?" Sanzang was even more bewildered.
With the Knights of the Round Table clearly surrounding her, why did she claim not to be King Arthur?
"Lion King, I have come to see you to confirm my next course of action," Sanzang corrected herself. "I want to see with my own eyes what your intentions are through your actions, and use that to judge whether I should become your enemy."
"You wish to be my enemy?" The Lion King's tone lacked even a hint of emotion, but the moment she finished speaking, both Gawain and Mordred placed their hands on their sword hilts.
Tristan placed his fingers on the strings of his harp.
Only Agravain, having understood the Lion King's intent, did not take an aggressive stance against Sanzang and Daniel.
"That depends on my final confirmation of Her Majesty, the Lion King." Targeted by such terrifying pressure, the corners of Sanzang's mouth twitched; if the setting weren't so inappropriate, she would have wanted to cry.
"You three, could you pull back your killing intent a bit? Her Majesty, the Lion King hasn't said anything yet, and you're already radiating such murderous intent toward guests. Do you wish to bring shame upon your King's face?" Daniel stepped in front of Sanzang, blocking the malicious glares Gawain and Mordred directed at her.
Seeing Daniel blocking Sanzang, the expressions of the two shifted several times before they finally withdrew their stances and killing intent.
Only Tristan continued to tirelessly radiate his hostility.
"Sir Tristan, do not act so unseemly before the King without receiving orders," Agravain said coldly.