Clomp, clomp…0

Strange feelings continued to wash over Knight Wellinger as he headed to the Round Table.0

‘How bizarre.’0

How many times had he visited the Round Table over the years? Although he had never counted it, the number should easily exceed three digits.0

Even if Knights often dealt with situations within their countries, and the Round Table allowed its core members to hold remote conferences, some matters still required those with the Knight title to visit the organization’s headquarters.0

Especially more so when they were supposed to uphold the Round Table’s customs!0

As such, Knight Wellinger had to step into the Round Table HQ countless times.0

The powerful emotion of awe he felt back when he stepped into the Round Table for the first time after enduring long and arduous training and self-sacrifice to become the representative Knight of his nation still lived on vividly in his memories.0

He always tried to recall that emotion whenever he returned to the Round Table’s HQ. He told himself that giving his all to this organization was for the good of his nation as well as his comrades of the Round Table.0

Wellinger slightly raised his head to look. The surroundings still looked familiar.0

Only by walking through this somewhat dim corridor for some time could he reach the main hall where the actual round...0