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-Are you really telling me that... The Round Table still hasn't reached a consensus?!
Elena asked incredulously. As for Knight Wiggins staring at her visage through the monitor, he oh-so-badly wanted to rub his tired eyes.
However, when his fingertips touched the smooth surface of his mask, Wiggins almost reflexively grabbed at it in anger.
'This bloody mask...!'
There was a time when he was deeply proud of this mask. A knight's mask symbolized how one had willingly discarded their previous self.
To discard one's identity as a citizen of a country, a part of a society, and a member of their family to solely devote their being to the Round Table and uphold world peace... This mask was the symbol of that will.
Knight Wiggins could still vividly remember the day he received this mask. The sense of accomplishment from thinking that all his efforts had been acknowledged, the indescribable joy of finally receiving his glorious knighthood, and the oppressive weight of the mask pressing down on his face...! All those sensations and memories were living within this mask.
However, Knight Wiggins had begun feeling that this mask was getting more and more cumbersome lately.
Back then, he had no idea what it meant to abandon his identity and devote every fiber of his being to the Round Table. He thought that it was merely another way of referring to a knight's honor. But the recent events helped Wiggins learn the true meaning behind that notion.
In this place, 'he' didn't...
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