The brilliant blue glow shone so brightly, there was not a single shadow cast in the wide prayer room. Then, as the light gradually faded, Caron felt the warm mana wrap around his body.

"Did it succeed?"

The others couldn't even see if he had received a name like everyone else, as the light was still too intense.

"… What is the name of Sir?" The Holy King asked.

At the same time, Caron and Arietta answered, "Mordred."

Only the person who gave the name and the person who received it could clearly recall the name. Mordred mused on his new name and said goodbye to his old name, which had been like a shackle to his freedom. It was just a name, but it felt like that name had tightened itself around his neck, as though it held magic power. Once all the new recruits, including Mordred, received their names, the Holy King gave them instructions.

"Each of you raise your power."

Three knights raised their power awkwardly, and soon their hair turned blue. Mordred alone did not raise his power.

"What are you doing, Sir Mordred?" Aradrian questioned.

"Uh... Well, I was trying to raise it, but I’m worried it’d cause big trouble if I did it here."

The power within him felt like it was about to burst, but Mordred quickly used his martial aura to suppress...