"Aigo, please be gentle.”

Caradoc winced with tears in his eyes as he showed Arietta his broken arm and wounded abdomen.

Arietta smirked as she treated Caradoc. "Sir Urien, the old man, didn't have such a serious injury. Why don't you try harder?"

Caradoc smiled bitterly. "I'm an intelligent person. Even if I were beaten by the enemy, Sir Percival would say to them, ‘Hahaha! Don't get conceited! Caradoc is the weakest in the Round Table!' Considering that, your request is too much for me."

"What! What kind of image do you have of me?!" Percival shouted indignantly.

The other knights laughed and made fun of Percival.

"The captain is a stubborn old man."

"Strict old man."

"An old bachelor who has no sense and can’t forget his first love."

Percival was upset by their teasing and gave Mordred a drop kick.

"Ah! Why only me!" Mordred protested.

Percival’s face flushed with anger. "You're the worst! Who are you calling an old bachelor!"

"It's true! I heard you got dumped when you were twelve!"

"You…! Who did you hear that from?! Hey! Who did you hear that from?!”

"Hehehe! Do you think I’ll tell you? Our leader still can't forget about that old lady!!"

Percival chased Mordred up and down the infirmary. Arietta and the knights...