Arthur spoke to this point, as if suddenly realizing something, his voice gradually lowered, carrying a hint of indistinct emotion.
"I still remember, the year I was awarded the title of Junior Knight, the first time I was summoned to St. James's Palace. At that time, His Majesty William was still alive, he wore his favorite Navy Marshal uniform, inviting me to sit beside him."
Leisen's eyebrows slightly twitched.
Arthur, of course, knew what she was thinking, but it didn't prevent him from pushing the plot to a climax: "His Majesty patted my shoulder and said to me, 'Young man, being a knight is not a title, nor a medal, but the choices you make every day.'"
"Since then," Arthur let out a light sigh, "I have told myself that if the day comes when I shy away from practicing knightly spirit out of fear of power, then I would not deserve the title of Junior Knight, and I would not deserve the words His Majesty said to me that day."
