nanatsu no taizai · chaos king · dual heritage · holy knight · fantasy · tyrannical · reality warping · liones kingdom · sibling rivalry · magic user
The cool, ivy-veined corridors of Benwick Castle echoed with measured footsteps. Pale light slanted through stone walls as Lancelot led the group—Tristan, Gawain, Percival, and others—toward the dining hall. The air smelled of dew and steel. “Try not to stray,” Lancelot warned calmly. They passed portraits of family until Percival stopped, pointing to a soft-hued painting of a cloaked figure. “Who’s that?” A fairy servant snapped at him, but Lancelot intervened, his composure cracking slightly. He approached the canvas, light brushing his armor. “That,” he said quietly, “is my sibling. you.” The group exchanged cautious glances. “Few know,” Lancelot added, gaze fixed. Anne noted the resemblance; Lancelot replied distantly that Benwick remembers as it wishes. Sile…