“Below… the surface?”0

The term “Round Table” described more than one thing. In the ancient sense, it meant an actual round table where Knights representing their nations could sit around and talk to each other. In a broader sense, though, it was simply the name of the organization these Knights were affiliated to.0

As for the Round Table Wiggins referred to now? Of course he meant the headquarters of that very organization.0

“Headquarters” indicated a place, an address. In other words, it'd be reasonable to expect…0

'...To see some buildings, at least.'0

Vator furrowed his brow. “Okay, so… Are you saying the Round Table is underground?”0

“Correct,” said Wiggins with a cool nod.0

“...Under here? Really?”0

All Vator could see was an empty field and some rocks, so to hear there were gigantic man-made facilities below the surface?0

‘...Well, there’s no problem with that, now is there?’0

Such an arrangement shouldn't be too surprising. Whether it was the Korean Martial Assembly or China's Three Kings and their factions… Most martial arts organizations set up their headquarters in areas far removed from the spheres of “normal” people's activities. After all, having witnesses would never be a good thing in this line of work.0

Although it seemed a bit excessive to build underground facilities just to avoid being seen by the public, Vator ultimately didn't see any problem with this arrangement.0

What troubled him was something else, though.0

“In that case, how do we go down?”0

“With magic, of course,” said Wiggins nonchalantly.0

“Magic, you say?”0

“Yes. You can’t see it, but there is a massive magic circle installed in this area. Once we...0