Lancelot walked to a place about a hundred meters away from Annuo and stopped.
Annuo observed his son through the wind and sand.
Lancelot, who stood opposite him, said nothing and showed no desire to attack. He just lowered his head.
Maybe it was looking at the blood on his body, or maybe it was looking at the yellow sand under his feet.
The magic power in him is undoubtedly huge.
It was so huge that An Nuo felt a little heavy.
Looking at Lancelot like this, Anno sighed.
Lancelot...is he strong?
Perhaps judging from the fact that he and Mordred were defeated by Anno with bare hands after becoming a humble king, he is not strong. After Anno retreated to the second line, the title of "Britain's Strongest" is also there. It looked like a joke afterwards.
But what about the facts?
Is it really?
Mordred's strength is not considered strong among the Round Table, and can only be regarded as above average. Such Mordred cannot resist the erosion of the humble king's body.
But Lancelot was different.
Lancelot is far stronger than Mordred, and the Round Table after Anno is the strongest, and this is not a false claim.
He can resist the invasion of consciousness caused by the humble king's body. Even if there is just a trace, he may be able to break free on his own.
However, perhaps because of killing Gareth, Lancelot fell into self-doubt.
But even so, after his body became aware of Annuo's plan, he tried his best to restrain his own strength and let the light shine through. Annuo, who had barely unleashed most of his strength, put on the clothes he and Mordred wore. The skin was peeled off.
Moreover, the body of a humble king actually weakened rather than strengthened Lancelot.
He was the son of Anno, and he told all Britain of his power.
He stands on the land of Camelot, watching over the country like a father.
At least, that's how it was until the Camelot Riots.
So...the current Lancelot is very strong.
This huge magic power that comes from nowhere, coupled with the protection of the Lion King, Lancelot, can completely pose a threat to Annuo.
but--
"What are you confused about, kid."
Anno's voice was extremely calm and filled Lancelot's ears.
He saw a bad sign from Lancelot.
That spiritual base was on the verge of distortion.
Lancelot did not answer his father.
Likewise, the sword was not drawn.
The empty hands were raised, along with the head.
Looked at Annuo.
"Father..." Lancelot called out in a hoarse voice, "Is it sinful to insist on what you have always insisted on?"
Facing his son's question, Annuo's eyes showed a hint of complexity.
"If you refer to this question alone, I have not sent you my answer, Lancelot."
"but......"
"Look at your hands. If they are stained with innocent blood, you are guilty."
"This is my answer to you as a father."
Annuo said something ambiguous.
But Lancelot already understood what Anno meant.
He clenched his hands tightly and his body trembled, but then suddenly relaxed two seconds later.
"Father, I know."
"I know..."
"Everything I'm doing is undoubtedly wrong."
"It's sinful, even - heinous."
Lancelot's resolute face had a look of collapse, and there was a frightening hollowness in his eyes.
"but......"
"Are you still going to betray? Are you still going to betray? Even after this death, now that you have become a so-called Servant——"
"Also, does it take betrayal to make the right choice?"
call--
The wind and sand were still dancing wildly, and the battle behind him was almost over. Even if Annuo was not there, it would be difficult for the Sphinx to threaten Chaldea in front of several riding servants. Annuo did not have to worry about that.
His eyes were now focused on his son.
"So...you came to me." An Nuo raised his head slightly and sighed.
"Yes, father..." Lancelot laughed sadly, and it was ugly.
"After all, you are my father..."
"No matter how powerful I am, no matter how brave I am, even if I have become an old-timer in the Round Table - I am still your son."
"...I don't understand all this. Really, I don't understand..."
Lancelot gritted his teeth and endured his emotions.
"The king is wrong, I know this very well."
"However, I was already a traitor during my lifetime and brought such disaster to Camelot and Britain. I really don't have the face to betray you again."
"But - I can no longer stand what that king has done."
"Brothers Aggawain and Gawain are only following the king's orders. Gareth has been wiped out of his feelings, and Tristan has turned around. He even thinks that is kind and gentle. As for Mordred - she has never been I never thought about betraying my father again."
"How can I...have the face to betray you again?"
"I can't think anymore, father...can you tell me the answer?" Lancelot looked at Annuo tremblingly, "I don't want to escape anymore, and I don't want to be confused anymore."
He is not a man of choice.
Just like facing Princess Yin Lian who was pregnant with Galahad, he neither married her nor killed her decisively to wash away his shame.
Just like facing the king he fell in love with, he neither chose to put aside his feelings and simply serve as a courtier and knight, nor did he choose to express his feelings in order to get an unknown result.
He is not good at it, let alone dare not.
So he escaped, turned a deaf ear to Galahad's birth, and held some kind of damn "Arthurian party" with Princess Guinevere and Mordred in the garden of the Royal Court of Camelot.
but......
This time, Lancelot knew he could no longer escape.
But relying on himself, he couldn't make a choice.
He had already been unfaithful once, but the atrocities of the Lion King were too much for him to bear.
"… Take up your sword, knight."
What responded to the confused Lancelot was Jian An's voice accompanied by the wind and sand.
Looking up, his father had already clenched his fists. Magic power was bursting out of his body, and he mustered up a strong momentum. Even the wind and sand could not get close to him.
"...Father?" Lancelot was a little confused.
"In the battle, find your own answer."
Putting his fists together, Annuo reopened his eyes with a serious expression.
"I can't give you an answer, because that's a choice you have to make, and now -"
"Face me, face your father, my child."
"Go back to the beginning and try to find a living space under my fist!"
