Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Lancelot had actually been prepared to be slapped across the face with a shield upon meeting his son. After all, back in Great Britain, whenever he saw his son, he would often be met with a fierce glare and then a punch. This often made Lancelot wonder if his son was in a perpetual rebellious phase against him as a father. It was a matter of personality, after all. His bad relationship with his son should be normal... yeah right!

It was only today that Lancelot knew it wasn't a matter of personality at all. It was all because his son was a man! Look at his own daughter before him! Even with such a personality, so what? He could still shamelessly chase after her. Even if his own daughter rolled her eyes at him, he would only find her adorable. That's right, just imagining his daughter rolling her eyes at him now... ah...

Indeed, his own daughter was the best!! From now on, he, Lancelot, would be his daughter's number one believer. What to do? Right now, he had to be his daughter's opponent, but he didn't want to fight at all!! If he were to lay a hand on his most adorable daughter, he would regret it for the rest of his life!! Ah! Daughter! My adorable daughter!

Right now, Lancelot just wanted to open his arms, put down the weapon in his hand. Anyway, the "Gift" on his body was already very strong, so it shouldn't matter if he got beaten up.

Come, my dear daughter, just like that, launch an attack on your father's chest!!

Although Lancelot really wanted to say that, the Lion King was currently watching the situation from the palace. He was a knight who had sworn loyalty to the King. Lancelot gritted his teeth and still raised the treasured sword in his hand towards the young girl before him.

There was no choice. At present, this was the best option. In this world on the verge of destruction, the path pointed out by the Lion King was correct and firm. So he had to offer his sword. The Round Table of the past was already over!

Mash took a deep breath. For some reason, she felt even angrier now. The shield in her hand was filled with magical energy, and then she threw it out like a throwing star. The magical energy in her body surged, and her original armor became more exquisite. At the same time, a red-hilted treasured sword appeared at her waist. As the shield was thrown out, the red-hilted knightly sword was also unsheathed, and she slashed down at Lancelot.

The shield slammed fiercely into Lancelot's body. If it weren't for Lancelot's extremely high martial arts skill, which allowed him to block the fierce shield bash while at the same time sidestepping the treasured sword, that last attack would have sent him flying, re-enacting Tristan's aerial spinning special move. However, even so, after landing, Mash quickly turned, and the heel of her armored high heel kicked Lancelot directly in the chin.

In the end, Lancelot could not escape the fate of being kicked away.

To allow Tristan to hunt down civilians, and to have allowed it many times at that... perhaps when the Holy Selection was held here before, some of the civilians were captured by this very knight. The thought of it made her anger burn even hotter!

"Lancelot! You've gone far enough! Is this how the knight most beloved by King Arthur should act?!"

Without pausing, she grabbed the shield and smashed it forward again. This time, the shield dragged Lancelot along the ground, leaving a deep trench. Then, Mash retracted her knightly sword, rushed forward quickly, grabbed Lancelot's leg, and swung him upwards. Then she grabbed the shield again and, as if playing table tennis, swung Lancelot out once more.

At this moment, Lancelot was feeling both pain and pleasure. Ah, his daughter's martial arts were truly superb. Even with the Lion King's blessing on him, this pain still penetrated his heart and lungs.

Lancelot adjusted his posture in mid-air and landed steadily. One hand clutched his chest, while he looked at the young girl before him with a complicated expression. At this moment, Mash was walking towards him step by step, holding her shield. The sound of her stepping on the stones was like her stepping on his heart.

"It seems words alone are not enough to wake you up. In that case... Knight Lancelot! It's time for a lecture with the shield! I'll bet this body, I'll bet this power! Now, I will cleanse the stain of the Round Table Knights! If you are still that knight beloved by King Arthur, then grit your teeth and take it all!!"

The shield smashed forward once again. Lancelot was already prepared to knock the shield away with his knightly sword. However, at the moment the shield was about to collide with the sword, the shield dissolved into magical energy and disappeared. And Lancelot, because he had swung his sword, had created an opening on his side.

It was also at this moment that Mash arrived at Lancelot's side. The shield, re-formed in her hand, struck Lancelot's face like a gauntleted fist.

"If you have doubts about the King's actions, then correct them! If the King makes a mistake, then fight against it! Have you forgotten your knightly code? Do you really think killing innocent people is the right thing to do? For the ideal of becoming a knight who protects everyone until the very end, don't you know this best? No matter how vague and ethereal that ideal is, you must grit your teeth and bet everything!"

Smashing the shield fiercely on Arondight, Mash raised her palm and then slapped Lancelot across the other side of his face. "That is the one and only King you love most—Arthur!"

Looking at Lancelot, who was stunned by the slap, a clear handprint on his face, Mash pressed her knightly sword against his neck. "A knight should take pride in defending the country and serving the people. As a knight, as a father, don't you feel ashamed?!!"

In the end, the blade did not pierce. She angrily sheathed her knightly sword, then kicked at the space between Lancelot's legs. As Lancelot flew backward and crashed into the city wall, the anger on Mash's face finally subsided. "Have you sobered up a bit? Knight Lancelot."

At this moment, Lancelot was kneeling in the ruins, the corner of his mouth twitching. Being beaten so fiercely by that shield, being slapped across the face by his own daughter an unknown number of times... of course, he had to sober up a bit. But was it really necessary to do this, my adorable daughter!

Enduring the pain coming from a certain part of his body, and enduring his affection for his daughter, Lancelot stood up. Although his legs were still a little shaky, in front of his daughter, he absolutely could not show any loss of composure.

"I was wrong... being beaten by that shield like that, of course, I have to sober up."

I'm sorry, Lion King. I'm rebelling for my daughter!