Fate: Typemoon - My Dragon Knight

Seeing Lancelot apologize so sincerely, the anger in Mash's heart finally dissipated completely. Her previously stern face broke into a smile. "If that's the case, then today's lecture will end here, Father."

Fwoosh—! THUD!!

It was as if the city wall, after being destroyed by her shield, had slammed fiercely into his chest. The impact of that single word was far greater than any of the physical blows from her lecture before. If it weren't for the Lion King's "Gift," Lancelot felt his heart might have just exploded on the spot.

Lancelot leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. This is bad! Even with the "Gift," he still felt his heart beating too fast, and he was having trouble breathing. He never thought that after becoming a Heroic Spirit, more than 1000 years after his own era, he would only now discover that daughters were such adorable beings!!

When he returned to the Throne of Heroes, he would definitely tear down half of his King Arthur posters and replace them with images of his own adorable daughter. A son? What son? From this day forward, he, Lancelot, had no son, only a daughter. Even if this daughter had beaten him up fiercely during their first meeting and simultaneously eliminated the possibility of a Heroic Spirit having a second child.

BUT!

His own daughter was still the cutest in the world!

Why was his daughter so cute? He swore that if his son had been a daughter in his past life, their relationship would definitely not have been so bad. If his daughter liked animals, he would even be willing to put on an animal costume and play the part himself, from a cat to a tiger, from an ant to a whale, anything was possible!

"Lancelot, you have betrayed the King once again. I always believed a knight like you who betrayed the King once was untrustworthy. Now it seems my suspicions were correct. Lancelot, you have betrayed the King's trust again!!"

Agravain's voice came from the side. Following behind him were a large number of Purge Knights. These Purge Knights were all beings who had been enhanced to their limits using special means. They were tall, their equipment was covered in barbs, and even the weapons in their hands, likely due to the Holy Grail's enhancement, were already comparable to Noble Phantasms. At the same time, because Agravain had been continuously modifying these knights and casting frenzy-inducing magic on them, you could consider these Purge Knights to be third-rate Berserkers. Although the strength of each one was not strong compared to the Heroic Spirits present, their numbers were extremely large.

"Lancelot, since you have chosen betrayal this time, then don't blame me for cutting you down before the King! Go!!"

Upon hearing the command, the surrounding Purge Knights immediately charged towards Lancelot, their menacing momentum looking as if they were going to mince him into meat paste.

And Lancelot, at this moment, reacted quickly. He stood directly in front of Mash, with a posture that clearly said, Whatever you plan to do, if you want to touch my daughter, you'll have to step over my body.

A hint of joy and emotion appeared on Mash's face. She then lifted her shield and charged towards Agravain. Are you kidding me? Because she had learned the name of the Heroic Spirit who had entrusted her with their power, the memories of Galahad in her mind had also begun to gradually become clear. Now, because she empathized with Galahad, she really wanted to take her shield and give every one of the Round Table Knights a good face-scrubbing. Especially the face of this Agravain before her. After all, Agravain was an absolutely indispensable member of the entire Round Table.

Although most of the other Round Table members disliked him, calling him the "iron Agravain who knew no pain," the secretary of the Round Table was primarily responsible for the country's internal affairs, doing the dirty work and taking the blame for the King. Some scholars considered Agravain the reason for the Round Table's decline, but the Round Table only began to fall apart after Agravain's death. Agravain was actually the most indispensable person by the King's side, even more important than Merlin. If not for Agravain shouldering some of the unknown dark side for King Arthur, her reign would absolutely not have been so glorious and smooth. Even during Mordred's rebellion, if Agravain had still been there, still guarding Camelot for King Arthur, Mordred would have likely been captured or even interrogated by this iron-willed secretary before she could even act.

Mash took a deep breath and charged towards Agravain. In response to the Purge Knights approaching her, Mash's only answer was a heavy shield bash! The more important this person was to the Round Table, the greater the anger in her heart couldn't help but grow. Because didn't a more important person have more contact with the King? And the more contact one had with the King, shouldn't one understand better what the King was like? This Lion King that these common people spoke of, and that beloved King Arthur—how were they the same at all? Even at the end of King Arthur's story, when some people questioned her, they were only questioning if she could continue to lead the Round Table better, not questioning her love for Britain and for them.

Over there, Tristan took a deep breath. After breaking away from Gareth—or more accurately, from Mash—he set his sights on those civilians. It was just a pity that just as he was about to begin a massacre and feel the joy of blood staining his fingers, Da Vinci stood in his way.

"My sincerest apologies, but I will not let you kill a single citizen."

Da Vinci nodded at the ordinary people who were retreating behind her, signaling for them to leave this place as quickly as possible. Those ordinary people had originally thought they were destined to die here, never expecting such a miraculous escape. Thus, they frantically bowed in thanks to this unknown magus before preparing to leave quickly.

But before they could get far, the previously dim sky suddenly became bright with the midday sun.

To be able to turn the originally dark sky into this, probably only that man could do it at this moment. That's right, that man had come! The man who represented the sun, the Knight of the Round Table—Gawain!

Walking with solemn and heavy steps, Gawain, holding his sun sword, stared at the ordinary people before him and slowly raised his blade. "It's a pity. None of you are leaving today."

However, just as the Sun Knight finished speaking, a compressed beam of magical energy shot towards him from the distant horizon. This forced Gawain to take a defensive stance, but even so, the powerful magic still sent him flying. Immediately after, a voice that Gawain absolutely did not want to hear reached his ears.

"What are you talking about, my dear nephew? In the name of the Holy Knight, I am protecting these people!"