"I say, can the two of you still call yourselves knights?"
Earlier, this white-haired youth fighting him one-on-one was one thing.
But now, even his original target King Lot of Orkney had joined the fray.
Fine, I did come here with hostile intentions toward you but a two-on-one gank while acting all righteous? Since when is this chivalry?
Lancelot had no way of knowing just how low a time-traveler's moral standards could be.
I'll beat honor into the ground.
Winning is all that matters methods be damned.
Lot couldn't care less about things like "dignity."
As for Galahad on the other side?
Since when does a son beating his father need to follow knightly codes?
While attacking, Lot casually remarked to Lancelot: "For you? No honor necessary."
Meanwhile, Galahad coldly added: "Assassins forfeit the right to chivalry. If you chose this path, you should've been prepared to abandon its principles."
Hearing this, Lancelot felt the urge to cough up blood.
Yes, I came to confront Lot but through proper knightly combat!
I'm no assassin where's this "sneak attack" nonsense coming from?!
What the hell is your problem?!
Lot's my target, yet even he isn't as vicious as you!
He only strikes opportunistically you're going for the kill with every move!
We've never even met!
Why do you act like I owe you a blood debt?!
What did I even do to you?!
Lancelot racked his brain but came up empty.
At the same time, he couldn't afford to split his focus not with Galahad's relentless assault.
Just then, Lot and Galahad intensified their offensive.
The two coordinated seamlessly Galahad clashing head-on while Lot flanked with precise strikes.
If we're already ganging up, might as well go all out.
Lot's swordplay deliberately targeted Lancelot's lower vitals.
Behind them, Morgan rained enhancement magecraft exclusively on Lot.
"Don't you dare get hurt."
She poured every buff she knew into him
And didn't spare a single spell for Galahad.
Both Galahad and Lancelot noticed.
For some reason, they simultaneously felt a pang of… bitterness.
The two pressed their assault.
Galahad remained unscathed.
Lot, however, keenly felt the gap between them.
"As expected my Shikamaru-level talents can't compare to these two top-tier Round Table knights."
While their combined strength could overpower Lancelot, he'd still be at risk.
Better avoid direct clashes.
I'm a scholar at heart.
This brute force stuff isn't my style.
"Well then… the times have changed, old man."
Lot disengaged, drawing his MP5 from his waist.
Galahad could hold his own against Lancelot, so his retreat wouldn't tip the scales.
Seizing an opening when the two separated, he leveled the submachine gun
Bullets rained like quicksilver toward Lancelot.
As he fired, Lot recalled a scene from a past life's Holy Grail War where he'd once shot at Saber the same way.
"Hah. Artoria, you ate half our pantry, but at least you were on our side."
"Consider this payback on your behalf."
Lancelot had been wholly focused on Galahad's blade
Until Lot's strange weapon entered the equation.
His confusion lasted only until muzzle flashes erupted, spraying metal toward his face.
He barely raised his guard in time.
The projectiles themselves weren't lethal
But their sheer volume overwhelmed him.
Worse, they all aimed for his eyes and other unarmored weak points.
He twisted aside, narrowly avoiding blindness
Just as Galahad capitalized on the distraction.
Lancelot's pauldron shattered under the blow.
Galahad's boot slammed toward his kidney.
"HEY! That's too vicious!"
Lancelot barely rolled away in time.
"I'm not even married yet if that hit landed, my bloodline ends HERE!"
Behind them, Lot nearly choked laughing.
[Truly, a heartwarming father-son dynamic. Gala really went for the kidney shot his own dad's no less! Who even targets there?!]
Meanwhile, Morgan still mid-enhancement spell almost dropped her staff.
This white-haired knight is the purple one's child?!
Are you hallucinating?!
That purple-haired guy looks barely twenty!
No way he has a fifteen/sixteen-year-old son!
Even early puberty doesn't work like that!
Unless… he's like Merlin, faking his youth?
No real and fake youth feel completely different.
This knight's age is legit!
Then what's the explanation?!
Is Gala actually a toddler who just looks like a teen?!
Morgan's brain short-circuited.
Also if Gala knows this is his father, why's he hitting so hard?!
This is filial piety?!
My future child better not inherit this trait.
Absolute obedience that's the standard.
On the battlefield, Lancelot eyed his shattered shoulder armor, then Galahad's bloodthirsty glare and Lot's odd weapon.
Today's victory was impossible.
"This battle… I'll continue it another time."
Only for Lot to holster his gun and call out:
"Lancelot. If you leave now, those nobles will scheme you to your grave."