Lancelot was tied up tightly.
His first instinct was that he was about to be used as a sacrificial offering for the army's banners.
He couldn't help but struggle.
Are you Britons really this barbaric?
Using a living person for sacrifice?
Is this still a land that believes in God?
Come here, give me a sword let me die in a duel with you instead!
But I absolutely refuse to accept being sacrificed !
"Gala, why are you tying him up so tightly?"
Artoria asked, puzzled, as she watched Galahad's actions.
Since Lot and Morgan often referred to Galahad as "Gala," Kay and Artoria had also picked up the habit of calling him that.
And Galahad himself never raised any objections.
Hearing Artoria's question, Galahad smiled sheepishly and replied, "Oh, isn't the battle about to start? I'm just making sure he doesn't escape."
Artoria nodded in understanding.
She didn't see anything wrong with it.
If it were her sworn brother Kay doing this, she'd suspect he was just playing a prank.
But this was Galahad doing it.
In daily life, his words and actions spoke for themselves he was more pure-hearted and kind than anyone else.
If he was the one tying up Lancelot, then the problem definitely wasn't with Galahad.
This just went to show how important maintaining a good reputation was.
"He's being unruly, so I'm making sure he stays put," Galahad continued, addressing Artoria.
Before he had crossed over, he'd already heard rumors in Camelot about an illicit affair between Queen Guinevere and Sir Lancelot.
So there's no way I'm letting you go see that Guinevere.
With that thought, Galahad tightened the ropes in his hands again.
Though bound tightly, Lancelot let out a sigh of relief.
Good, they're just trying to keep me from running away not sacrificing me.
"I wouldn't run away!"
Lancelot protested loudly at Galahad.
And the ropes were tightened even further.
Seeing Galahad's resolute expression, Lancelot shut his mouth.
He knew that if he kept protesting,
Galahad might just forge a giant steel cage and lock him inside.
"Next time, if you're going to say something unbefitting of a knight, don't. Leave it to me instead."
Back in the castle, Morgan was lecturing Lot.
"I don't care about my image even if people call me a fairy or a monster, it doesn't matter. But you, need to maintain your reputation properly."
"Honestly, I don't care either. If you don't care about your own reputation, why should I worry about mine?"
Lot scratched his head as he answered.
"I don't care about my reputation, but I care about yours."
Morgan smacked Lot's arm and spoke seriously.
"I can endure being slandered myself, but I won't allow anyone to tarnish you."
Hearing Morgan's words, Lot felt a warmth in his heart.
[Morgan is so adorable. For now, I'll agree, but I can't let her take on all the dirty work in the future.]
Morgan glanced up at Lot.
Hmph. You think you can sneak around behind my back?
She shouted inwardly.
Then, changing the subject, she smiled and asked, "By the way, what kind of reward do you think King Leodegrance will give us? Money? Or something else?"
"Who knows? For now, let's not name our price. The more desperate he is, the more he'll offer. If we can get him to , it'll make things much easier when we march into Scotland later."
Lot grinned like a little devil as he spoke to Morgan.
"Mmm." Morgan nodded lightly. Then, as if remembering something, she looked up and said, "WaitI remember King Leodegrance has a very beautiful daughter. You better not get any ideas."
"What kind of nonsense is that?"
Lot reached out and rapped Morgan sharply on the head.
[Silly Morgan, you're all I need. I've never even seen this so-called Guinevere, and even if I had, I wouldn't be interested. Right now, I'm more interested in the hundred and fifty knights that'll come with her as part of the dowry. That's a solid fighting force it'd be great if they joined us.]
Hearing Lot's thoughts, Morgan, despite the sharp knock on her head, was still in high spirits.
"Hmph, who knows what you're really thinking?" Morgan snorted, then grabbed Lot. "I've decided to protect your virtue, I'm going to drain you dry first."
"But… don't you have a baby in your belly?"
Lot pointed at Morgan's stomach.
"You told me before… sometimes, other places can be used…"
Morgan's expression turned slightly awkward as she spoke.
But her hands didn't hesitate at all as she dragged Lot deeper into the castle.
King Leodegrance was still waiting anxiously.
His hair had turned gray, and he looked thoroughly aged.
In this era, even nobles didn't live very long especially those who had spent years fighting, their bodies riddled with old wounds.
He was already old, and his performance on the battlefield was far from impressive.
Against enemy attacks, he simply couldn't hold his ground.
In Scotland, losing a war meant complete annihilation.
Just as he was worrying about the consequences of defeat, someone told him that Lot and Morgan, the co-rulers of Camelot and Orkney, had arrived in Orkney.
He was well aware of the reputation of the Vortigern, the Usurper King if Lot could defeat him, then he could certainly defeat Leodegrance's enemies as well.
Orkney wasn't far from Leodegrance's territory, so he considered going there to seek Lot's aid.
"I hope they'll agree…"
He muttered nervously to himself.
Just then, a beautiful young girl approached. Seeing his troubled expression, she tilted her head and asked,
"Father, what are you worried about?"
She was King Leodegrance's daughter.