"Hah... hah—Ngh!! Hah... hah... hah—!!"
After seeing the scene projected on the virtual screen, Lancelot continuously pounded his own chest. The sound of the armor clashing was loud and dull. The sound that echoed throughout the basement was enough to show just how much force Lancelot was using. At the same time, he gasped for breath, feeling as if he couldn't get enough air.
Lancelot felt that his mind, which was somewhat crazed due to his madness enhancement, could no longer process what was happening. It was as if a computer had crashed. Lancelot really couldn't handle the information he had just received. First, his son had become a daughter. Second, his daughter was so cute. And finally! That's right, the key was this final point!
His own adorable daughter had called him Father!
"Aaaaaargh—!!!"
This was an unprecedented experience. Was he dreaming? No, he wasn't dreaming. This was all real. Whether it was his mind, which was in disarray and constantly in pain due to his madness and the system crash, or his heart, which was beating so fast it seemed about to explode because he couldn't handle this exciting news. All these abnormal physical sensations were constantly reinforcing his perception!
Could it be an illusion? No, impossible! Lancelot would never mistake the shield in this girl's hand. That was the very table of their Round Table! If even a table like that could be faked, then the Aslan before him was too terrifying. What's more, in his barely-functioning mind, Aslan was not the type to play petty tricks.
Lancelot's maddened brain suddenly remembered the word Aslan had spoken—Singularity!
As expected, it's a Singularity! Lancelot could never imagine a scenario where his son would call him "Father" under normal circumstances. Of course, even if he did, Lancelot wouldn't have any special feelings. It would just be a reluctant address from a rascal.
But the situation now was different! Oh! Daughter! It's a daughter!! Heaven knows how much he sometimes envied his King for having a daughter. Although that daughter was also a rebellious little turkey, this daughter before him was different from any of the female knights in his memory of the Round Table. So youthful, so cute, just yet gentle, serious yet warm!
No, I can't. Just thinking about this, his maddened brain was constantly giving him a crazy idea: to use the power of the Holy Grail to go back in time, stuff Galahad back into his mother's womb, and wait for a daughter to be born!
No, no! For such a thought to take root in his heart! He had clearly descended in the hopes that his King would punish him!
The more conflicted his mind became, the faster his heart beat. His chest felt like it was about to explode. Because he was currently a Berserker, Lancelot had no way of mentally preparing himself. At this moment, the face under his helmet was already stained with some blood. It was the blood he had coughed up because his heart was beating so fast that his body's blood vessels couldn't take it.
It was just a video, but for Lancelot, it seemed far more exhausting than his battle with Gilgamesh just now. In fact, just the last two words of this short video were enough to inadvertently take his life! If this continued, he was afraid he would have to make his exit on the first night of this Holy Grail War! No, it can't be like this. Whether it was to have his King punish him for the wrongs he had done, or to see and interact with his own adorable daughter with his own eyes, he absolutely could not be eliminated at this moment!!
I really want to talk to my three-dimensional, living, warm daughter!
"Aaargh—!!"
Letting out a roar to the sky, Lancelot had already thought of a way to keep himself from being eliminated. And that was to go completely mad. To cast aside his reason and hand his body over to his complete, instinctual thoughts. Since he couldn't block this surging flood, he might as well just open the floodgates. Although it would cause some damage, it was better than continuing to hold it back and having his heart explode!
Thinking of this, Lancelot directly let go of his frenzied body, hiding all his reason away. After a slight pause, his whole body directly reached up and took off his helmet, revealing a crazed face with blood still staining the corner of his mouth. His eyes, insane and obsessed, stared at the screen before him.
Upon noticing this situation, Aslan's lips curled into a smile. He put the short memory video on a loop. After all, he wasn't a demon. Lancelot surely wanted to get to know this daughter of his better, right? Since that was the case, he should help him fulfill his wish.
Every time Aslan thought of this, he felt that he was so kind. In this Holy Grail War, there was really no one kinder than him.
Lancelot constantly tried to reach out and grab the virtual screen. The large screen was just a projection he had constructed in the air. No matter how Lancelot clawed at it, he couldn't grab anything solid.
In the eyes of the old insect's spies, Lancelot, after being stunned for a moment, was constantly stretching out his hands to grab an unknown glowing screen. Because the worms' vision was limited, the old insect could only confirm that his Berserker was not, as they had thought, attacking the existence that was hunting him down. In other words, the Berserker he had worked so hard to recall had not played any role in protecting him at all. At the same time, the old insect was also a little curious. Just what was it that could attract the Berserker's attention so much? Perhaps even the old insect would never have thought that the Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, in the legend of King Arthur, was actually a daughter-con. After all, in the 1500 years before, Lancelot had never had the opportunity to have a daughter, so naturally, there were no records of this for people to know.
Even because of the change in the Berserker's body, Kariya, who was originally retreating, was also affected. He suddenly felt that the burden on his body was even greater than when the Berserker had been fighting that golden, glittering one. At the same time, through the Command Spell on the back of his hand, a part of the Berserker's emotions also affected Kariya.
"#@&! Berserker... Lancelot, what on earth are you trying to find?"
Kariya knelt on the ground due to the pain in his body. Feeling the unknown agitation, Kariya couldn't help but curse angrily. Fortunately, he had already left the port at this time. Otherwise, he might have become the first Master to be exposed because his body was groaning in pain.