[Admiring the strong is a human nature.]
[In the tens of thousands of years of evolution, this cognition has long been engraved into the blood and bones. And in Britain, which is still influenced by Celtic culture now, this consciousness is even more so.]
[When a person is strong enough, people will admire him. And if his character is brutal, then this admiration will turn into awe. But if this person is of noble character and treats others gently and politely, then such a person will definitely be the object of everyone's friendship and interaction.]
[And this point is perfectly interpreted by you, who have now speedrun the Round Table.]
[Just like the previous Lancelot, who should have been excluded as a foreigner because he was French. After defeating the three-times-stronger-under-the-sun-lord, he showed his affinity as the 'Flower of Knighthood', and thus was loved and approached by the knights of Britain.]
[Of course, in the future, after he cuckolded Artoria, all these feelings would turn into resentment.]
[And you, who were already humble and gentle, plus the blessing of the fame you had made in your early years, were also quickly accepted and recognized by the Round Table Knights.]
[Even the attitude of Agravain, who had always been wary of you, had softened a lot. After all, you are the noble Lamorak.]
[And all of this was exactly what Artoria wanted to see.]
[Although you had previously shown her your oath not to betray Morgan and become another's knight, how can a girl's heart be soothed by just a few words of yours?]
[A person will be trapped for life by what they could not get in their youth.]
[On King Arthur, who had obtained humanity, this sentence will be embodied even more vividly.]
[But, even if you can sense this feeling, can you really give a response?]
[Knowing that what you are doing is a deception, the current bond will only turn into a poison when you face each other with swords in the future.]
[Can this despicable knight, who holds this secret, really be worthy of the girl's sincere admiration and expectation?]
[If your eyes were once a clear spring, then now they are a deep pool that has long been polluted.]
[So even if you are in the Round Table, even if you have been accepted by the knights, you still maintain a not-too-far, not-too-close distance with them. The feeling you give them is not like a partner, but more like a fellow traveler.]
[It is only when you are alone with Artoria that you can slightly take off this mask of hypocrisy.]
[But that's all.]
[Back to the main topic, since you are now the third seat of the Round Table, you naturally have to bear the corresponding responsibility.]
[Thus, in the subsequent battle with the Anglo-Saxons, you once again showed your former glorious fame. And even because of your own suppressed psychology, you killed them even more fiercely, venting all your suppression on the Anglo-Saxon barbarians.]
[And the result of this was that the Anglo-Saxons were scared out of their wits by you. They called you the 'Anglo-Saxon Meat Grinder'. Every time they saw your figure in blue armor and holding a white spear on the battlefield, it was as if a mouse had seen a cat. They were scared to death and did not dare to go forward.]
[And because of this reason, King Arthur's army, with a very small casualty rate, exchanged for the ownership of several cities.]
[Thus, the skill 'Lion of Britain (A)' evolved into → 'Lion of Britain (EX)'.]
[But at the same time, your actions were also seen by the Round Table Knights. They guessed that you really had such a deep hatred for Vortigern.]
[Otherwise, you wouldn't have been killing his army as if you were risking your life.]
[But while feeling sympathy and understanding for this, they were also a little worried about your mental state.]
[After all, if a person always lives in hatred, it's really too, too tiring.]
[With this thought, at a banquet after a victory, someone came to find you.]
On this night, in a town that had just been captured, the Celtic army held a grand banquet. In the huge square, roasted meat, beer, and bread were all freely available. Soldiers and knights laughed and talked, drinking and making merry. This was not only to reward their bravery and dedication, but also to make a final relaxation for the upcoming decisive battle.
Yes, since the glorious knight Lamorak had joined them, two months had already passed. Don't look at it as just two months. But with his fierce reputation and the efforts of the various Round Table Knights, they had already broken through several cities in a row, and were only two cities away from Londinium, where the vile king was.
Seeing that victory was in sight, Artoria also followed Kay's suggestion and held a banquet to relax everyone's long-tense minds, in order to face the Calamity White Dragon hovering over Britain in the best state.
However, in this unprecedentedly joyous atmosphere, there was always someone who seemed out of place.
Sitting quietly in a small alley, Souya chewed on a piece of bread while watching the knights sitting around the bonfire in the distance. They were singing and dancing, and everyone's face was filled with a happy smile. Even Tristan, whom usually no one was willing to listen to him play the harp, was now surrounded by a large group of rough men, begging him to play a piece impromptu.
"How nice."
He smiled lightly, but his smile held a bit of another meaning. At this time, half of his body and face were hidden in the shadow of the small alley, making it impossible to see his specific expression clearly. From time to time, knights passing by, arm in arm, would discover him and invite him to have a drink together, but he refused them all.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same. Even though he had told himself countless times not to think wildly and just follow the script Vortigern had given him, whenever he saw these 'comrades' showing a smiling face to him and casting a trusting gaze, his heart would uncontrollably produce an emotion of avoidance. So he numbed his own heart, restraining himself from having too much deep interaction with them, as if by maintaining this way, he would not be too ashamed when he made his move of betrayal in the future.
In the end, my moral standards are still too high.
Letting out a light breath, he looked up at the sky in a daze. Tonight's moon was very round and very bright, just like he had seen countless times before. Then the person who was with him watching the moon back then, what was she doing now? Was she resenting his self-willed departure, or had she lost her last expectation for him?
"Lady Morgan..."
Muttering softly, he picked up the wine cup beside him and drank the fruit brew in it in one gulp.
"Why are you drinking alone here, Sir Lamorak."
Suddenly, a gentle and elegant voice sounded by his ear. He put down his wine cup and looked up at the newcomer. What entered his eyes was a tall and straight figure. His appearance was firm, his smile hearty. In the reflection of the firelight, his short silver hair looked very similar to Souya's gray and white.
The newcomer was Percival, the oldest big brother of the Round Table Knights, who, like Souya, was skilled in spear techniques. Although his strength could only be considered mid-tier in the Round Table, with his gentle and patient attitude towards others and his meticulous way of doing things, he had already won everyone's respect.
At this time, he was holding two cups of beer and walking towards Souya with a smile on his face.
"Lord Percival."
Seeing that it was him, he also slightly composed his emotions and showed him a smile.
"Eh, we're brothers who have gone through life and death together. Why are you still calling me so formally?"
Percival looked at him with some helplessness, then, without any disgust, he sat down on the ground right next to him. His burly body made the latter have to move to the side.
"Here, a good beer I specially snatched from Kay and Gawain. I was originally going to drink it alone, but seeing you sitting here alone and not going to grab some with them, I brought it over for you to try."
"Thanks."
Reaching out to take the wine cup Percival handed him, he didn't mean to be reserved and drank a large gulp. He was a bit worried now, so he wanted to drink a little more. Now it was also a way to drown his sorrows.
On the side, Percival, seeing him so hearty, also smiled and drank a mouthful with him. After one gulp of wine, he finally felt the stuffiness in his heart temporarily disappear a little, and the conversation also opened up. "By the way, Percival, you probably didn't just come to find me for a drink, right? Is there something you need me for?"
Hearing his words, Percival no longer hid it and laughed. "Actually, I did want to ask you for a favor. But it's a bit embarrassing to say. I want to ask you to guide Gareth in her spear techniques, and by the way," at this, Percival also smiled with some embarrassment. "I also want to learn a trick or two myself."
Hearing this, he was first stunned, then laughed in disbelief. "Teaching Gareth is of course fine, but as for you, Percival, let's forget it. Who in all of Britain doesn't know that the guardian knight Percival's spear techniques are second to none? How could such a person as you need me to teach you?"
"Hey, if anyone else had said that, I would have been very happy. But if it's you, it doesn't taste quite right." Percival laughed and punched his shoulder, and while speaking, he also sighed with some emotion. "Speaking of spear techniques, the truly strong one is still you. In Britain now, even the vile king Vortigern probably wouldn't be stronger than you in spear techniques."
As he spoke, Percival smiled and looked at him. "After all, everyone now thinks that your spear techniques in this era are unsurpassable."
Hearing his words, he just smiled and didn't speak.
"Then it's settled. From now on, Gareth's spear techniques will be up to you to guide. I think this way, Sir Lancelot can also relax a little."
The current Gareth was not yet a knight, because she was too young and still a girl. So she and her brother Gaheris, upon joining the Round Table Knights, were assigned by Artoria to Gawain and Lancelot as knight squires. Just as she had once been Kay's knight squire in name, Artoria also hoped that they could truly learn from these two strongest Round Table Knights how to become a qualified knight.
It was just that Lancelot, after all, used a sword, and Gareth herself was not as talented in swordsmanship as in spear techniques. So before, it had always been Percival who had taught her how to use a spear. And now, having seen his unparalleled spear skills, the latter naturally hoped that this youngest member of the Round Table could learn better skills.
Thinking of Gareth, his gaze subconsciously looked towards the side of the bonfire in the distance. At this time, Gareth was sitting beside Kay with a flushed face. She must have been teased by Kay and a few other knights, and her whole person was almost steaming.
As if she had sensed his gaze, little Gareth subconsciously looked over. Upon discovering that the person looking at her was him, her face instantly became even redder, and she hurriedly lowered her head.
Looking at this scene, while feeling helpless, he also found it a little funny.
Speaking of which, it was also fate. In a battle not long ago, Gareth, as a knight squire, was participating in an alley fight with a team of knights and the Anglo-Saxons. And at that time, she had carelessly been separated from the team and had been ambushed by the Anglo-Saxon soldiers. If it weren't for the fact that he was in a killing frenzy at the time, and had passed by here while chasing a group of fleeing Anglo-Saxons, and had heroically saved the beauty, then Gareth would probably have been in danger.
Thus, since she was carried out of the Anglo-Saxon's encirclement by him, this little girl had developed a habit of blushing whenever she made eye contact with him.
And Percival also followed his gaze and saw this scene, and couldn't help but laugh. "By the way, Sir Lamorak, don't look at Gareth's young age and her tendency to be shy, but she actually has a very great ideal."
Suddenly, Percival said as if with emotion, but he could feel that his words had a hidden meaning. But he did not intend to expose it, but instead followed along.
"An ideal?"
"Yes, an ideal." Percival smiled lightly, a few threads of gentleness on his firm face. "This little one, from the day she joined the Round Table, has sworn to become the most outstanding knight, to the extent that she can be comparable to all her seniors with just her own strength."
"That's quite an ambition," he replied softly.
"Yes, it is precisely because of this ideal that she can have a place in the Round Table Knights, and it is also because of this ideal that Gareth can survive in countless thrilling battles with her small body. So, Sir Lamorak, do you also have an ideal that supports you in your survival and journey?"
Percival smiled lightly and took a sip of his beer.
"My... ideal?"
Hearing his words, he was stunned. In his mind, he subconsciously saw the image of himself in armor, kneeling before a silver-haired beauty under the flowers and the moon, kissing the back of her hand, and swearing in his heart to offer everything for her, for her desires.
Raising his hand and patting the former's shoulder, Percival drank the beer in his hand in one gulp, and then stood up. "Hate cannot support you through the journey of life, only an ideal can. So Sir Lamorak, don't let hate fill your heart anymore. Go for your ideal, for what you want, and walk firmly on."
Watching him leave, he was silent. Percival clearly had misunderstood that it was hatred for Vortigern that had made him so aloof and withdrawn, which was why he had wanted to use Gareth's matter to euphemistically persuade him not to be obsessed with hatred, but to live for an ideal.
But his words were not without effect on him. At least at this moment, he was a little clear about what he really wanted. His ideal was not Morgan, and Morgan's ideal was naturally also his ideal. If for the sake of Morgan's dream of being a king, he had to bear all the bad names and do all evil things, then why not.
But just as he was still thinking about his words just now, another voice sounded by his ear. "Sir Lamorak."
This voice was very familiar. Almost without looking up, he knew who had come.
"Al."
As if realizing that her sudden arrival had disturbed his thoughts, Artoria, who had been missing for the entire evening since the banquet began, her tone now carried a trace of apology. "I'm sorry, Sir Lamorak, I didn't disturb you, did I?"
Hearing the girl's somewhat careful words, his heart softened slightly, and his tone also subconsciously became a little gentler. "Of course not. By the way, you're not eating. What is it you want from me, Al?"
"Mmm..."
Looking at the handsome and gentle him, who was still wearing casual clothes, she hesitated for a moment, and finally asked in a low voice, "If you're willing, can you take a walk with me?"
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