Chapter 160: The Unexpected Reunion

The Unexpected Reunion

"Don't be nervous, Father-in-law. Your daughter has come with someone," Lott reassured King Uther. At Lott's words, Vortigern seemed taken aback.

"How is that possible!? How did they know where we were? And how did they arrive so quickly!?" Vortigern demanded, a hint of disbelief colouring his voice.

"After you die, I'll explain it to you at your tombstone," Lott replied with a light shrug, masking his uncertainty. He didn't have the answers himself; he was just witnessing the desperate struggle between his old adversary and Vortigern when suddenly, Morgan's figure emerged before them.

What exactly was happening? Lott pondered, momentarily lost in thought as he glanced at his wife, just as she appeared.

Then, a tall and fit female knight wielding a very familiar large sword soared into view behind Vortigern. "Ha, take this!" she shouted, executing a beautifully precise slash that struck Vortigern's back, causing him to falter mid-charge.

As the female knight landed gracefully, she turned to Lott, beaming. "Dad, how did I do?"

"Dad!?" Lott's heart raced as he recognized her face, disbelief flooding his mind. Meanwhile, Morgan observed the scene, overwhelmed. She had not expected their daughter to grow up so fast. Yet, relief washed over her; at least now, her husband was less endangered.

But then, a thought struck her—who was that old man over there? He looked oddly familiar…

To grasp the situation fully, it was necessary to rewind a few hours. At that time, witnessing Vortigern's figure soaring away, Morgan immediately commanded her followers to give chase.

However, Tristan and the others faced challenges in their pursuit. "Your Majesty Morgan, His Majesty Lott and Knight Altria have been taken high into the sky by Vortigern. It's difficult for us to keep up. What if they change direction?" Tristan voiced his concerns.

Morgan hesitated, unsure of how to respond, when suddenly, she heard an unusual sound echoing through the air.

"Ahhhhhhh! Thankfully, I'm not afraid of heights. Otherwise, I'd be terrified right now!"

"Ah, if only Galahad could become a girl, just imagine how cute that would be!" came another voice.

Morgan paused, bemused. What on earth were they talking about? How could they crack jokes and make light of the present situation?

The strange comments reminded her to follow the direction of the sound. "Let's move this way; we'll find King Lott!" she ordered, pointing toward the sound's origin.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Tristan responded, though he pondered how Morgan seemed to know where to go.

As they pressed on, challenges continued to arise. Vortigern soared high above, evading them effortlessly while they struggled on the uneven terrain below. The complexities of the landscape, with its winding mountains and steep plains, hampered their progress, making it increasingly difficult to keep pace. Morgan's anxiety deepened as she realized that if Vortigern landed, he would certainly throw Lott and the others off before engaging them further.

Suddenly, a group of dark shadows rushed past them. Morgan squinted, trying to discern what was happening when one of the shadows turned back toward them.

As the figure approached, Morgan's eyes widened in recognition—a tall female knight, carrying two knights who appeared to be ill from motion sickness, smiled at her. "Hey, Mother! I finally caught up! You won't believe it, I came from Chalk City. These two knights slowed me down, so I decided to just grab them and run!"

"Wait, what did you call me?" Morgan asked, bewildered.

"Mom?" Gawain replied, patting her forehead as if realizing something. "I'm Gawain, your daughter! I had a bit of an incident a while back, and I grew up super fast!"

"Gawain!?" Morgan gasped, almost unable to process the information. Tristan and the other knights were equally shocked, with Tristan instinctively drawing his weapon.

"Wait! She's Gawain, my daughter!" Morgan quickly intervened, halting Tristan's movements.

Despite the bizarre circumstances, Morgan felt a strong, undeniable connection to the young woman before her. Using her magic to confirm, she was reassured; this was indeed her daughter. But how could Gawain have grown so tall—and why did she look so different?

Morgan found herself envious. She had always been proud of her figure, yet here was Gawain, radiating confidence and possessing a presence that overshadowed even her own.

"Gawain, how did you grow up so fast?" she finally asked, astonishment still etched on her face.

With urgency returning to the moment, Morgan turned to Gawain. "We need to talk as we move. Your father is in danger as we speak!"

"What!? My father is in danger!?" Gawain's eyes widened with alarm, her earlier excitement replaced by anxiety.