Chapter 246: The Truth Revealed: Lancelot's Dilemma

As the conversation unfolded, there was a tone of mischievous glee in the air. The soldier who was escorting them looked at Lancelot, puzzled. "Sir Lancelot, what are you doing? This isn't your assigned cell. The prison has been upgraded according to Queen Morgan's directives. I'm not too sure about the specifics, but there are certain rights for prisoners of war now..."

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash exchanged glances, the same question running through their minds.

"How does Morgan know about the Geneva Conventions and regulations on prisoners of war?" Ritsuka muttered.

It was strange enough for a heroic spirit to understand such modern concepts, but for Morgan, who wasn't a spirit and hailed from an ancient era, to know such things was beyond comprehension.

"You should've said that earlier," Lancelot grumbled, pushing open the cell door and walking out. His tone implied that the soldier's late information made him look foolish.

—But you didn't ask, either!

The soldier silently retorted in his mind. Arguing with Lancelot was out of the question, given his strength and status, even as a prisoner.

"Follow me," the soldier said reluctantly, leading the group.

As they moved, Mash turned to Lancelot. "Sir Lancelot, perhaps next time you'll find things more comfortable."

Lancelot's face darkened at the comment.

They were led to a new prison, much more comfortable than where Lancelot had previously been held. It resembled a modest hotel room more than a cell, complete with oil lamps, a table, and even a few books.

Despite the improved accommodations, no one was in the mood to read. Mash and Ritsuka struggled with the archaic language in the books, while Lancelot, who could understand them, had no interest in reading novels.

After a while, Mordred arrived, strolling into the room and plopping down on one of the beds.

"Master looks like we're cellmates now," she said with a smirk.

"Yeah," Ritsuka nodded, eyeing Mordred's head curiously. "What happened to your head? It looks like you were hit."

There were a few red marks on Mordred's head as if she had been struck.

Mordred scratched her head awkwardly. "An eagle dropped a tortoise on me. Crazy, right?"

Ritsuka and Mash exchanged disbelieving looks. It was a terrible excuse, but clearly, Mordred didn't want to discuss it.

The room fell into silence once more. Lancelot kept glancing at Mash, his brow furrowed in thought. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Mash, I need to know. What is your connection to me?" Lancelot's voice was tense. "I've been tricked before, but once bitten, twice shy. I won't be fooled again. So, tell me the truth."

Mash hesitated but decided to keep things simple. "Sir Lancelot, it's best if you think of me as having no relation to you."

Before Lancelot could respond, a familiar voice interrupted.

"Lancelot, don't you think you're bullying an honest person too much?"

Everyone turned to see Lott standing at the cell door, a playful grin on his face. "Good evening, Lancelot, Mash, and—" he paused, looking at Ritsuka, "—Gudako."

Ritsuka flinched. "It's Ritsuka Fujimaru, not Gudako!"

"Sure, Gudako," Lott said with a chuckle.

Ritsuka clenched her fists, a sudden surge of energy pulsing through her as she imagined beating Lott to a pulp. But she held back. Despite his teasing, Lott had shown them kindness.

"What do you want?" Lancelot asked, his voice hard. He stepped forward, looming over Lott. "Aren't you worried that I might overpower you and escape?"

Lott shrugged casually. "I trust you, Lancelot. Besides, you're not that kind of person."

Lancelot seemed taken aback by Lott's faith in him. "Well... you're right about that."

He stepped aside, allowing Lott to enter the room.

"So," Lott began, looking at Lancelot. "Aren't you curious about your connection to Mash?"

"Of course I am," Lancelot replied honestly.

"Then, how about I tell you, and you owe me one?" Lott suggested.

Mash and Ritsuka rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"Must you always bargain, Lott?" Ritsuka sighed.

"I'll explain," Mash interjected, stepping forward. "I inherited the Heroic Spirit foundation of Galahad."

"In other words," Lott added, "Mash is your daughter in every way that matters."

Lancelot stood frozen, absorbing the information. His face twisted with a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"I'm only in my twenties... I've never even... How do I have two children already?" His voice trailed off in bewilderment.

On the other side of the room, Lott observed Lancelot's reaction, feeling a wave of sympathy. He could relate. He was a young man in his twenties, and now, he had a daughter who was nearly two meters tall. But then again, he wasn't a virgin, so it wasn't as shocking for him.

Lancelot's distress seemed to intensify, and he glared at Lott. The anger simmering in his eyes made it clear he was considering challenging Lott to a duel.

Lott, however, turned his attention to Ritsuka. "So, you've come to this peculiar point to set things right, is that it?"

"Yes," Ritsuka replied with a nod. She had said the same to Morgan and was determined to correct the anomaly in this world.

"Then what's your plan, Da Vinci?" Lott asked, glancing around as if searching for someone.

A familiar voice echoed through the room. "Ah, you knew I was here."