Chapter 59: The Knights' Dilemma (rewrite)

The Knights' Dilemma

Morgan found herself bewildered. Could it be that this purple-haired knight, who looks no older than fifteen or sixteen, is actually of the same age as Merlin, who pretends to be younger than he is? She struggled to reconcile the apparent age difference. This knight doesn't seem to be pretending. Could it be that although he looks young, he's much older?

Morgan was increasingly perplexed. How can Galahad be so merciless to his father? Is this filial piety taken to an extreme? She shook her head, her confusion growing. I hope my future children won't be this unfilial. They need to heed my words.

On the battlefield, Lancelot, with his shoulder armour damaged, assessed the situation. He saw Galahad's fierce determination and Lott wielding an unfamiliar weapon behind him. Realizing the difficulty of his position, Lancelot decided to withdraw.

"I'll continue this battle another time," Lancelot declared, preparing to retreat.

Watching him retreat, Lott put away his sword and called out, "Lancelot, if you leave now, the nobles might count this as a defeat."

Lancelot paused. "Why do you say that?"

Lott explained, "Even though you may not know why you're here, I'm sure you've been misled by the nobles. Despite your skills, you've been manipulated. I don't want you to continue as an enemy. If after hearing me out, you still choose to oppose us, I'll have no choice but to let Galahad continue. If I ever get my hands on Frostmourne or the sword of Mo, I'll have Galahad teach you a lesson."

Morgan, overhearing the conversation, felt a mix of disbelief and curiosity. You let someone else's child fight his father? This is beyond shameless. And what's this about Frostmourne and Mo's sword? Are they effective weapons? Her face showed her curiosity.

Galahad, hearing Lott's comments, was also speechless. Even though I can't fully grasp his thoughts, I can sense his frustration with his father.

Lancelot, taken aback by Lott's accusations, stopped his retreat. "What makes you say that?"

Lott elaborated, "The nobles have painted me and Morgan as despicable, but their portrayal is biased. To those who wish to enjoy their privileges, we may appear unscrupulous. However, to the people of Camelot who seek a better life, Morgan and I are worthy."

Lancelot, troubled by the revelation, reflected on the nobles' deceit. "I will investigate this matter further."

Lott nodded, "Feel free to leave whenever you wish."

Lancelot glanced at Galahad. "By the way, who is this knight? I feel a strange sense of familiarity."

Lott and Morgan exchanged knowing glances. Of course, you would recognize your son. They thought simultaneously.

Morgan, irritated by Lott's incessant thoughts about their future children, glared at him. You and your constant thinking about Gawain's conception. Can't you wait until the evening?

Lott, caught between amusement and annoyance, shrugged. It seems that discussions about Gawain's creation will have to wait.