Chapter 241: Morgan Confronts the Future

Mordred was never the strongest among the Knights of the Round Table. Galahad, however, was renowned in another timeline for his strength, rivaling even Lancelot or Gawain. He had also been trained by Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, making him even more formidable.

It was clear to everyone watching that Mordred was at a disadvantage in this battle. She couldn't overpower Galahad.

"Unless I release my Noble Phantasm, there's no way I can beat this Galahad. Even then, I might not win," Mordred thought to herself. Using her Noble Phantasm was dangerous, considering the number of people in Orkney Castle. If Vortigern could be defeated, then she wouldn't stand a chance against them if things went wrong. It was better to retreat and reassess the situation.

"Mash!" Mordred called out, her eyes locking with Mash's.

Mash nodded slightly and then shifted her stance. She held her shield firmly and charged forward.

At that moment, Galahad swung his sword at Mordred. Instead of taking the hit directly, Mordred stepped aside, and Mash moved in to intercept, raising her shield high.

Galahad's sword clashed against Mash's shield with a powerful force, causing both of them to recoil. Mash stumbled back but quickly regained her footing. Without missing a beat, she reached out and grabbed Ritsuka Fujimaru's hand, pulling her along.

"Senpai, we need to go!" Mash urged.

Ritsuka, accustomed to quick escapes, followed Mash's lead, using her strength to propel herself forward. Mordred joined them, running alongside with an expression of frustration.

"This Galahad! What kind of spell did Morgan and Lott cast on him to make him so loyal?" Mordred muttered angrily. She had hoped that Galahad might be persuaded to help her in some way, but he had instead become one of Morgan's most devoted followers.

A pure and noble Galahad becoming loyal to her mother was something Mordred had never expected. Damn, Morgan is really pulling the strings well, Mordred thought, gritting her teeth.

"This situation is going to need a lot more planning," she muttered, her mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

Ritsuka, catching her breath, turned to the others. "Alright, let's regroup and come up with a better strategy."

The three nodded in agreement and continued running, their movements becoming more coordinated with each step.

Meanwhile, Galahad stood watching their retreating figures, a look of astonishment on his face. The way Mash had moved, holding the shield to protect her companions, struck a deep chord within him. It felt strangely familiar, almost as if he should have been the one holding that shield, standing in defense of others.

He remembered a conversation with Morgan, where she had encouraged him to use a shield. If I were to use a shield, it would look like this, he thought.

"No, there's something strange about these people," Galahad murmured. "I need to report this to Her Majesty Morgan immediately."

He instructed his soldiers to continue searching for any spies that might be hiding in Orkney Castle, and then he hurried back to report to Morgan.

Galahad rushed through the castle, navigating through security procedures until he finally reached Morgan's chambers. He found her still working diligently on various documents, her expression one of intense concentration.

As for Lott, he was absent. Recently, Morgan had been channeling her frustration into her work, a result of the antics Lott had pulled while she was recovering from childbirth. Lott, in his typical carefree manner, had teased her relentlessly, and she had responded by immersing herself in her duties.

Lott, meanwhile, had spent the evening drinking with old friends and was now lying on his bed, somewhat intoxicated and blissfully unaware of the current situation.

When Galahad entered, Morgan looked up, her eyes sharp. "Galahad, why are you here so late? Is there an issue? Have you confirmed that there are no spies in Orkney Castle?"

"No, Your Majesty, I encountered a group of people, including Mordred and her companions," Galahad reported, his voice steady.

"Mordred?" Morgan echoed, frowning. "I have no recollection of birthing Mordred. What do you mean?"

Galahad continued, "This Mordred has come from the future, just like me. She appeared with a girl named Mash and another person, Ritsuka Fujimaru. They fought me briefly and then retreated. The girl, Mash, has impressive shield techniques."

Morgan's eyes widened in realization. "Mordred... from the future?" she murmured, the implications becoming clearer. "And who else was with her?" she asked, regaining her composure.

Galahad described Mash's skills and Ritsuka's presence. Morgan listened carefully, her mind racing with thoughts.

"Alright, Galahad, you may rest now. I'll decide our next course of action," Morgan said, her voice calm.

Galahad bowed and left, leaving Morgan deep in thought.

Morgan quickly made her way to Lott's quarters, determined to get more information. She found him sprawled on the bed, clearly inebriated. His words were slurred and incoherent.

Sighing, Morgan sat beside him. "Lott, who is this Mash?" she asked softly, hoping to get some coherent answers.

"Mash... she's... Lancelot's daughter..." Lott mumbled, his voice trailing off.

Morgan's eyes widened in surprise. "Lancelot's daughter?" she repeated, stunned. How could that be?

She recalled how Lott had once jokingly called Lancelot his father-in-law. At the time, she had dismissed it as his usual playful banter. But now, with Mash's connection to Lancelot, things seemed far more complex.

So, that's what's going on, Morgan thought, trying to piece everything together.

"Lott, why are they here?" she pressed, her voice gentle yet insistent.

Lott, still dazed, murmured, "To fix the Singularity... Mordred is just a heroic spirit..."

Morgan's eyes lit up. Fixing the Singularity? So, that's their goal.

With this new information, she stood up, and her resolve strengthened. She called for Galahad once more.

"Galahad, gather Mordred and Mash. Bring them to me immediately!" she commanded, her voice firm.

As she waited for Galahad to carry out her orders, Morgan's thoughts raced. Meeting this future version of Mordred could change everything. She had to know more about what was to come.

It was time to confront this unexpected development directly, and Morgan was more than ready to face whatever lay ahead.