Chapter 273: Confrontation and Surprises

The male Gawain frowned, looking intently at Lott. "Something's off. You're not like the King Lott I knew. Your personality, your demeanor—everything is different. But there's no denying the bloodline and appearance..."

Mordred, standing nearby, seemed puzzled. Unlike Gawain, she hadn't spent as much time with King Lott and didn't grasp the distinction. However, Gawain's suspicions were clear—he knew the King Lott of his world very well.

Lott observed Gawain's expression, sensing the confusion. He smiled slightly.

[Wow, this Gawain knight really has sharp instincts.]

"The stories are different; do you expect the personalities to be the same? Do you think I, in this world, would be just like King Lott from your timeline?" Lott replied.

But the male Gawain shook his head decisively. "No, I know my father too well. He's not someone who could act this clever. He's good for nothing except his good looks."

"…" Lott was momentarily stunned before he laughed. "Really? Well, I must be far superior to the King Lott of your world then."

He was completely unfazed by the revelation. People close to him already knew he was not native to this world, being a traveler from another land.

"So, what's your story?" the male Gawain pressed.

"Why should I explain anything to you? I'm the King Lott of this world," Lott said dismissively. He then glanced at Gawain with a challenging grin. "I just acquired a new weapon today. Care to try it out?"

The Chaldeans looked apprehensive. Gawain, however, seemed intrigued.

They knew one thing about Lott: he might not be the strongest, but he always had a trick up his sleeve. His arsenal was vast, containing treasures and weapons from various timelines and legends. Some artifacts shouldn't even exist in this era, yet he wielded them as if they were everyday items.

Everyone watched as Lott reached behind him and pulled out a spear, glowing a deep crimson.

"What's that?" the male Gawain asked.

"This is Gungnir," Lott replied with a smirk. "The weapon of the Norse god Odin, forged by the dwarves from the branches of the World Tree. And now, it's mine."

The male Gawain's face grew serious. He knew of Gungnir's reputation—it was legendary, an artifact of immense power. Coupled with Lott's other weapons, including the renowned Joyeuse, Lott's strength would be overwhelming.

Lott's figure transformed. Dressed in golden armor with matching earrings, he now held Gungnir in his left hand and Joyeuse in his right. His imposing presence was undeniable.

Even Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but mutter, "He's practically a modern-day Gilgamesh with all those treasures."

"True, Ritsuka" Da Vinci agreed. "But more showy and perhaps even more dangerous."

Seeing Lott's display, Mash assessed their situation. "We need to think of a way to escape. Mordred, you'll have to break through and make a path for us."

"Yes, I understand," Mordred replied, clutching her sword tightly and scanning the area for a potential escape route.

However, before she could make a move, the gates of the Chalk City swung open. The presence that emerged made everyone's hearts sink.

It was Morgan.

Hearing Lott's voice earlier, Morgan had rushed to the scene. She now stood with her staff in hand, staring directly at Mordred.

Matthew and the others felt their spirits plummet. With Morgan here, their chances of escape seemed almost impossible. Morgan was not only powerful but also the ruler of both Scotland and England. Moreover, she was Mordred's mother. How could they fight this?

Morgan's gaze was firm. "Are you really going to stand against me, Mordred? Is this how you choose to oppose me? This is a disgrace."

"It was an accident, I swear!" Mordred tried to defend herself, her voice shaky.

"Come here!" Morgan demanded, her tone leaving no room for defiance.

Mordred hesitated but then, in a defiant tone, said, "We're supposed to be enemies now. But... I'll come over anyway. What are you going to do to me?" She walked towards Morgan, her words brave but her steps hesitant.

Morgan raised her hand and flicked Mordred's forehead lightly. "This is your punishment for spying so poorly."

"Ow…" Mordred winced, but before she could protest further, Morgan flicked her again.

"And that's for being reckless," she added.

Mordred grumbled but stepped back obediently.

Morgan then turned her attention to the male Gawain. "So, you're Gawain as well?" she asked, her gaze scrutinizing.

"Yes, I am," the male Gawain replied, a mix of confusion and resignation in his voice.

Morgan nodded. "Well, now you're all my prisoners. You, Chaldea, have been captured. Your struggle should be over now. I gave you the chance to avoid this, but you've squandered it. You can no longer fight us."

"Who said we're finished?" Da Vinci spoke up. "We've secured plenty of help. While you're talking to us, Oberon has likely already gone back to Ireland to rally Lancelot and the others. You might have us now, but it won't stop the fight."

Neither Lott nor Morgan reacted to Da Vinci's words.

"Oberon?" they echoed simultaneously, their voices laden with disbelief.

Morgan's expression was one of confusion, but Lott looked worried.

[Why is that guy here? Is the will of the planet finally making its move against us?] he thought grimly.

Lott knew that if Oberon was involved, things were about to escalate far beyond simple conflicts and battles.