Chapter 57: Father and Son Clash (rewrite)

Father and Son Clash

When Lott was asked about Galahad's strength, he took a moment to consider. "His strength? It's certainly considerable," he replied thoughtfully. "Among the Knights of the Round Table, Galahad is one of the strongest. His skill surpasses even that of many seasoned knights."

Lott reflected on a past incident where his son Gawain had been nearly overwhelmed in a fight with Galahad, illustrating just how formidable the knight was. At that time, Gawain was far less experienced, and Galahad's skill was evident. Even Lancelot, who was an impressive knight himself, might struggle against Galahad.

Despite his prowess, Galahad still appeared to be in the early stages of his career. He held only a sword and had not yet fully developed his abilities. However, his strength was likely to exceed that of both Lott and Morgan at present, as Morgan was not yet the ruler of the entire British Isles.

Morgan's eyes lit up with interest upon hearing Lott's assessment. "Really? It's impressive that you've found such a knight," she remarked, clearly pleased.

As the two conversed, they heard the sound of combat from the direction Galahad had taken. Concerned, they decided to investigate.

"Let's go see what's happening," Lott suggested.

Morgan agreed, and the two made their way toward the source of the noise.

Upon arrival, they found Galahad engaged in a fierce duel with a young man who had striking purple hair. The young man was tall, muscular, and exceptionally skilled, holding his own against Galahad with impressive prowess.

Lott's eyes widened in recognition. "Father-in-law?" he exclaimed involuntarily.

Morgan shot him a sharp look. What are you talking about? Father-in-law? Isn't that my father?

"What are you mumbling about?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, it's just that this knight reminds me of a childhood friend who had the nickname 'Father-in-law,'" Lott explained quickly, trying to cover up his slip.

Morgan, somewhat reassured by the explanation, didn't press further. "Alright, I suppose it's just a coincidence. The knight in question looks quite young; even if he got married early, he wouldn't have a child by now."

Meanwhile, Galahad, on guard in the jungle, had been patrolling diligently. Although he understood that Lott had asked him to patrol primarily to speak with Morgan alone, he was fully committed to his task.

As he patrolled, he noted the peaceful state of Chalk City, which had not been ravaged by wars or occupation. He wondered about the divine purpose behind his sudden appearance decades before his time.

Suddenly, Galahad sensed an ominous presence approaching. His instincts, honed by years of training, alerted him to a threatening aura. He drew his sword, prepared for whatever might come.

To his surprise, the source of the threat turned out to be Lancelot, looking both familiar and imposing. Though younger than Galahad remembered, Lancelot's demeanour suggested that he was not here for friendly purposes.

Galahad addressed Lancelot sternly. "Are you here to cause trouble? Does your sense of chivalry only exist in theory?"

Lancelot, taken aback by Galahad's directness, responded with a hint of annoyance. "I'm here to find Lott. If you don't want to be caught in the crossfire, you'd better step aside."

Galahad, not one to back down, replied firmly, "It's my duty to protect those who need guarding. You'll have to get past me first."

Lancelot, not one to shy away from a challenge, drew his sword in preparation for a fight. Galahad, eager for the opportunity to test his skills, charged forward with his blade.

The clash of swords rang out as they engaged in combat. Both fighters stepped back momentarily after the initial exchange.

"Impressive strength," Lancelot remarked, acknowledging Galahad's skill.

"Is that all you've got? Or did you put all your effort into that last strike?" Galahad countered, his excitement evident.