Chapter 110: Lancelot – Where Should I Go to Find the Answer?

What kind of person was Galahad?

Although he had only followed Morgan and Lot for about a year, Morgan had already come to understand his personality quite well.

He was, without a doubt, an honest child.

He would never lie to anyone.

And yet, what had he said today?

That he was Lancelot's child and that he had come from a future point in time.

At first, Morgan had assumed he was simply young but grew quickly.

After all,

Such cases weren't unheard of.

Wasn't the little Gawain in her household the same way?

Who had ever seen a three-month-old child grow so tall and strong?

One who could jump, run, and even swing a sword?

It was entirely possible that Galahad was the same.

But now?

You're telling me this little Galahad is actually from the future?

A look of shock flashed across Morgan's face.

But it lasted only a second before she suppressed it.

No, no based on Galahad's perspective, I already know what's going on.

So, I must maintain my composure.

Stay calm. I must stay calm.

Morgan thought to herself.

Then, she steadied her expression, ensuring Galahad didn't notice.

Both Galahad and Lancelot were locked in a mutual stare, their attention entirely on each other, leaving none for Morgan.

Lancelot curled his lips slightly, then spoke with a "You must be joking" expression:

"Listen, even if you think calling me 'Father' would be some kind of privilege for you, I refuse to believe I have a son this old. Today isn't the day for jokes I just want the truth."

Hearing this, Galahad's face darkened.

He had known that Lancelot would struggle to accept this.

But hearing him outright deny it with such disbelief still hurt.

Galahad met Lancelot's gaze and said coldly:

"Tch. If you don't want to acknowledge me, I won't force you. I don't need you to take responsibility anyway. Frankly, I don't need a father like you. But I'll tell you this I'm not lying."

Having spoken these words, Galahad felt a weight lift from his chest.

He had never dared to confront Lancelot before, but keeping it bottled up had been like a thorn lodged in his heart. Now that he'd finally said it, the suffocating pressure in his chest eased.

"Finally, saying it out loud makes me feel lighter. As expected, one must face their greatest inner turmoil head-on never run from it."

Galahad thought to himself.

Lancelot's frown deepened.

If Galahad was lying, there was no benefit to it.

"If what you're saying is true, then who is your mother? And if you truly believe I'm your father, why do you treat me with such hostility?"

Lancelot didn't consider himself a scumbag, but the way Galahad was looking at him made it seem like he'd committed some grave sin.

He needed to get to the bottom of this.

If he could expose the flaws in Galahad's story, he could dismantle the lie.

Lancelot remained deeply skeptical.

For a virgin to be told he already had a child that was a hard pill to swallow.

Faced with Lancelot's questioning, Galahad responded firmly:

"I will never tell you who my mother is. And in this timeline, I will make sure you never meet her again."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes at Galahad.

Galahad raised his chin, meeting his gaze with unyielding defiance.

The two stared each other down for a long moment.

"I'll find out the truth of this matter myself. If you're lying to me, I'll challenge you to a duel. If what you say is true, then I "

Here, Lancelot hesitated.

Take responsibility?

He was completely unprepared for that.

Galahad cut in:

"If it's true, then all I ask is that Sir Lancelot refrain from flirting with young women in the future."

"Huh?"

Lancelot looked baffled.

Sure, he was handsome, but he wasn't some womanizer.

But Galahad had already turned his head away, refusing to engage further.

Left with no choice, Lancelot silently walked off.

He had to uncover the truth.

Otherwise, this would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Once Lancelot was gone, Galahad turned to Morgan with an apologetic expression.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. I lost my composure earlier."

Morgan waved it off.

"Don't worry. If I had a father like that, my reaction might've been even worse."

Galahad opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.

In his timeline, Queen Morgan had suffered greatly at the hands of her own father, King Uther.

"Now that this matter is out in the open, don't dwell on it. From now on, you'll stay in Camelot. King Lot and I will be your family, and the other Knights of the Round Table will be as well."

Morgan's expression softened with maternal warmth.

Then, she added:

"Oh, and Galahad make sure to keep an eye on Lancelot. Don't let him get close to Guinevere again."

After all, while she couldn't guarantee her sister's feelings, she could ensure no one stole her away.

As her dear Lot would say:

"All cuckolds must die!"

"I will. You have my word."

Galahad would've done so even without Morgan's orders.

After leaving Morgan and Galahad, Lancelot found himself deep in thought.

Where should I go to verify the truth of this?

Who should I ask?

For now, returning to France was out of the question he was stuck in Britain.

He needed someone who could give him answers.

"You seem troubled by a question. And as it happens, I may have the answer."

Just as he was pondering, Merlin appeared before him, smiling.

The biggest flaw in Morgan's plan was that she hadn't brought Lot with her.

And at this very moment, Lot had left the city to oversee grain inventory giving Merlin the perfect opportunity to observe Morgan undisturbed.