"Whoosh!"
In the raging sea of fire, a gust of wind suddenly blew, allowing a figure to appear in front of Jeanne d 'Alter.
A heavy shield that was as tall as a person was lifted up and blocked in front of Jeanne d 'Alter, taking both of them behind the shield.
The one who came was Mashu.
"That shield, could it be …?!"
Lancelot's expression finally changed as he slashed down with great force. His eyes were filled with shock and astonishment.
However, it was impossible for him to restrain his strength at this time.
The knight on the lake, Lancelot's relic struck the shield in front of him with all his might.
"Clang!"
It was as if steel had struck a golden bell. When the magic sword that was glistening with the lake light landed on the shield, a sound wave reverberated and blew away the surrounding flames.
"Rawr!"
At the same time, the blade of the Demonic Sword that was overflowing with magical power rubbed against the surface of the shield like a hot knife through butter, causing sparks to burst out fiercely. It also caused the ear-piercing sound to shake people's eardrums.
"It was blocked …?!"
Lancelot's expression changed again and again, and he could no longer remain calm.
"Hah!"
Matthew shouted as the shield in her hand was like a hammer. With a violent swing, she blasted it towards Lancelot.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the side of the shield hit Lancelot's chest hard.
"Grrr …!"
Lancelot suddenly spat out a muffled cry as his whole body was smashed away.
However, Lancelot quickly reacted and adjusted his body in mid-air. He turned around and landed on the ground, rubbing against the ground as he retreated. After a while, he stopped.
"Cough cough …!"
Lancelot coughed while holding his chest.
However, Lancelot couldn't care so much anymore.
"That shield, and this heavy blow that seemed like you wanted to kill your family in the name of righteousness. Could it be that you …"
Lancelot's eyes were still full of shock and astonishment as he looked at Matthew. Other than that, there was also a strong sense of disbelief and uncertainty.
Wasn't this a matter of course?
Galahad, who was known as the most perfect and ideal Knight of the Holy Grail, was Lancelot's illegitimate son. He was the son of Lancelot and Princess Elaine, the daughter of King Fisher. When Lancelot visited King Fisher, Princess Elaine, who was in love with him, cast an illusion on him, turning him into a concubine and sharing a bed with him. That was how Galahad was born.
When Lancelot woke up, he was extremely furious. He had wanted to kill his mother, but he gave up because Helene was pregnant. He didn't stay by Helene's side, so Galahad didn't see his father until he was an adult. After Galahad joined the Round Table, his relationship with Lancelot hadn't been harmonious. This was something that everyone knew.
Therefore, even if others could sense that Matthew inherited Galahad's power, it was impossible for Lancelot, as Galahad's father, to not notice it.
However …
"… I don't know why, but when I saw you, I felt a surge of anger."
Matthew stared intently at Lancelot and spoke in a low voice.
"Although this emotion can't affect me anymore, it's just an emotion released by the Spirit Base in my body. But I've decided to accept this emotion and question you."
As she spoke, Matthew showed a rare look of anger and glared at Lancelot.
"Lancelot, Knight of the Lake, let me ask you. The king is right in front of you. How dare you make an enemy of him again, collude with the Lion King, and help the wicked. Is this what you, the First Knight of the Round Table, should do?"
Matthew's question was unprecedentedly fierce.
At least, seeing Matthew like this, everyone in Chaldea was scared silly.
Even Lancelot was at a loss for words. In the end, even his eyes started to wander.
Looking at Lancelot like this, Matthew became even angrier.
She looked like she was looking at an irresponsible and unprincipled father. Her eyes were full of anger and a trace of contempt.
That trace of contempt made Lancelot feel as if his heart had been stabbed by a sword. It hurt so much.
"No … that … what should I say …"
Lancelot's tone seemed to be guilty, and he really looked a little useless.
"All right, you don't have to say anything." Matthew directly interrupted Lancelot and said in a tough manner that had never been seen in the past, "Anyway, you are such a person. You are lustful and have no taste. As long as it's for beautiful women, you can do anything. You say you respect and love women, but in fact, you have no bottom line and attack beautiful women!"
"Oh!" Lancelot clutched his heart as if he had been stabbed by a sword several times. He staggered.
But Matthew did not stop.
At this moment, Matthew received all the emotions of Galahad that emerged from the depths of her heart, turned them into words, and kept venting them.
"I have nothing to say to you like this. Anyway, it's not the first time you've lost your mind and done something unimaginable. If you're still not sober, then let me hit you with this shield to wake you up!"
As soon as her voice fell, Matthew raised the shield, stepped on the ground without hesitation, and rushed toward Lancelot.
"Wait … Wait! Listen to me first! "
Lancelot panicked.
"Hah!"
Matthew turned a deaf ear to him and rushed in front of Lancelot. She swung the shield in her hand and mercilessly attacked Lancelot with the sound of the wind breaking.
"Wait! Wait! Didn't I say wait …?! "
Lancelot could only dodge the heavy shield swinging at him with some embarrassment. He kept retreating, but he was pursued by Matthew without any explanation.
For a moment, the shield in Matthew's hand kept swinging through the air, smashing at Lancelot with a deafening whistling sound.
Lancelot seemed to be forced into a desperate situation. After he couldn't avoid it, he could only raise his magic sword to resist.
A battle of attack and defense unfolded.
However, the shield soldier, who was supposed to be the defensive side, attacked like a berserker, while the swordsman was blindly defending, making the sound of the exchange of blows endless.
"… What the hell are these two people doing?"
Jeanne Alter, who didn't know what was going on, was stunned and at a loss.
She didn't know that the other Knight of the Round Table who was present had disappeared unknowingly.
.....
"Sir Rozen!"
Serenity, who had been waiting beside Rozen, suddenly tensed up and made a defensive posture.
"Hmm?"
Rozen, who was watching the battle, turned his head and looked forward.
"I see." Rozen seemed to understand something, grinned, and said to himself, "You realized that I am the center of this place, the source of the servants becoming so strong, so you took advantage of the chaos to come here to get rid of me first?"
As soon as these words came out, someone responded immediately.
"This is just a delayed judgment. When you disobeyed the king in front of the main gate of the Holy Capital, you should have paid the price with your life. Now I am just here to collect it."
The handsome knight with the harp came in front of Rozen, showing an elegant smile.
"Although, this is very sad."
Trystan, the Son of Sorrow, came quietly like this.
This made Rozen smile slightly, his eyes full of ridicule.
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