Chapter 57: Father-in-Law!?
Galahad was still adjusting to the world before him.
This was a world years before he was even born.
And most crucially it was a world where the circumstances unfolding were completely different from what he had learned from his mother.
Arthur had not become king.
Now, the greatest conflict was the strife between Morgan and the old nobility.
Just what in the world was this?!
Even Galahad felt the urge to vent his frustration.
But for now, it seemed he had no choice but to follow Lot and Morgan, staying with them temporarily to gather information.
Gripping his sword, Galahad remained on guard, ready to fight at any moment.
Arriving at a clearing, Lot and Morgan sat down. Then, Lot turned to Galahad and said:
"Gala, go keep watch around us."
Gala? Since when did you start calling me Gala?
Hearing Lot's words, Galahad felt a twinge of irritation.
Was this man always this overly familiar?
Though inwardly annoyed, he still nodded in agreement.
Once Galahad had left, Lot turned to Morgan with a reproachful tone.
"Look, I could've handled this alone. You're not me what if something dangerous happens?"
He had brought his fishing rod not just to fish for things in the river of time, but also for another plan.
Lot intended to bait the nobles into making a move.
Actions had to be justified.
Lot wanted to lure the nobles into attempting an assassination.
As long as someone tried to kill him
Then he would have legitimate grounds to retaliate against those nobles who acted. At the same time, he could pressure the rest into submitting to humiliating terms.
If he were the one to approach the nobles, even if they yielded, they would still try to negotiate terms.
But if he were the victim of an assassination attempt, he could justify a plan to purge all the nobles forcing them to kneel in submission.
This was Lot's scheme.
Of course, there were risks involved.
But as the saying goes: You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child, and you can't summon the King of Knights without tossing out a bun.
Every endeavor carried some danger.
Lot had also arranged for Kay to be on standby, ready to reinforce him at a moment's notice.
So, he had done everything possible to minimize the risks.
Even so, he never intended to drag Morgan into this.
[My wife is a frail mage even a stray arrow could hurt her. Her being here isn't a good idea.]
Lot thought to himself.
Hearing this, Morgan raised an eyebrow.
Oh, you. While I appreciate your concern, care to explain what you mean by "frail" and "a stray arrow could hurt me"?
Me, Morgan, am plenty strong.
"Hmph, having me here is still better than you being alone. What if the enemy is a mage? Wouldn't you knights just be sitting ducks?"
Morgan retorted.
Lot said nothing. Instead, he silently pulled out Origin Bullets.
At the same time, his other hand retrieved an MP345.
Putting the 3 and 4 back,
Lot then drew an MP5 submachine gun with his free hand.
He displayed them to Morgan.
Against mages, I'm not completely helpless.
Suppress them with gunfire, close the distance, and finish them with a few slashes simple as that.
"Hmph, next time, I won't bother worrying about you."
Morgan punched Lot's arm.
It was more of a light tap than a strike closer to a massage than an attack.
"Anyway, I'm already here. It's not like you can just send me back alone now, can you?"
Crossing her arms, Morgan adopted an I'm here, deal with it attitude.
Seeing her like this,
Lot had no choice.
"Fine. Just stay close to me later."
He could only remind her.
"Got it." Morgan nodded, then remembered Galahad and asked Lot: "By the way, that knight called Galahad how strong is he?"
"His strength?"
Lot pondered.
"Absolutely top-tier."
Even among the hundred or so Knights of the Round Table, Galahad was undoubtedly one of the most powerful.
His own son, Gawain, had nearly been killed in a single blow by Galahad without the latter even realizing it.
A fully realized Galahad could probably only be briefly suppressed by Triple Gawain during that time. Even Lancelot might not be a match.
Right now, he only has that sword still a rookie.
But his strength…
Should still surpass both mine and Morgan's at this point.
After all, Morgan isn't yet the Master of Britain.
"Is that so?"
Hearing Lot's assessment, Morgan's eyes gleamed.
Not bad. You went out for a stroll and actually found a knight like this?
Impressive. Truly impressive.
Morgan thought to herself.
Just then, both Lot and Morgan heard the clashing of swords.
Hm?
A fight?
That direction it's where Galahad went earlier.
Had he engaged someone?
Lot and Morgan exchanged glances.
"Let's go check it out."
Lot said to Morgan.
"Right."
Morgan nodded.
The two then headed toward the source of the battle.
Soon,
They arrived at the scene.
Galahad was fighting.
His opponent was a purple-haired young man.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with striking features his swordsmanship was exceptionally refined.
Against Galahad, he was holding his own without faltering.
Seeing this young man, Lot's eyes widened.
"Father-in-law?!"
He blurted out without thinking.
Hearing this, Morgan immediately shot him a sidelong glare.
What are you talking about?
Your father-in-law? That would be my father!
"What did you just say?"
Morgan demanded.
"Ahem, this knight… looks a lot like a childhood friend of mine. His nickname was Father-in-law."
Lot quickly covered.
[That was pure reflex. Gotta be careful not to slip up like that again.]
Lot scolded himself internally.
Faced with Morgan's questioning, Lot felt a little wronged.
Wasn't it just an instinctive reaction?
Like seeing Merlin and instinctively yelling scammer, spotting a beautiful woman and reflexively calling out hey gorgeous, or encountering a scholar and immediately addressing them as Legendary Swordsman
All just reflexes.
Hearing Lot's explanation, Morgan seemed satisfied.
Fine.
Besides, this knight looked to be in his early twenties at most.
Even if you married young, you wouldn't have a teenage daughter already.
Yeah, no issue here.