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"Your idea is highly commendable; it is indeed an excellent quality that a knight should possess."

"So--"

"Let me try your cooking."

You took the mashed potatoes from Gawain.

This is a very simple dish—just use potatoes as the main ingredient, add some seasonings, cook them in a container until soft, and then mash them into a puree.

Even in the war-torn military camp, where every minute counts, this is still a dish worth trying.

You've already prepared your compliments for Gao Wen—after all, he so desperately wants your praise.

But things took an unexpected turn.

It looks good;

The aroma also conforms to the common sense of good food.

Ian gently scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it into his mouth.

Shila-

Ian felt his brain trembling.

How could it be... so awful?!

If we were to describe it in words—

That is cheese that was more than half a month past its expiration date. After being gnawed on by rats, it was thrown into a bucket of leftover food and soaked in foul-smelling oil for several days. Then it was mixed with a paste made from rotten eggs to create a twisted food.

Just tolerating this smell is already a challenge akin to facing a god.

If Ian hadn't developed an unwavering will long ago, he was certain he would have turned on the spot.

Gulu.

With an attitude as if facing a curse, Ian swallowed the mashed potatoes in his mouth with difficulty, and was then surrounded by Gawain's expectant gaze.

"Father, how does it taste?!"

"..."

Ian didn't know how to answer that question.

be honest?

It seems like it would severely damage his self-confidence.

But if you're lying, does that mean you should eat the whole plate of mashed potatoes?

This is a difficult choice.

Ian didn't want to choose any of them.

Seemingly noticing her beloved's predicament, Artoria spoke expressionlessly at this moment:

"This mashed potato smells delicious."

"Sir Ian, let me have a taste."

"..."

Can't I try it?

"Oh no, of course."

Ian hesitated for a moment, but in the end he handed over the mashed potatoes as Artoria had asked.

At the moment the handover was completed, he felt a pang of regret.

After all, if he himself said it was unpalatable, the blow to Gawain would only be at the level of an elder.

But if Artoria says it tastes bad, then that would be a denial from the entire Camelot.

The difference in the impact on Gao Wen's confidence between the two situations is naturally vast.

But things took an unexpected turn once again.

Artoria took the mashed potatoes and immediately started tasting them.

Unlike Ian, she showed no hesitation whatsoever and ate it all up.

She then expressed her opinion.

"Hmm...it can indeed be called 'food'."

"Please keep it up."

Hearing this, Gao Wen was extremely excited.

"I understand!"

"I'll make another one right now!"

Watching Gawain walk away happily, Ian finally dared to speak:

How could you eat that?

"In terms of ordinary cooking, it is indeed unpalatable."

Artoria frowned slightly.

“But that’s your child, and also our knight. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“But Artoria, I think if this continues... we might create some kind of monster.”

"That's okay."

The girl's face flushed slightly.

"Anything that Mr. Ian has tasted, I can eat as if it were a delicacy."

"..."

Ian was unsure whether he should answer the question or not—if he agreed, he would surely be entangled in some kind of misfortune, wouldn't he?

And at that moment when the two were speechless.

A report came through:

"My lord, there is a knight from France outside who wishes to see you!"

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You didn't expect a knight to request a meeting at this time.

You probably never expected this knight to come from France, across the coast.

You feel that this matter is not as simple as it seems.

Ian and Artoria exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts.

Avoiding the situation is pointless; meeting with them is the right choice.

"Let him come."

The young king said this.

"understood."

Then, amidst the aroma of food and the cheers of the knights, a man appeared before the two.

He was a tall and handsome man with beautiful violet eyes and hair as white as milkweed.

One glance is enough to tell that this is a knight of extraordinary bearing.

"Greetings, I am Lancelot, a knight from France."

You notice that his gaze remained fixed on Artoria beside you the entire time.

This is a different performance from Percival and Palamedes—who, to varying degrees, once mistook you for the true King of Knights.

You realized he was definitely not an ordinary knight.

You sense that his strength might be extremely powerful.

Seeing that no one answered him, the knight who called himself Lancelot spoke up once again.

"If my guess is correct."

"you--"

Lancelot looked at Artoria.

"It must be King Arthur."

"And he—"

Lancelot looked in the other direction.

"It must be the king's attendant."

Although Ian had anticipated all of this, he was not happy about it.

"In that case——"

Ian returned Lancelot's gaze.

"Knight from France, what brings you all this way?"

"Is it just to tell me and the king that you can distinguish us?"

Although he's a bastard who can completely manipulate Artoria's emotions in private, Ian maintains 100% respect for her in front of others.

A king may be corrupted in secret, but he must never be desecrated in public.

If anyone tries to offend Artoria's dignity.

Ian was convinced he would be the first Knight of the Round Table to draw his sword.

"Of course not possible."

Lancelot smiled and shook his head.

"If that's the case, then I'm making a mountain out of a molehill."