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But the man didn't care about the so-called embarrassment at the moment.

Because he really had too many doubts.

Those were questions one after another, each one extremely important.

However, as if he had already anticipated that his father Ian would have many things he wanted to know, Galahad spoke first.

"Father."

"As you can see—"

"If you've been walking along this path, you should have felt a lot of familiar things."

"Like the spell placed at the door, and the flower petals just used, even if you haven't fully identified them, you should have sensed something about all of this, right?"

"..."

"Is this something your mother left you?" Ian answered almost without thinking.

This is the most reasonable explanation.

If Galahad's magic was inherited from someone disguised as "Guinevere", then everything we saw before would be explained.

The spell that entered was cast by Mary, so it was not surprising that I could see it clearly;

Since it was Mary's magic that was being comprehended, it wasn't surprising that similar flower petals were used as a carrier.

"really."

"If it's my father, I'd recognize him in just a few glances."

Galahad didn't deny Ian's words at all - this was obviously the standard answer.

"So……"

"Father must have recognized what the girl named Mashu had obtained."

"..."

Galahad is very sensitive to the already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot).

This was something Ian had never expected.

but--

This doesn't seem like a bad thing.

For me, understanding the true nature of that treasure is also very important.

"Galahad."

"Is this something you 'gifted' her?"

Galahad shook his head, then nodded.

"To say 'give' or something like that is a bit too much."

"only--"

"I just feel sorry for her."

"She... wasn't supposed to be born into this world. Forcing such a fate upon her is a bit too much."

"..."

Galahad's simple words made the man realize the long-hidden secret.

and many more……

"Galahad, could it be that you are..."

"Father." Galahad stopped Ian.

"It's good that you understand. Some things are not worth remembering."

"..."

Galahad was indeed right.

Even a few words like this about Mashu are enough to make people sad.

"I understand."

"But you should at least tell her how to use the already distant ideal city (Lord Camelot)."

Ian "fought" for Matthew to get what she wanted.

"She's been agonizing over this for a long time."

"If a Noble Phantasm cannot display its true power, then it is completely useless, isn't it?"

"But father."

Galahad said this neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"I actually don't impose any restrictions on that cross shield."

"That's the symbol of Camelot."

"It was also the first thing I came across about the Knights of the Round Table after returning to Britain from France."

"I think……"

"No one would bother with Mashu about that—especially with you, father, around."

"This……"

Listening to Galahad's words, Ian finally understood the origin of the distant ideal city (Lord Camelot).

This was not something Galahad had at the beginning, but something he came into contact with after returning to France.

The reason why it was "given" to Mashu was probably because it was the first conceptual existence he came into contact with, right?

"You mean... you never set any limits on it from the beginning to the end?"

"Yes, Father."

Galahad nodded again.

"I already have a lot of sympathy for her, so how could I possibly set up restrictions like that and make her feel lost and confused?"

"..."

Realizing that there was really no need for Galahad to lie about such a thing, Ian fell into deep thought.

If even Galahad, the original "owner" of the Noble Phantasm, did not set any restrictions, then what is the reason why Mashu cannot use the already distant Ideal City (Lord Camelot)?

Considering her life experience so far...

Could it be her herself?

Ian didn't dare to think about it.

"Father—" Galahad's voice sounded again "inopportunely," "My words seem to have troubled you."

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

Ian took a deep breath and temporarily put the question about Mashu's Noble Phantasm in his heart.

now--

There are more noteworthy ones.

"Galahad."

"you……"

The man's hand gently stroked the crystal coffin belonging to Mordred in front of him, and his tone seemed a little reluctant.

"Why do you do this to her?"

"You...want to revive her?"

"..."

Galahad fell silent, a rare occurrence.

Even when Ian acted like he was going to question him earlier, the young man had never shown such an attitude.

After a long time, Galahad spoke again.

only--

His question seemed a little off.

"Father."

"What do you think caused Britain's demise?"

"I'd like to know your opinion."

"..."

Because he inherited Merry's bloodline, Galahad seems to have the same insight as the Flower Magician.

After thinking for a moment, Ian replied:

"Then it's time, of course."

"Everything dies—that's just the way the world works, isn't it?"

"No matter what Britain says, it shouldn't escape this rule."

These were also the words Ian used to dissuade Gawain, and now he used them again on Galahad in front of him.

"But is it really so?"

Galahad did not seem very satisfied with the answer his father provided.

To be precise, there should be other ideas.

"What do you mean, Galahad?"

"Although we haven't met for too long——"

The man regained the initiative in speaking.

"But I think it's worthwhile to express our true thoughts to each other."

"If you keep hiding your emotions, communication loses its true meaning."

"..."

Seeing that Galahad was still silent, Ian continued:

"Galahad, although I may not be qualified to speak in this way—"

"But if I'm not mistaken, you must have some kind of prejudice against Mordred, right?"

"No, it's not necessarily prejudice. It should be called your own opinion."

"Well... whatever it is, I hope you can tell me."

"..."

Galahad remained silent.

But at this moment, he began to circle around the crystal coffin where Mordred was sleeping, his eyes looking heavy and regretful.

Ian could feel that Galahad had some very special thoughts about his "half-brother" Mordred lying in the crystal coffin.

finally--

After an unknown amount of time of silence, Galahad finally stopped.

He looked at Mordred being "buried" with royal etiquette, and his voice became deeper.

"Father."

"You and mother... sorry, I should say other mother, are you a little partial to Mordred?"

"preference?"

"Ah."

Galahad nodded, then looked at his father.

"Britain clearly needs a more powerful king."