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"Brother Gawain, Sir Kay, both are good choices—why must Mordred come?"

"I can't comprehend this, Father."

Galahad spoke with a very sincere tone, and it was obvious that this was a problem that had been bothering him for a long time.

"He was clearly not fit to be king, yet he received the brilliant sword Clarent, the symbol of the throne."

"After taking office, he turned Britain into a mess and made life miserable for the people."

"Isn't this a far greater calamity than so-called destiny? So-called destruction, no matter how you think about it, is it inseparable from her?"

"therefore--"

Galahad's gaze fell on the lifeless Mordred in the crystal coffin.

“Even though I’ve completely lost touch with reality, I still want to know the answer to this question.”

"What is the relationship between Britain's bane and Mordred?"

"Rather than asking aimlessly, asking me to come again should be a better choice, right?"

"Of course—after that, this city called Jerusalem might also need to become a place to test such statements."

"..."

The source of everything is surprisingly simple.

Galahad, who was released from the river by Ian and Mellie in order to maintain the original historical appearance, returned to his real hometown, Britain, by chance.

But Mordred's terrible rule made the young man feel confused.

In his eyes, Britain's demise was a man-made disaster, not a natural disaster.

But he did not "confirm" this fact so decisively, but chose a more compromising approach.

That's right.

That is to trace the answer back to the owner of the question.

The things he had failed to accomplish in his lifetime now shone again like stars, guiding Galahad to understand it all.

only……

Such a wish seems to have been greatly "distorted", eventually forming the current singularity that almost violates all reality.

Mordred is not good enough to be king.

The great holy city called Jerusalem will prove this.

"Galahad, you..."

Ian hesitated to speak.

He could feel that the seemingly calm young man in front of him had actually already fallen into some kind of obsession in his heart.

Simple words probably wouldn't be enough to change his mind - otherwise, this meeting wouldn't have happened.

only……

Feeling the magic flow coming from under the crystal coffin, Ian suddenly had some ideas.

"Galahad."

"There's no way to contact the outside world from here. Did you cause this on purpose?"

"of course."

Galahad smiled.

"Where the king rests, it would be better to have some peace and quiet."

"So that means—you have a way to restore communication?"

"..."

Galahad hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Father, what are you..."

"It's nothing, don't be nervous."

Ian took a deep breath, trying his best to make his next words less noticeable.

"I just--"

"I just want you to meet Mordred in a different way."

825. Nero's Maternal Love and the Concept of Kingship/Galahad's Torture

"..."

The one who was doubtful was now Galahad's turn.

He looked at Ian in front of him, then looked at Mordred in the crystal coffin, and then asked the question that puzzled him.

"Father."

"Are you...kidding me?"

No wonder Galahad has such a problem.

The so-called "resurrected object" is now lying in the crystal coffin, so what his father said naturally seems extremely strange.

"I'm not kidding."

Ian looked at the boy in front of him and answered very seriously.

He knew that only by showing such an attitude would the other party understand that these words were not a joke.

"Galahad, if you remove the communication block, I can let you see what you want to see."

"..."

Galahad remained silent.

He looked at his father in front of him, as if considering how credible his words were.

Finally, he gave his answer.

"I see--"

"Father, I know what to do."

I have to say, Mary's bloodline is much more powerful than imagined.

Even just this little bit is enough to make Galahad, who obtained it, become far different from ordinary people.

Petals fluttered in this not-so-big tomb, silently telling the boy's plans.

instantly.

The petals have fallen.

Ian also felt that a certain breath in the air was slightly dissipating.

The "preemptive strike" was the call from Gray.

"Mr. Ian!"

The girl's calls sounded hurried and nervous - it was obvious that for them, Ian's "disappearance" for such a long time was already scary enough!

The man of course understood this, so he quickly said:

"I am fine."

"Are you all… okay?"

"no!"

Gray quickly shook her head in denial, lest Ian get worried because of her words.

"It just seemed like there was an earthquake just now, but there's no problem now!"

"..."

It certainly wasn't an earthquake.

It was a magic trick that Galahad had set up under the crystal coffin where Mordred lay, in order to prevent the entire plan from being disrupted.

but……

This doesn't seem to be something worth exploring further.

"Mr. Ian, where are you first? Everyone is worried about you and Ms. Fujimaru Ritsuka!"

"This one……"

Ian glanced at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was "sleeping" beside him, then glanced at Galahad who was still waiting patiently, and quickly continued:

"It's fine."

"Don't worry about Ritsuka and I—we're dealing with some troubling things and will be back soon!"

"This……"

Although her tone still contained reluctance and confusion, Gray did not hesitate at all.

"I understand—in that case, I'll just wait patiently with them!"

"Mr. Ian, please don't worry!"

"okay, I get it."

Communication with Grey had always been so simple and clear. She was kind-hearted and innocent, and she hardly asked Ian any questions.

"Father."

Galahad's voice rang out again.

"That seems to be another girl who trusts you quite a bit—the relationship between you and your mother seems to be much weaker than I imagined."

"Much thinner?"

Ian couldn't help but smile a little.

"It would be nice if that were the case - in fact, your mother would never leave my side. She always has a special way to find me, no matter what time it is."

"is it?"

Galahad seemed to be learning this information for the first time.

In fact, this was only the first time he learned this information.

"That……"

"Isn't it time to get back to the point?"

"..."

Apparently, Galahad didn't seem to care much about anyone other than "Mordred".

For him, there is only one person he cares about now, and that is Mordred, the third king of Britain.

"I see."

Gray's words were just a simple interlude, and Ian directly called BB.

"Pig——"

"You finally decided to look for BB!"