Upon observing Morgan taking Galahad to confront Lancelot and hearing their exchange, rlin sensed his opportunity had arrived.
Lancelot's strength was undoubtedly the greatest among the Knights of the Round Table.
Even though both Galahad and his own pupil had undergone training under the Shadow Queen of the Land of Shadows,
And had grown far stronger than before,
Lancelot would still not fall short of them.
Ah,
But it seed unlikely he would beco a reliable ally for Lot.
In that case, he should now beco a knight destined for the future King Arthur.
As for , it's ti to put in so serious effort
To swiftly make him an asset on my side.
Co on, this ti, Lot isn't here. There can't be any more mishaps.
rlin's thoughts were too erratic, too fluid incompatible with the rationality of those bound to this planet.
When it ca to his own plans, he would never change them lightly.
In this era, he simply wished to paint the picture he desired.
To write the tale of a king sculpted by his own hands.
His own life was so dull he had to do sothing that might pique his interest.
If he didn't, he might as well end it all, ascend to the Throne of Heroes as a spirit, and spend eternity mocking those who ca before him.
He could see through everyone except Lot.
Galahad's identity was also within his observations.
The reason he had discerned Galahad's origins was that everything was part of his design.
He didn't know the future, but based on the information he had already perceived, he could deduce it.
And Lancelot's current predicant?
Exactly what he had hoped for.
rlin mused to himself, then prepared to explain his plans to Lancelot.
But before he could speak
Lancelot's actions aligned perfectly with his expectations.
In the literal sense.
The mont Lancelot spotted rlin, he delivered a vicious kick straight to his chest.
If it were anyone else, Lancelot wouldn't have resorted to this.
But rlin was an exception.
No matter how one dealt with him, it was never excessive.
If Lot and Morgan were openly hostile, and Galahad harbored resentnt due to their uncertain relationship
Then what about rlin?
Smiling amiably while chatting, only to stab you in the back mid-conversation.
Utterly detestable.
"Hey, I'm here to help you. Is this how you treat ?"
Lancelot's strength was imnse. With that single kick, rlin was sent sprawling to the ground.
Rubbing his nose with a pained grin, rlin looked up at Lancelot.
Faced with rlin's wry smile, Lancelot didn't relent he struck again.
During his imprisonnt, Galahad had repeatedly warned him:
"Do not trust a single word rlin says."
At the very least, this was one piece of advice Lancelot was more than willing to believe.
As he lunged at rlin, Lancelot shouted:
"Last ti you 'helped' , I got locked up for a year! If you 'help' again, I'll probably lose the rest of my life!"
Seeing this, rlin sighed inwardly.
Well then,
I can't just take this beating.
I'd actually die at this rate.
rlin raised his fists and fought back barehanded.
After a few exchanges, rlin with the advantage of Clairvoyance seized an opening and locked Lancelot's arms in place.
"I truly wasn't deceiving you back then!"
rlin hastily explained.
"I'm not on the sa side as Their Majesties Morgan and Lot!"
"Oh really? Then why is his chief knight your student?"
Lancelot shot back.
"Ah…" rlin's expression grew even more strained.
"That… wasn't by my choice."
"Whatever. There's nothing left to discuss. I'm going solo."
Lancelot wrenched his arms free and turned to leave.
But after only a few steps, rlin tossed a small booklet at him.
"What's this?"
Lancelot caught it and frowned.
"Locations of giants and other Phantasmal Species. If you want fa or to hone your skills, consider it my advice."
rlin replied.
"…If this is real, then thanks, I guess."
Lancelot pocketed the booklet.
rlin sighed. "You still don't trust ."
Lancelot fixed him with a piercing stare.
"If you really want my trust, then tell was what Sir Galahad said true? And who is his mother?"
"About his mother… I'll only reveal that once you fully believe in ."
"Playing coy, huh? Fine. I'll verify the contents of this booklet first. If it's all accurate, then I might consider hearing you out."
With that, Lancelot strode away.
Watching him leave, rlin wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
"Kids these days… They're nothing like the people from Uther's ti. So much harder to fool."
He muttered to himself.
Now, all he could do was wait for Lancelot's response.
anwhile…
As a man of Chinese descent, what brought the greatest joy?
Seeing granaries filled to the brim with grain.
Lying atop a mountain of food brought unparalleled comfort.
"But this is the last ti. Next, we'll have to focus on farming and dealing with Vortigern's forces."
Lot murmured to himself.
This venture had all but ruined Calot's credibility in Francia.
But when people were starving, principles like "credibility" no longer mattered.
As long as Calot's people survived that was enough.
Now, they had to plant crops, reclaim their lands, and take revenge on Vortigern.
Unite Britain, then see if there was a way to delay the Age of Gods' decline.
And if that failed?
Well, they'd have no choice but to turn their blades toward Francia.
Lot had often pondered
In other tilines, the strife between Morgan and Artoria had plunged Calot into endless civil war, leaving Artoria little room to expand into Europe.
But this ti?
With him the Angler here,
Morgan and Artoria's sisterly bond remained intact.
Perhaps, one day, he would wield Joyeuse and beco the Father of Europe.
Charlemagne's descendants had founded France, Germany, and Italy.
And as for him?
Well, he had far more children to spare…
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