In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Anno sat in King Fisher's room, his strong body like an iron tower, exuding immense pressure simply by sitting there motionless.

King Fisher had some idea of ​​Anno's intentions, so he was very nervous, and cold sweat poured down his forehead as if he were being doused with water.

He was very clear about this man's strength. Many people were discussing the relative strengths of King Arthur and Knight of the Lake Lancelot, but in the hearts of those who had experienced those wars, the strongest in Britain was always Lancelot's father—the Knight of the Chalk, Anno.

“King Fisher, you know why I’m here.” Anno picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said this as if it were unintentional.

King Fisher shuddered, chuckling awkwardly, "Ah ha, Lord Anno's purpose? How would I know?"

Anno glanced at King Fisher, finished his tea, and slowly put the cup down.

It made a very loud sound.

Anno's long black hair had turned gray, and his sharp eyes stared at King Fisher: "Before the Irish War, my son, Lancelot, came here once as a diplomat, didn't he?"

"Alas!" The king was so frightened by the knight that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Anno didn't beat around the bush any longer: "Take me to see your daughter."

"I need to see my grandson."

His gaze was intense, like a sharp sword.

Fisher sat weakly in the chair, panting heavily, and it took him a while to recover.

Anno's aura just now was like a mountain, and he even felt that he was going to be crushed into a meat pie by the mountain.

He swallowed hard, then stood up, leaning on the table for support. He looked at An Nuo and chuckled awkwardly, "An, An Nuoqing, I, I'll take you to see my daughter right now."

His legs trembled as he opened the door for Anno and led the way.

Anno glanced at King Fisher, gave a cold smile, stood up, and followed behind King Fisher.

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Chapter Seventy-Six Lancelot, Forgive Me

In a spacious room at Fisher Palace, the once lively and beautiful Princess Elaine lay on her bed, making final preparations for childbirth.

Now, she is thin and weak, staring blankly at the magnificent ceiling.

A servant rushed in, opened the door, and said frantically to Princess Elaine, "Princess, something terrible has happened, Lancelot..."

Princess Elaine, supporting herself with her thin arms, sat up abruptly and asked loudly, "What's wrong, Lord Lancelot?"

The servant was startled, but still stammered, "Lord Lancelot's father has arrived! His Majesty the King is bringing him here!"

“Lord Lancelot’s…father…” Princess Elaine seemed to lose all her strength and lay back down weakly once more.

Just as I expected, you didn't even come back to look at this wretched woman until the very end...

Tears silently slid down her cheeks.

This scene was witnessed by Anno as he entered the room.

He ignored King Fisher, who was explaining to him, and went straight to the bedside.

Princess Elaine glanced at Anno, then turned her head inside, refusing to look at Lancelot's father.

Anyway, they're here to criticize themselves.

Anno looked at the emaciated girl lying on the bed, who resembled a corpse, and her initial anger subsided considerably.

He unconsciously reached out and touched Princess Elaine's hair.

With a long sigh, Anno walked out of the room with his hands behind his back, followed closely by King Fisher.

“Let’s talk about it after she gives birth. I don’t want to watch her die,” Anno said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes, okay!" King Fisher was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.

Anno turned back, casting a cold glance at King Fisher: "The mercy I showed you was not for you, Your Majesty. I do not believe that a girl in her teens would make such a crazy decision on her own, daring to scheme against a knight under the throne of the King of Britain..."

Fisher felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and stammered, unable to speak.

Anno looked away, her imposing manner softening: "What I pity is this poor girl, who was schemed against by her father."

“I used to think that my son Lancelot was the victim and your daughter Elaine was the perpetrator.”

"But now it seems... they were all victims..."

After uttering these cryptic words, Anno walked away, leaving King Fisher alone sitting on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Princess Elaine, who was in the room, heard every single word of what was said.

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes filled with disbelief.

However, at that moment, Elaine felt a spasm in her abdomen and couldn't help but let out a weak cry of pain.

"Your Highness!"

"Quickly, someone come! The princess is about to give birth!"

......

After intense pain, Princess Elaine successfully gave birth to a baby boy.

However, correspondingly, the weakened Princess Elaine also entered her final moments.

She watched as the servants held her child above her, but she couldn't even make out the baby's face, let alone hold her son in her arms.

Is this the punishment for my crazy behavior...? She couldn't help but think.

"Lord Lancelot...please forgive me, forgive this foolish and pathetic woman..." she said to the world in a weak voice.

Just then, a large hand suddenly pressed down on her head.

"Rest a bit, child..." a voice said, and Elaine quietly lost consciousness.

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Small Theater - Father's Day in Chaldea

Chaldea.

"Mash, it's Father's Day today." Fujimaru Ritsuka said, swinging her legs as she sat in the restaurant.

“Yes, senpai.” Mashu looked at Ritsuka with a gentle smile.

"Do the Heroic Spirits celebrate Father's Day?" Ritsuka asked listlessly, picking up a cookie.

Mashu couldn't help but think of Lancelot, the man who had put on airs in front of her.

And... Romani Archman.

……

“Father, this, this is, my gift.”

Lancelot, his face flushed with embarrassment, knelt on one knee and handed Anno a gift box.

Anno's youthful face froze for a moment, then he smiled awkwardly and reached out to place his hand on Lancelot's head.

A gentle caress.

……

Artoria: "Mordred, what are you looking at?"

Mo Hai'er (eyes wide open, clutching a box of chocolates): "..."

Artoria frowned: "Lord Mordred?"

"Ugh! Father's an idiot!" Mordred ran off.

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Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Humble King Has Returned

Anno used a healing magic costume to keep Princess Elaine's life hanging by a thread.

He took his grandson from the servant standing nearby.

The baby is crying loudly, with a layer of white lanugo on its head. It is small but its voice is loud.

"Has your princess named the child?" he asked the servant.

"Ah, Sir Knight." The squire knelt on the ground in fear. "The princess has ordered that the child's name be Galahad."

“Galahad…” Anno gently teased Galahad with his calloused hands, revealing a rare, gentle smile.

"Giggle." Strangely enough, Galahad stopped crying when faced with Anno, who looked old and had a serious expression. Instead, she grabbed Anno's fingers with her two little hands and laughed.

Anno's thoughts drifted back to the sacred lake twenty years ago.

Back then, when he was still young, he held Lancelot, who was still a baby, in the same way, and teased him in the same way.

Even the strongest and bravest knight cannot escape the erosion of time.

The grandfather and grandson touched foreheads lightly, and Galahad curiously stroked Anno's cheek.

Anno placed Galahad back in the servant's hands, his expression no longer feigning seriousness: "Tell your princess that I am very pleased with the name."

"Yes!"

He turned and walked out of the room, his expression returning to normal.

Fisher stood at the door with a apprehensive smile.

Anno glanced coldly at the obese, vile, and filthy middle-aged man and snorted.

He walked past King Fisher, took two steps forward, then turned back as if remembering something: "Your Majesty, I need to consult Princess Elaine."

“Huh? What?” King Fisher was stunned.

“The child she gave birth to is my son’s child. I need to ask her opinion…ask her if she’s willing to leave here and go to a new environment.” His eyes were filled with disgust and coldness. “This palace is filled with a filthy stench, which is not good for my grandson’s growth, do you understand?”

"I understand, I understand, I understand." King Fisher was almost in tears. All he wanted was a son-in-law so he could find a powerful backer, but instead he offended the powerful backer.

There will always be some people who will never understand that there should be a bottom line in life, and if you cross someone else's bottom line, you will naturally have to pay the price.

King Fisher had made up his mind that even if Princess Elaine didn't want to leave, he would still drive her away.

As long as the baby remains in Fisher Palace, the Knight Anno will definitely come every now and then, and he doesn't want to see Anno again.

Three days later, Princess Elaine awoke, and Anno explained his intentions to her.

He no longer harbored much hostility towards the girl who had been tricked, but it was absolutely impossible for her to meet Lancelot, because Lancelot clearly regarded that incident as a disgrace to his chivalry.