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

“This…” Lancelot was stunned.

"Galahad, be good..." Anno quickly comforted Galahad.

After a while, Galahad was comforted and fell into a deep sleep.

Anno walked to the lakeside and stretched out his hands.

Anno placed Galahad in his hands in the lake, and his hands, cradling the baby, sank.

Galahad was sent back to the fairy world, and Anno walked back to Lancelot's stunned side.

Lancelot was of sound mind, and he immediately made the connection to the baby's identity.

“Father, Galahad is…” he said in disbelief.

Anno has regained his composure, and he always feels unconsciously happy and relaxed when he is with children.

He nodded, acknowledging Lancelot's guess: "Yes, he is your son, which makes him my grandson."

Lancelot was struck dumb.

"Princess Elaine, she..."

“That incident was her father’s conspiracy; she was merely seduced… Of course, she is not innocent. If you don’t want to see her, you don’t have to.” Anno said with his back to Lancelot.

“I have been keeping an eye on the Fisher Palace ever since I learned about this. She almost died when she gave birth to your son. I saved her and helped her and my grandson escape from King Fisher.”

"As for now, I have temporarily settled her and Galahad in Avalon."

“Lancelot, my son.” Anno became more talkative when talking about his child. “You must understand, Elaine was guilty of what happened back then, but Galahad was innocent.”

Lancelot sat by the lake, silently gazing at the water.

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Chapter 86 Changes in the Round Table

Lancelot ultimately chose to meet with Elaine. Anno did not go to watch, but when Lancelot came out of Avalon, he had a relieved smile on his face.

He held Galahad, who was already a month old, in his arms. Notably, one of Galahad's feet was stomping on his father's face.

The three of them spent a relatively warm week by the sacred lake. Galahad seemed to prefer his grandfather and had no feelings for his father, Lancelot.

Lancelot was quite hurt, while Anno smiled without saying a word.

After Lancelot came of age, he spent very little time with Anno. In his memory, Anno had always been a taciturn, cold and decisive person. However, during this time, he gained a deeper understanding of his father.

Anno, along with Arthur and Gawain, killed Vortigern and had completely let go of the worries of the past few years. Now, he was like an ordinary old man, relaxed and at ease.

The fairy gave the reforged chalk to Anno.

“You may rename it, Lord Anno,” the fairy said. “It has been reborn.”

The shape of the white chalk sword has not changed much compared to the original, except that a rhombus-shaped green gem has been added to the center of the sword.

Anno sheathed the newly grown chalk and bowed to thank the fairy.

The fairy said nothing and silently sank to the bottom of the lake.

As the Age of Gods comes to an end, her connection with the human world weakens year by year. When she can no longer appear in the human world, the Sacred Lake will be nothing more than an ordinary lake.

Anno rubbed the hilt of Chalk with his thumb and smiled. "I'll call you... Chalk the Guardian."

It is not the holy sword of the lake, nor the holy sword of the sun, nor the holy sword of the stars, but the holy sword of chalk, a holy sword born to protect.

The sword has been forged and Anno plans to return to Camelot.

“Elean...she says she doesn’t want to go to Camelot with me. She wants to stay here, raise Galahad, and then go to Camelot with Galahad to find me,” Lancelot explained to Anno with mixed feelings.

After that incident, Lancelot felt nothing but disgust and filth towards the woman, and he only wanted to kill her for defiling his chivalry.

However, after Anno's guidance and the analysis of the truth of the matter, his feelings towards the woman who bore him a son were no longer entirely hatred, but rather a contradictory mix of pity and disgust. At least on the surface, Lancelot forgave Elaine.

King Fisher's scheme failed, but Elaine's goal succeeded.

Vortigern's death did not cause much of a stir.

Britain was not seriously injured; everything continued as usual.

Lancelot and Guinevere's royal chef gatherings are held occasionally.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of five years, the Knights of the Round Table underwent significant changes.

One person left the round table, but three more knights joined.

Bose, the knight who should have died in the rebellion, died prematurely in the conflict with Rome.

The three new additions to the Round Table are Gawain's brother Gahoris and sister, Gareth, known as "The Beautiful Hand," and Percival, a knight who came to Britain from the forest.

Today, a strange knight dressed in full silver and red armor visited Britain.

The ominous double horns on his helmet were striking.

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Chapter 87 Mordred, Last Seat of the Round Table

"Unfamiliar knight, please state your name," the gatekeeper knight asked the knight wearing strange armor.

My name is,

"Mordred."

The unfamiliar knight gazed longingly at the Camelot Royal Court through his helmet.

There, you'll find the most outstanding knightly order in all of Britain: the Knights of the Round Table.

It is home to many brave and powerful Knights of the Round Table, and most importantly, to the Knight King, the great King Arthur.

The garrison knight smiled and nodded: "Knight, please remember, you are not allowed to draw your sword against the common people within the city."

“Understood,” Mordred replied eagerly.

"Well then—sir, good luck." The knight guarding the city smiled, indicating that Mordred could enter the city.

Mordred walked toward the Camelot court with anticipation and longing.

But what lies behind these aspirations and longings?

……

Mordred successfully joined a knightly order in Britain thanks to her excellent martial arts skills.

War is something all knights yearn for, and Mordred's outstanding performance on the battlefield caught the eye of the Knights of the Round Table.

After undergoing the assessment, Mordred unsurprisingly earned a seat at the round table.

Arthur looked at the knight with the strange helmet, his expression complicated.

She recognized him; he was her son.

Before her disappearance, her sister Morgan Fairer had been elusive in Camelot, spending her days secluded in her magic workshop.

On one occasion, all the accompanying knights died, but the queen survived unharmed.

After that, they disappeared.

Arthur had his own intelligence network within the royal court, and was well-informed about almost everything.

This includes the fact that Lancelot and Guinevere hold several "King of Cookery" gatherings every month.

Morganfeller used methods to obtain his own bodily information and "created" this android.

Mordred is both his own alter ego and Morgan's alter ego's child.

After Morgan Fairer disappeared, Arthur did not go looking for her.

Her feelings were the same as Lancelot's after Elaine drugged him—Morganflore had tarnished his chivalry.

But she was his sister, and Arthur couldn't bring himself to kill her, so he simply stopped looking for her, out of sight, out of mind.

But now, why is this child, who shouldn't have been born, here?

Did her appearance carry Morgan's will? And did she know about their relationship?

Arthur looked at Mordred with a stern, scrutinizing gaze.

Putting aside Mordred's joy and trepidation, Anno's chair was empty.

Like Merlin, Anno rarely appears at the Camelot court anymore.

He spent most of his time in the Knights' Cemetery and the Sacred Lake.

Percival was unhappy that Anno had not attended parliament for a long time, so he wanted to sit in Anno's seat.

But Merlin appeared out of nowhere.

He solemnly explained to everyone, "This seat represents calamity. Only those who can withstand calamity are qualified to sit in this seat."

"Those who are not qualified to sit in this seat will only bring trouble upon themselves."

Merlin's connection with the human world is also rapidly weakening, which is of course related to his own choices.

It won't be long before he "self-discipline" himself.

That is, never to leave the Tower of Paradise, never to leave Avalon.

Only from the top of the tower, observing everything through dreams.

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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Respect for Legends

“Mordred…” Anno listened to Lancelot recount the events of the past few days, murmuring this familiar name as he pondered carefully.

He doesn't have many memories left from the past, but there are a few that he remembers very well.

One of them is that Britain was destroyed by Mordred.

The magnificent palace built by King Arthur was destroyed by his own son.

"Could you take me to see the Knight Mordred, Lancelot?" Anno's hair and beard were even grayer, mostly turning grey, with the black hair gone.

Mordred is Morgan's son, and it was Morgan who ordered the destruction of Britain.

His eyes were filled with heartache.