In some ways, Lot actually resembled Uther's child more than Artoria or Morgan.
At least when it came to taunting, that is.
For Uther,
All he had to do was open his mouth, and his words would strike precisely at Vortigern's weakest point.
Enraging him to the point of delirium.
Truth be told, if Uther had mocked him like this decades earlier, Vortigern wouldn't have been angered at all.
No descendants? So be it.
He could achieve everything alone.
But now, Lot and Morgan's existence had made it clear to Vortigern:
Sorry,
But not having descendants simply wouldn't do.
Uther could boldly declare even if he couldn't defeat Vortigern, his daughter and son-in-law certainly could.
Vortigern now felt deep regret.
If only he had a daughter,
Could he have snatched Lot away first?
Thus, when Vortigern heard Uther's words, his fury was genuine. He shifted his focus of attack toward Uther.
Charging straight at him.
Seeing Vortigern rushing toward him, Uther quickly shot Lot and the others a meaningful glance.
Alright, I've got his attention.
Now hurry up and run.
At this point, I'm barely clinging to my lingering will there's really not much strength left in me.
Uther thought to himself.
As he struggled to hold on, he dodged and weaved through Vortigern's attacks.
After evading a few strikes, he glanced back and saw that Lot and the others hadn't moved an inch.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
"Hey, why aren't you running!?"
He shouted at Lot.
Faced with this question, Lot remained utterly unperturbed.
"No need to panic, my dear father-in-law. Your daughter is on her way with reinforcements."
He replied casually.
Hearing this, Vortigern looked stunned.
"Impossible! How could they know our location? And how could they get here so quickly!?"
"Well, after you die, I'll explain it all at your graveside."
Watching Vortigern's baffled expression, Lot shrugged nonchalantly.
Truth be told,
Lot himself had no idea how it had happened.
But just as his father-in-law and Vortigern were locked in their deadly struggle, Morgan's figure appeared before them.
What in the world was going on?
Staring at his wife, whom he had only parted with a short while ago, Lot fell deep into thought.
As he pondered, his peripheral vision caught sight of a tall, athletic female knight wielding a sword he knew all too well. She landed right behind Vortigern.
"Hah, take this!"
She shouted loudly.
In the same instant, she unleashed a brilliant slash
Striking Vortigern square in the back.
The force of the blow sent Vortigern, who had been chasing Uther, crashing down from midair.
At that moment, Lot locked eyes with the knight who had just delivered the strike.
As she landed, she even greeted him cheerfully:
"Hey, Dad, how was that?"
Dad!?
Lot's heart pounded wildly as he took in her face.
Meanwhile, Morgan, witnessing this scene, didn't know what expression to make.
She, too, had never imagined
That her daughter would have grown so big already.
But thank heavens for that
Otherwise, her husband would've been in real danger.
Ah, but speaking of which… that old man over there… why does he look so familiar?
To understand how this all came to be,
We'll need to rewind the timeline by a few hours.
Back then, as Vortigern's figure vanished into the distance, Morgan didn't hesitate for even a second before ordering an immediate pursuit.
But during the chase, Tristan and the others encountered a problem.
"Your Majesty Morgan, King Lot and Sir Artoria were taken into the sky by Vortigern. It'll be difficult for us to catch up. What if they change direction mid-flight? What then?"
Tristan addressed Morgan.
Hearing this, Morgan momentarily found herself at a loss.
But just then, she sensed an unusual sound.
[Aaaaaah, it's so high up!]
[Holy crap, good thing I'm not afraid of heights. Otherwise, I'd be scared to death.]
[Ah, what a shame. If only Gala could turn into a kouhai and carry a shield…]
Don't go corrupting that poor, honest kid with weird ideas!
Listening to these thoughts, Morgan was torn between laughter and exasperation.
What was he thinking?
How could he still be fantasizing about such things at a time like this?
Still,
It gave her an idea.
She could use this mental link to track him down.
Just how far did her eavesdropping ability reach?
Well,
At the very least,
She wouldn't lose him anytime soon.
With that in mind, Morgan pointed in the direction of the voice and declared to Tristan and the remaining knights:
"This way. If we follow this path, we'll find King Lot."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Tristan obeyed without question.
He had initially wanted to ask how Morgan knew the exact location,
But just as the words reached his lips, he remembered his own circumstances.
Perhaps Her Majesty possesses some form of prophetic magecraft.
It wouldn't be strange for her to know King Lot's whereabouts.
And so, the group advanced in the direction Morgan had indicated.
However,
Along the way, they encountered another issue.
Vortigern was flying high in the sky he could simply keep going in a straight line.
But the same couldn't be said for the ground.
The terrain below was far too complex.
Even if they didn't have to navigate towns with their winding streets and buildings, the rugged mountains and sprawling plains alone were enough to slow them down.
By the time they caught up,
It would take far too long.
Meanwhile, on Vortigern's end
The moment he landed, he'd undoubtedly hurl Lot and the others aside and engage them in battle.
By then, the trio's condition would be far from optimal.
How could they possibly withstand Vortigern's assault?
Vortigern's strength was nothing short of terrifying.
What will happen to that husband of hers?
The thought made Morgan's face pale instantly.
And she couldn't even show it,
Which only heightened her anxiety.
Just then, a shadowy blur shot past them.
Morgan was still puzzling over it when
The blur suddenly doubled back.
As it stopped before them, Morgan got a clear look
A towering female knight stood before them, holding two knights who looked thoroughly nauseated, grinning foolishly.
Who is this!?
Morgan stared up at the knight, bewildered.
Then, the knight spoke.
"Hey, Mom! Finally caught up to you! You won't believe the trouble these two caused me on the way from Camelot. At first, we rode horses, but it was too slow, so I just grabbed them and ran the rest of the way."
"…Wait. What did you just call me?"
The knight's words left Morgan utterly baffled.
She did have a daughter, yes, but wasn't she just a few months old?
"Mom?" Gawain replied, puzzled. Then, as if realizing something, she smacked her forehead.
"I'm Gawain! Your daughter, Gawain! Something weird happened to me recently just like when I was a month old and now I'm all grown up!"
"Gawain!?"
Morgan's eyes nearly bulged out of her skull.
Beside her, Tristan and the others were equally stunned.
Tristan even reached for his weapon, ready to defend
But Morgan stopped him.
"She is Gawain. My daughter."
As bizarre as it was, Morgan could feel the undeniable bond of blood between them.
A quick magecraft scan confirmed it
This was indeed her daughter.
But,
How in the world did she get so tall!?
And what is going on with her chest!?
Why is it so big!?
Frankly,
Gawain's proportions were… conspicuous.
Unbelievably so.
Morgan had always been confident in her own figure.
Compared to her sister, she was practically overflowing in that department.
She'd even joked with that husband of hers before
The Pendragon bloodline clearly doesn't prioritize this. The fact that I turned out like this is already a miracle among miracles.
And yet,
My daughter,
What the hell happened to you!?
I feel ashamed just looking at you. Your aunt would probably commit seppuku.
Morgan had a million things she wanted to say.
But she knew the situation was urgent.
So instead, she told Gawain:
"We'll talk as we move. Your father's in danger."
"What!? Dad's in danger!?"
Gawain's expression instantly shifted to panic.
"Vortigern took him!"
Morgan hurriedly explained.
"We have to save him now!"
Gawain wasted no time.
In one swift motion, she hoisted Morgan onto her shoulder.
???
Morgan stared blankly.
"I'll carry you. It'll be faster."
Gawain explained.
As they raced forward, she also briefed Morgan on her current condition.
"From 9 AM to noon, and from 3 PM to sunset my strength triples during those three-hour windows!?"
Morgan could hardly believe it.
"Yep! That's how I managed to catch up to you so quickly."
Gawain grinned proudly.
This boost wasn't just about swinging a sword harder.
Under Numeral of the Saint's effect, Gawain's speed also skyrocketed.
Put simply, with a single powerful step, she became a human cannonball.
Blazingly fast.
It was how she'd caught up to Morgan in the first place.
Originally, Kay had assigned her two swift scouts for the mission, but Gawain still found their pace unbearably slow.
So she'd just grabbed them and ran.
And now, with her father in peril, speed was even more critical.
Thus, Gawain charged forward with Morgan on her shoulder, following her mother's directions.
As they raced ahead, Morgan felt like the wind alone might tear her apart.
A mage's body simply wasn't as durable as a knight's.
But she didn't dare tell Gawain to slow down.
She feared that if they arrived even a second too late, something irreversible might happen to Lot.
And so, at the most critical moment
Just as Lot, Uther, and the others were on the brink of disaster
This decidedly not little Gawain arrived on the battlefield with Morgan in tow.
After setting her mother down in a safe spot, she prepared to ambush Vortigern.
And succeeded.
As for why Morgan was waving at Lot from afar instead of joining him directly…
It wasn't that she didn't want to.
Her legs were simply too weak to move.
Not throwing up is the last vestige of my dignity as a queen.
"Uh, so…"
Lot stared at Gawain's face, utterly speechless.
He recognized those features.
My daughter… is already this big!?
He mentally compared their heights.
He stood at a respectable 180 cm, but Gawain was even taller.
How am I supposed to maintain my dignity as a father now?
That was the only thought in his mind.
Meanwhile, Uther finally catching his breath raised an eyebrow upon hearing Gawain call Lot "Dad."
"Hey, since when did you have a secret love child this old!?"
I married my pure, innocent daughter to you! How do you already have a grown daughter!?
And she looks like she's almost an adult!
Just how impatient were you back then, you bastard!?
"Excuse me, I am not a secret love child!"
Gawain glared at Uther indignantly.
I'm their legitimate daughter!
Seeing his father-in-law's accusatory stare, Lot hastily clarified:
"Ahem, this is mine and Morgan's child. She just… grew up a little faster than expected."
Then, turning to Gawain, he added:
"Gawain, this is your grandfather."
"'A little faster'!?"
Uther bellowed.
"This is my grandfather!?"
Gawain exclaimed.
At that moment, a timid voice piped up.
"Um… we still have an enemy to deal with?"
Galahad pointed weakly at Vortigern, who was very much still alive.
"Oh. Right."
Gawain nodded.
Then, raising her Galatine high, she aimed it at Vortigern.
After enduring so many attacks, Vortigern was already on his last legs.
And as luck would have it, Gawain was currently at her peak.
"There's still a quarter-hour until sunset. Right now, my power is at its strongest. Vortigern are you ready to face the radiance of my Galatine?"
With that declaration,
She stepped forward and unleashed her Noble Phantasm.
"This sword is the incarnation of the sun. A blazing flame that purges all impurity."
"Excalibur Galatine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"