He saw Mordred and asked with some surprise.
Although he hadn't stayed long in the Camelot of another timeline, he still recognized the Knights of the Round Table very clearly.
Especially Mordred, Arthur's nephew, whose skills among the Round Table Knights were exceptionally high he was quite familiar with her.
Huh?
Wait.
Arthur's nephew?
Who was her mother again?
Morgan!
How did this happen?!
Galahad's expression froze instantly.
Didn't Her Majesty Morgan just give birth to Agravain not long ago?
How is Mordred already this big?
What the hell is going on here?!
"Are you from the future too?"
Galahad looked at Mordred and asked curiously.
Seeing his reaction, Mordred now confirmed that this Galahad was indeed not a Servant.
Rather, it was Galahad before he obtained the Holy Grail.
No, it must be even earlier before Galahad and Lancelot reconciled as father and son.
"Well, from a certain perspective, yes," Mordred answered seriously.
"Perfect. I'll take you to see Her Majesty Morgan now. You can join me in serving her."
As he spoke, Galahad reached out and grabbed Mordred's arm.
"Huh?! What are you doing?!"
Mordred stiffened at Galahad's action.
"I never said I was going to serve Morgan!"
She flusteredly protested.
Galahad tilted his head, puzzled as he looked at the armored Mordred.
Not serve her?
Why?
If it were anyone else, it'd be understandable.
But you're Morgan's own child!
Shouldn't you be helping your own mother?
He didn't have much doubt about Mordred, mainly because he didn't know about her future rebellion. Thus, Galahad still trusted her deeply.
Under Galahad's gaze, Mordred didn't know how to respond.
If it were anyone else, she wouldn't feel guilty no matter how harshly she treated them.
But she knew full well that little Galahad was pure and untainted a genuinely honest kid.
Bully an honest kid?
Even Mordred couldn't bring herself to do that.
At that moment, Mash spoke up to Galahad:
"Um, Sir Galahad, we actually have something to discuss with you."
Due to her own circumstances, she felt an inexplicable closeness to Galahad.
Even though she knew this Galahad wasn't the one who had given her his Spirit Origin, her feelings remained unchanged.
"You are…?"
Galahad also felt an inexplicable familiarity with the girl before him as if she were his own younger sister.
"My name is Mash," Mash introduced herself.
"Ah, Miss Mash. Are you and Mordred here to pledge yourselves to Her Majesty Morgan?"
Galahad tilted his head.
Mash: "..."
She hurriedly clarified, "No, we're here for another purpose."
But the moment she said that, Galahad's smile vanished.
At the same time, he drew his weapon, pointing the blade at Mordred and the others.
"So, you've come here with ulterior motives? Do you pose a threat to Camelot?"
Galahad's voice was stern.
Though he was the most innocent among them,
his instincts were also the sharpest.
He could tell these people were planning something.
"Well…"
Faced with Galahad's interrogation, Mash didn't know how to respond.
At that moment, seeing Galahad ready his weapon, Mordred also drew her sword.
"What we're doing is far more meaningful. Even if it's you, I won't back down."
She stepped forward, shielding Mash and Ritsuka.
"It seems I'll have to subdue you first."
"Fine. Let's see what you've got."
With that, the two charged at each other, blades drawn.
Galahad leapt upward, slashing down from above.
Mordred raised her sword horizontally, blocking the strike.
Clang!
Their blades collided.
Mordred was forced back several steps.
"Such strength… As expected of Sir Galahad."
A fierce grin spread across Mordred's face as she swung her sword and charged again.
At the same time, the crimson glow of her Clarent the sword that had slain her father flared to life.
Her slashes carried overwhelming momentum, each strike ferocious and relentless.
Yet Galahad, gripping his sword with both hands, parried and countered with effortless grace.
As the battle raged, Mordred's eyes widened in shock.
His swordsmanship is even sharper than when I last saw him!
With each exchange, the crimson light around Mordred dimmed further, while Galahad's attacks grew more intense.
In just a few clashes, the difference in their skill became apparent.
Mordred had never been the strongest among the Round Table Knights, while Galahad's prowess in another timeline rivaled even Lancelot or Gawain at his triple-strength peak.
Not to mention, this Galahad had also received training from Scáthach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, making him even stronger.
It was clear to everyone Mordred was at a disadvantage.
She was losing.
At this rate, unless I unleash my Noble Phantasm, I stand no chance against Galahad. No… Even if I do, victory isn't guaranteed.
Mordred gritted her teeth.
As for using her Noble Phantasm?
She wasn't stupid.
How many powerhouses are in Camelot's castle right now?
If even Vortigern had been defeated, taking her down wouldn't be an issue.
Better to play it safe.
"Mash!"
Mordred glanced at Mash, who nodded in understanding.
Then, Mash shifted her stance, raising her shield as she rushed forward.
At that moment, Galahad was mid-swing toward Mordred.
Instead of blocking, Mordred dodged, allowing Mash to intercept.
Clang!
Galahad's sword struck the shield.
The impact sent both reeling.
Mash staggered back, then grabbed Ritsuka's hand and bolted.
"Senpai, run!"
When it came to fleeing, Ritsuka was a seasoned expert.
With Mash's help, he sprinted away.
Mordred followed close behind, grumbling in frustration.
"That damn Galahad… Just how much of Morgan and Lot's Kool-Aid has he drunk to be so loyal to her?"
She hadn't expected things to go this way.
She'd thought Galahad might at least be somewhat sympathetic to their cause.
Instead, he'd turned into Morgan's die-hard fanatic.
The pure-hearted Galahad, a loyalist to that mother of mine?
What the hell kind of miracle did Morgan pull off?!
Mordred cursed inwardly.
"Looks like we'll need to rethink our approach," Ritsuka said as they ran.
"Yeah, agreed."
The group nodded, their escape growing smoother by the second.
...
Meanwhile, Galahad stood frozen, watching them flee in bewilderment.
That shield-bearing girl's movements…
They were so much like his own.
As if he were the one meant to stand at the forefront, shielding everyone.
It reminded him of a conversation he'd once had with Morgan how she'd suggested he take up the shield.
If he were to wield one…
It'd be just like that.
"No… Their appearance is no coincidence. I must report this to Her Majesty at once."
Galahad had absolute faith in Morgan. Now that he'd encountered Mordred and her companions, it was only right to inform her.
He ordered his soldiers to continue searching for spies within Camelot's castle while he hurried back to deliver his report.
After navigating the usual formalities, he found Morgan still buried in paperwork.
As for Lot…
Recently, Morgan had been venting her frustrations from being confined to bed during her postpartum recovery by drowning herself in work.
Lot, thoroughly pleased with this development, had taken the opportunity to relax.
Perfect. Early bedtime for me.
After reuniting with his old comrades in Camelot and indulging in some drinks, he'd passed out in bed, thoroughly drunk.
Thus, when Galahad arrived, only Morgan was present.
"You're here late. Is something the matter? Have you confirmed there are no spies left in Camelot?"
Morgan didn't even look up.
"No, it's not that. I encountered some people…"
Galahad hesitated, studying Morgan's expression for any reaction.
But Morgan only seemed confused.
She doesn't know.
Galahad continued, "Your Majesty, I saw the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, and her companions. After a brief skirmish, they retreated. One of them a girl named Mash her shield technique was… noteworthy."
Knight of the Round Table?
Mordred?
At first, Morgan didn't process it.
Then it hit her.
"Wait, who? Mordred?!"
She was stunned.
She knew that name it was the one that husband of hers had given to her child.
But I just gave birth to Agravain! How is Mordred already here?!
"Is she from the future too?" Morgan asked.
"Yes. Like me, she seems to have come from the future," Galahad confirmed.
"Who else was with her?"
Galahad recounted the details of Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka, as well as the strange familiarity he'd felt when seeing Mash wield her shield.
After listening, Morgan nodded.
"Very well. Rest for now. I'll decide our next steps shortly."
"Understood."
Galahad bowed and left.
Morgan, however, wasn't idle.
It was time to consult her personal cheat code.
Lot, I'm coming for you!
She rushed to find Lot.
Unfortunately, by then, Lot was thoroughly drunk, his speech slurred.
Morgan sighed in exasperation.
Ugh. Guess I'll have to pry it out of him myself.
Leaning close, she whispered, "Hey… Who's Mash?"
"Her? She's… kinda like Lancelot's daughter," Lot mumbled.
Morgan's eyebrow twitched.
Oh? So that woman's connected to Lancelot too?!
Wait
She suddenly recalled how Lot had called Lancelot "father-in-law" during their first meeting.
Back then, it was just Galahad a single boy. No big deal.
But now there was a Mash?
This changes everything!
This guy really is a pervert!
Morgan's thoughts darkened, but her voice remained sweet as she pressed further.
"And what are Mash and the others here for?"
Still drunk, Lot mumbled:
"Prob'ly… to fix the Singularity. That Mordred's just a Servant anyway…"
Morgan's eyes gleamed.
Ah. So that's how it is.
Guess I'll have to track them down.
With that, she summoned Galahad again.
"Galahad, let's go fetch Mordred, Mash, and the others!"