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"Father, you won't be in danger because of this, will you?!"

"how can that be possible?"

Ian looked at Gareth tenderly.

"As your father, I will not fall so easily."

"Hehehe, hearing you say that makes me not worried anymore."

"Father."

Gao Wen walked over.

"The Knight King hopes you can come over."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Gareth, do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Ok!"

After Ian walked away, Gawain quietly asked Gareth a question.

"Gareth, what did you and Father just talk about?"

“It’s nothing,” Gareth said, watching Ian’s departing figure. “I just asked him why his mother wanted us to keep an eye on him and King Arthur!”

"you!"

Gao Wen is about to be driven crazy by his younger sister.

How could you say that! Are you an idiot?

"What, why are you acting like an idiot again?!" Gareth puffed out his cheeks. "If you have a question, it's always better to ask the person directly!"

"..."

"Sigh." Gawain sighed. "What did Father say?"

“He said it was just his mother showing concern for him,” Gareth replied truthfully.

"is it?"

After hearing this, Gao Wen's expression was somewhat indescribable.

You are unaware of the communication between Gawain and Gareth.

You have come to Artoria's side.

Percival is still there.

[He seemed a little embarrassed when you arrived because of what happened earlier.]

However, you quickly made him realize with your enthusiastic attitude that you didn't care about this matter.

The atmosphere between you has become more harmonious.

"Although it is somewhat offensive."

Percival looked at Ian and Artoria with utmost sincerity.

“But King Arthur, and Ian, there is indeed a similar aura between you that I find very similar.”

"Excuse me, how did you do that?"

Percival spoke very sincerely and very politely—that's how you should ask a question.

But Ian had no way to answer.

He knew the answer must be the dragon's lair magic he had obtained from Artoria.

However, the way in which it was obtained is something that can never be revealed.

Fortunately.

Artoria seemed to have anticipated that someone would notice this.

She quickly answered Percival's question.

"Sir Ian is my most capable knight, so naturally he will be in frequent contact with me."

"It's not hard to understand why people can unknowingly pick up my scent."

"I see."

Percival nodded thoughtfully.

It's clear that he genuinely believed this claim.

Ian quickly changed the subject, looking at Percival in front of him and saying:

"anyway--"

“Your attire doesn’t look like that of a Camelot knight.”

"Yes."

Perhaps having already explained everything to Artoria, Percival made no attempt to conceal his background.

“I am not a knight of Camelot, but come from a far more distant place.”

"And my desire to serve King Arthur is not merely because of the king's renowned fame."

Percival stared directly at the two men before him, his eyes filled with a kind of faith.

"I hope to find the legendary Holy Lance with the help of the King."

"For this, I am willing to offer up my territory."

[You noticed Percival's words.]

With Artoria's tacit approval, you begin to speak with him.

He was completely open about his background.

From his account, you learn that he is the son of King Perinore.

From the moment of his birth, he felt the destiny he carried—to retrieve the Spear of Longinus.

He proposed this idea to his father, but was rejected.

"My child, this holy lance exists only in legends."

King Perinore rejected his son's request with this statement.

But Percival always felt the call of destiny—to retrieve the Holy Lance and return it to its destined one in its destined place.

Since I can't get my father's support, I'll accomplish all of this in my own way.

After hearing these accounts, you realize that he truly believes them.

"That's about it."

After explaining everything, Percival looked at the two people in front of him.

"Gentlemen, this is all I am willing to give, and all I desire in return."

"..."

Percival spoke so sincerely that it was impossible to suspect he had ulterior motives.

However, after noticing Ian's reaction, Artoria answered Percival directly.

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"but--"

"I think I need to weigh the pros and cons a little. Until then, please wait patiently for a while."

It's not a rejection.

It is by no means a promise.

Percival nodded, sensing that there was still a glimmer of hope.

"I understand."

The discussion did not end there.

Seeing Artoria stand up, you know she wants to talk to you somewhere else.

You followed her into the military tent.

It remained as quiet as ever.

Ian and Artoria gazed at each other, their eyes filled with nothing but each other's image.

The girl tiptoed and gently kissed the man on the cheek, thus beginning their conversation.

"Mr. Ian, what do you think we should do?"

"Artoria, are you asking for my opinion?"

“Yes.” The girl nodded. “Mr. Ian, your opinion is very important to me.”

"That--"

Ian took Artoria's hand.

"I think it's worth agreeing to."

"After all, it's much better to be able to take over the land directly like this than to wage war."

"Although I do not doubt your abilities."

Ian looked at Artoria in front of him.

"But if there's any way to reduce your chances of getting injured, I think it's worth trying."

Hearing this, Artoria blushed slightly.

"Mr. Ian, are you concerned about me?"

"Ah."

"That--"

Artoria buried her head in Ian's chest.