"The process of becoming stronger is the process of understanding the whole world and understanding everything you don't understand."
"What is reflected in your eyes during this process? My son."
This is what Anno once said to Lancelot when he was young.
"Ahhhhh——"
boom!!!
The punch that rushed to the chest was caught by Annuo with his arms folded, and he took two steps back to stabilize his body.
There was a feeling of numbness in his arms, but Annuo didn't pay any attention to it.
Lancelot's face bore traces of being beaten, he was breathing heavily, and there was a hint of red in his eyes.
Anno's punch was extremely fast, Lancelot raised his hand to block it, and then the father and son raised their knees at the same time, colliding with each other again.
Gritting his teeth, Lancelot slammed his head forward, but Annuo avoided it again.
He turned around and stretched out his arms, and pulled his arms towards Lancelot's head. However, Lancelot suddenly ducked down and punched Annuo's abdomen with a straight punch.
But Annuo changed his moves very quickly, and his whole body fell backwards. Lancelot's fist was directly knocked out. Annuo's feet suddenly lifted up at this moment, and hit Lancelot directly from bottom to top.
Lot's chin kicked Lancelot into the air.
Lancelot fell heavily to the ground and did not get up again.
In fact, his magic power didn't feel weak at all, but he had never felt as weak as it did now.
He stared blankly at the sky, his nose bleeding without even bothering to wipe it.
Anno couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he looked at Lancelot lying in a "big" shape on the sand dune.
Taking steps, Annuo walked to his son's side and sat down.
Lancelot finally wiped away the blood, but remained silent.
He didn't know what to say.
"The blood on your body should be the blood of the flying dragon and the blood of the knights riding on the back of the flying dragon."
Anno looked at the large blood stains on Lancelot's purple armor and said to Lancelot.
Lancelot didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
"Son, what you need to do is never make a choice."
An Nuo looked at his hands and said.
"You just need to see yourself clearly."
"See your own heart clearly."
Anno stretched out his hand and tapped Lancelot's chest.
The armor was knocked, feeling the vibration, and Lancelot's confused eyes showed a slight look.
"Is it enough to just see yourself clearly...?" he asked with a trembling voice.
"See clearly who you are, child." Anno retracted his hand and looked at the sky with Lancelot, "See clearly where you will be and what role you will become."
"The late king once said something to me before he died. Do you still remember it?"
When Lancelot heard the word "Late King", he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Anno.
"Father is talking about...the late king Uther?"
Annuo nodded: "Yes, do you remember what he said?"
"Remember." Lancelot turned his head and continued to admire the yellow sand, "The late King Uther once said to your father -"
"Among all the knights in Britain, only you, my father, can trust this country with confidence. You are qualified to pull out the sword of king's choice."
"Do you know why I refused?" Anno lowered his head and asked, looking into Lancelot's purple eyes.
"...I don't know." Lancelot was silent for a moment and shook his head.
He had thought about this issue before his death, but had never figured it out, and even now he still doesn't understand it.
At that time, Artoria had not shown the qualifications to be a king. If the current situation in Britain was to be stabilized, Anno himself would undoubtedly be the safest to take that position.
"Britain...what a wonderful land and country." Annuo sighed without answering the question directly.
"Even in the midst of war, I can still appreciate the beauty of it all."
"What the late King Uther entrusted to me was Leah and King Arthur, not this country."
"He trusts me. He has always trusted me since I picked up the sword and became a knight. Therefore, I want to do what he wants to see."
"My child, what do you think - a Britain ruled by me or a Britain ruled by Leah, which one would the late King Uther want to see more?"
"...It is Britain ruled by my king Arthur." Lancelot thought for a moment and answered Anno.
"Leah is a good child and a good king."
"I always believe this. Based on this premise, I will not pull out that sword. It is not my destiny, so I should not be there and become that role."
"Father expected me..."
"It's not that I expected or wanted to see Lancelot." Anno interrupted Lancelot.
"The reason why I say this to you is to tell you that what you need to do now is not what others want to see you do, but what you should do."
"I won't watch your back."
There was a hint of gentleness in Anno's eyes, and he stretched out a hand and gently touched Lancelot's hair.
It's like...a long, long time ago.
"I will only be proud of you, my son."
Feeling his father's hand that spanned an unknown number of years, Lancelot couldn't help but choke up.
Behind his father, there is the gaze of King Uther and the expectations of everyone.
He saw his own heart clearly and chose to remain a knight and lead the future king on his journey.
But now, no one is watching me.
The Lion King is just a lie, my father would be proud of himself——
Look at your own heart clearly, because what you have to do now is not anyone's expectation. What you need to do is only what you want to do.
Yes, the person I serve has never been the so-called Lion King.
It's the King of Knights.
Even if the body is indeed Artoria's, Lancelot already knows the truth about the king.
Loyalty does not mean watching your king fall into the abyss of mistakes and doing nothing, or even helping others do evil.
That is foolish loyalty.
I have never been a disloyal knight. There are some things that I must do even if I lose all face -
"I-I figured it out, father."
"Or...I have figured it out a long time ago." Lancelot sat up with a slightly self-deprecating smile on his face.
"If it weren't for this, your body wouldn't be stained with this blood." Annuo chuckled.
When Lancelot chose to pull out the Indestructible Lake Light, he had actually made the so-called "choice".
The "choice" you make.
However, he was confused and couldn't see his own heart clearly, let alone that he had made this "choice" that he should have made long ago.
but--
"Then now—draw your sword."
Anno stood up, and his shadow fell on Lancelot, making him shed a drop of cold sweat involuntarily.