This was indeed a grand contest.
But it wasn't about who was stronger... it was about who could appear the weakest.
Under the premise that "nobody wanted to be paired with Morgan." These Knights of the Round Table, brave enough to wrestle magical beasts barehanded, staged a rather pitiful performance in the hall.
The Sun Knight's holy sword slipped from his grasp, the ferocious wolf-like maiden grew timid. The taciturn Gaheris and the steadfast Agravain exchanged a glance... then each struck the other, promptly collapsing in a faint. Only Mordred, unable to find an opponent, was left bellowing exaggeratedly... she was ready to raise her weapon and rebel against her dignified father once more.
What about Lancelot, another heroic spirit, you ask?
No, no. In this situation, no one would notice him.
"Enough!"
Finally, as this "glorious" knightly duel veered toward farce, Morgan, seated beside Artoria, could no longer hold back and shouted.
"Mordred... "
It was the first time she had called Mordred's name.
For some reason, it rolled off her tongue so naturally. The pace, tone, and inflection were effortless, carrying the commanding growl of a lioness.
"Mother... "
Like a cub suddenly seized by the scruff of its neck by a lioness.
Mordred, who had been posturing and ready to "cause a scene." froze with a shudder.
It was a remarkable sight... the rebellious knight, obedient for once?
But on second thought, it made sense: Mordred's rebellion was aimed at her "dignified father." yet she never dared defy Morgan's orders.
"Get over here, Mordred!"
"Right away, Mother, I'm rolling over!"
No hesitation whatsoever... delaying even a second would be disrespecting her own life.
To better suit Morgan's wishes, she literally rolled across the floor to her.
... Yet no one mocked her.
In that moment, even Gawain, who despised her most, looked at his youngest sister with pity... though he never considered her his sister, just as Mordred never saw that "big gorilla" As her brother.
"Very well, the remaining knights, pair up as you wish... you have one hour to form teams freely. Report your final pairings to me after breakfast."
…
An uneasy breakfast.
Aside from Mash, who was already designated, and Mordred, bound by her mother's "forced affection." The remaining Knights of the Round Table began whispering, seeking their ideal "teammates."
... But in truth, the final pairings were already more or less decided from the start.
It's a well-known fact that the Knights of the Round Table, despite their claim of "equality for all." were divided into factions... something Artoria never bothered to conceal.
Though they united for the same noble cause, forming the Knights of the Round Table, it would be unnatural if there were no factions, wouldn't it?
"To save Britannia"... these knights gathered for this lofty goal, but each had a different definition of "saving" And a different approach to "saving Britannia":
"Sir Bedivere, would you team up with me?"
"Of course, Sir Gawain."
The first to pair up were Gawain and Bedivere.
... Staunch loyalists of the "royal faction." The kind who would support the king's every decision.
"Sir Tristan?"
"Oh, Sir Lancelot, I sense we share the same fate… a destiny withered by our devotion to a lady. How tragic."
The two knights, bound by similar fates and "tastes." reached an agreement almost instantly.
This left Kay somewhat disgruntled.
... Weren't they all swearing lifelong brotherhood in the tavern last night? How did they abandon him in the blink of an eye?
"Um… Sir Kay…"
"You, a little girl, think you can handle it?"
"Absolutely, Sir Kay!"
Facing Kay's skeptical gaze, Gareth snapped to attention…
Familiar... this feeling was all too familiar, like stepping back in time!
... Back when she wasn't yet a Knight of the Round Table, she worked under Kay, specifically tasked with "stoking the kitchen fires."
It was how she earned the title "Beaumains."
…
Breakfast ended.
The final two pairs of Knights of the Round Table successfully formed their teams.
Lamorak and Agravain were a classic duo, one overseeing the kingdom's prisons, the other enforcing its laws... a pair universally "beloved" for their roles.
As for Bors and Gaheris… well, as the Round Table's resident wallflowers, both shared a "go with the flow" And "fine with anyone" demeanor, naturally gravitating together.
"Excellent, it seems everyone has found their ideal teammate."
"No more wasting words. Here are the rules for the first phase... in the next month, you must work together, helping each other to complete the tasks assigned to you."
"A truly exceptional knight's ability lies not only in martial prowess but also in their capacity for work."
"Guinevere will score your performance... the team with the highest score will win this phase."
"Conversely, the team with the lowest score will face a penalty."
"Now, begin. Camelot doesn't keep idlers."
The king spoke briskly, then turned and left the room.
Left behind were the stunned knights, exchanging glances... and Mash Kyrielight, her eyes wide with a spark of anticipation.
"Um…"
As everyone rose to start the day's work, Mash tugged at Alaric's sleeve, whispering:
"Can I join in the work too?"
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