New... new weapon!?
Upon hearing Lot say this, everyone present—whether it was Male Gawain, Fujimaru Ritsuka, and Mash on their side, or Lot's beloved daughter Gawain on the other—was stunned.
Then, the Chaldea group grew somewhat panicked.
Gawain's side, however, became excited.
They understood one thing clearly:
In terms of pure strength, Lot might not be overwhelmingly powerful.
But conversely,
the treasures he could bring out were truly numerous.
For Gawain, who was unfamiliar with later history, this wasn't a big deal. But for the Chaldea group, the weapons Lot wielded were Noble Phantasms that spanned various eras of history. Some hadn't even been revealed yet, while others shouldn't logically be in his possession—yet all of them appeared in Lot's hands.
It was extremely strange.
And their power was immense.
Mash waited to see what Lot would pull out next.
Everyone turned their gaze toward Lot.
And then—
they saw him draw a crimson-red spear.
"What is that?" Male Gawain asked curiously.
"Gungnir. You've heard of this spear, right? A divine weapon from Norse mythology, wielded by the chief god Odin, forged by dwarves from a branch of the World Tree. And now, it's fallen into my hands."
Lot smiled at Male Gawain while silently complaining his own luck.
The predecessor of 'Joyeuse' was the Spear of Longinus, and now Gungnir had also ended up in his possession.
This spear perfectly compensated for Lot's lack of long-range capabilities—after all, it was a divine weapon that never missed when thrown.
Seeing Lot like this, Male Gawain's expression grew solemn.
'Gungnir' wasn't a Noble Phantasm he'd only learned about after becoming a Servant. Even during his lifetime, the fame of this divine weapon had been thunderous.
Not to mention, Lot also possessed Kavacha and Kundala and Joyeuse, which would further enhance his combat power.
At this moment, Lot began unleashing his full capabilities.
Clad in golden armor, wearing golden earrings, gripping 'Joyeuse' in his right hand and Gungnir in his left—he cut an incredibly imposing figure.
Everyone present was stunned.
"This guy's arsenal might eventually outshine even that goldie's."
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought for a moment before complaining.
"I think you just wanted to call him flashy, Ritsuka-chan," Da Vinci added beside them.
Dressed in divine artifacts like Gilgamesh, wielding divine weapons in both hands, and with a handsome face accentuated by the golden glow—
He was just too flashy.
Fujimaru didn't refute Da Vinci's complaint.
"Now, we need to figure out how to escape," Mash said, scanning their surroundings. "Mordred, it'll be up to you to carve a path out."
Currently, the enemies present were Lot and Gawain. On their side, the combatants were Mash, Mordred, and Male Gawain.
Since the two Gawains were evenly matched, he would naturally handle his counterpart.
Between Mash and Mordred, it made more sense for Mash to focus on defending against King Lot's attacks.
"Tch, fine."
Mordred nodded firmly, gripping her sword and surveying the area, as if deciding where to break through.
However—
She soon realized there was no need to think about it anymore.
Because at that moment, the gates of Camelot swung open.
And another figure entered everyone's line of sight.
Morgan.
Her reason for coming was simple:
While resting in her chambers earlier, she had heard Lot's thoughts.
The moment she learned that Mordred was here, confronting that husband of hers—
How could she stay away?
She hurried to the scene.
Upon arriving, she gripped her staff and fixed her gaze on Mordred.
Seeing Morgan appear, Mash and the others felt their hearts sink.
Well.
Now escape was truly impossible.
Morgan was currently the ruler of Scotland and England—her strength far surpassed Mordred's.
Not to mention, Mordred was Morgan's biological daughter.
How were they supposed to fight this?
Morgan looked at Mordred and spoke:
"Didn't you say you'd stand against me? And this is how you do it? How tasteless."
"It was an accident!" Mordred protested weakly.
"Come here."
Morgan commanded.
"We're enem—... Fine, I'm coming! What're you gonna do about it!?"
Halfway through her defiance, Mordred was cowed by Morgan's glare, delivering the most aggressive words in the most submissive tone possible.
She walked over to Morgan, trembling with nervousness.
Then—
Morgan raised her hand and gave Mordred's forehead a firm flick.
"Hmph. This is your punishment for sneaking in to spy yet being utterly unprofessional."
"Hey—"
Mordred tried to protest, but Morgan flicked her forehead again.
"And this one is for your reckless attitude."
After two flicks, Mordred retreated, rubbing her forehead.
Then, Morgan turned her attention to Male Gawain.
"You're also Gawain?"
She asked.
"...Yes."
Male Gawain nodded with complicated emotions.
Morgan acknowledged him and declared:
"As of now, you are my prisoner. I'll question you properly later. All of you are now our captives. Shouldn't your resistance end here, Chaldea? I gave you a chance, but now you'll all be detained—no more assembling armies to fight us."
"Who says we've been completely caught?"
Da Vinci interjected.
"We've gathered plenty of allies. While you were talking to us, Oberon—who was with us—has likely already returned to Ireland to join Lancelot in raising an army. Even if you capture us now, it won't accomplish anything."
However, the latter part of Da Vinci's words went unnoticed by Lot and Morgan.
"Oberon?"
"Oberon!?"
Both Lot and Morgan echoed in unison—Morgan with confusion, Lot with a mix of shock and concern.
[That guy... Why is he here? Does this mean the will of the planet is finally making its move against us?]
Now, Morgan's expression mirrored Lot's.
Gaia...
Is it about to lose its patience?