Chapter 548 – Knight of the Holy Grail.
“So, what is your name?”
As time passed, the girl stopped crying and calmed down. Lancelot asked her name. Because even though we were talking until now, she couldn’t ask for his name.
Then the girl fluttered, her eyelids fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, and she avoided her gaze. For a moment, I was puzzled by her frail gesture that seemed to avoid her answer.
“I don’t remember anything like that.”
She could understand the reason from the girl’s answer.
‘Are you ashamed?’
If the recorded words and her story are true, it would have been an excessively long time.
“How on earth have you been living all this time?”
“My real body will still be sealed.”
It was a strange answer, but it was also an understandable one. If she had truly lived in human flesh, she would never have met him.
“Is only your spirit living in that clone? What if the body dies?”
“After an appropriate amount of time, you will reside in a newly created body.”
“You mean we’ve been subjected to that kind of shit for 2,000 years…”
It would not have been strange if her spirit had been broken beyond submission to Prenapates, but the girl was like an innocent child, befitting her delicate and lovely appearance.
‘Is that why I was able to trust and wait for him until now?’
It was a moment when she was watching the girl with pity.
“Big!!”
“?!”
From that moment, a throbbing pain rose up to my neck. Fortunately, she was barely able to avoid letting out a bitter cry of pain, but she couldn’t help the girl staring at her golden eyes in astonishment.
“… Did you come all the way here with that kind of body?”
“Whew, there’s no point in trying to deceive you.”
Lancelot tried to suppress his bitter feelings and hit his shaking leg with his fist to stop it.
“If you don’t mind, would it be okay if I lean against a tree?”
“Yeah, anyway, that’s just a wedge that ties us to this land.”
“It’s a wedge.”
After hearing the girl’s words, he lifted his head again and looked up at the zelkova tree that seemed to have taken root beyond her sky.
“Does that mean that if you have this tree, you can’t escape this land?”
“That’s right. You can use magic without paying anything, but…”
If you check the girl’s body just in case, you can see that she has a body and skin that is ridiculously weak for learning weapons or martial arts.
“I don’t have any bad taste.”
That meant that if she wanted to protect herself, she had to keep her shackles.
“Turn it off, clack!”
But the thought was short-lived. He eventually had to spit out the fishy blood boiling down his throat again. The girl stared at Lancelot and opened her mouth.
“A body like that won’t last long even if you get treatment now.”
“I guess so.”
He knew that better than anyone else. Because crossing the wilderness alone was more reckless than he thought. Monsters and beasts that attack at any time, day or night.
Without any time to receive proper treatment, I had to endure repeated struggles crossing the harsh wilderness, barely sustaining myself with only first aid.
-Gurgling
“Okay, now it’s time to let you go too.”
Another gaze watching him was Hildis Vinny, whose hard, shiny scales and stylish feathers were broken as if eaten by a rat, and who were just as covered in scars as Lancelot.
-Fuuuuung!
As if he sensed the end of his life, the boy watched him silently, let out a loud cry that was used to signal danger, then turned his back and watched him hide in a forest filled with trees.
“Woo, boo!”
“Oh, my. I guess I broke it.”
When Lancelot tried to comfort Galliot, who woke up to the sound and was writhing his arms and legs in tears.
“What about that child?”
Before she knew it, she realized that the girl had come to his side, and she was looking into his arms, where Galliot was.
“He’s my son…?”
Lancelot responded to her words and realized her discomfort. Galliott’s whining voice could not be heard. When he looked at the child with doubts in mind, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Abwu?”
“This child…”
As the girl looked at him with her eyes filled with curiosity, Galliot stopped whining and looked at her with wide eyes.
“Flatter!”
“What?!”
The girl looked perplexed as the baby reached out and grabbed her hand, as if fascinated by her bright red hair, as thin as a silk thread.
“Galliot, you must not grab other people’s hair carelessly.”
Lancelot took Galliot with him and tried to retreat from the girl.
“Ugh! Baa!”
“Oh?”
Galliot seemed to like her hair so much that she held the girl’s bright red hair even more tightly and didn’t think about letting go.
Although she is just under two years old, her grip is quite strong and if she is carelessly released, she might even tear out the girl’s hair.
“Hey, if you don’t mind, is it okay if I hug the child?”
Lancelot thought for a moment, but her decision was quick.
“Now, just lift her while supporting her head and waist.”
“Yes.”
Since she was such a delicate girl, she held Galliot in her arms, teaching him how to hold her, in case he fell due to her strength.
“Amuu?”
Galliott, who was held in the girl’s arms, tilted her head as if there was something strange about her, held her hair that tickled his nose, and smiled happily.
“Don’t you hate me?”
“Moah!”
As the girl tilted this way and that, as if the sight of such a baby was amazing or strange, Galliott just giggled as if she was tickled by her hair brushing against her own face.
‘I don’t hate it.’
Only Lancelot felt a little fortunate as he watched the girl holding the baby in her arms. Perhaps the people who showed us the way to this place knew this and sent us there.
The moment I felt so relieved.
“Can I possibly find out this child’s name?”
A girl asks him the baby’s name with a hardened expression as if something suddenly occurred to her.
“It’s called Galliot.”
When she answered obediently, Lancelot felt that this was not unusual as her face became even more rigid.
“… No.”
“You say you can’t?”
What?
“That name is not enough for this child right now. This child is a ‘beloved one.'”
“She is the ‘beloved one’?”
To whom? It won’t be him or Elain. Because it was a natural thing for her parents.
“Prenapates.”
“… To the beast?”
“Yes.”
When Lancelot looked at the girl, her golden light trembled uneasily, and he realized that she was watching Galliot.
“But that’s the name my wife and I gave our child…”
Nevertheless, what is incomprehensible is that the name was a name filled with memories that Lancelot and Elain decided upon after much deliberation.
“But you can’t. If you do that, this kid will definitely find something he shouldn’t find.”
Still, the girl couldn’t shake off her hesitation, but she insisted as if she had nowhere to turn, so Lancelot asked.
“What on earth is that thing?”
“… It’s an object called the Holy Grail. It didn’t originally exist under that name.”
“If it’s the Holy Grail, then it’s definitely in the holy place?”
Holy Grail, how many people in this world do not know its name? Although they are not as powerful as wizards, they range from paladins who wield mysterious powers to demon lord Vargazette. Because there was no one who did not know that they received such power through the power of the Holy Grail.
“It’s different. It’s just a workaround to gain authority.”
But the girl shook her head excitedly, saying that was not the case.
“What this child finds is the golden cup from which He drank before He was crucified.”
“… That’s just for a moment.”
It was a cup that if she drank from it, she would surely die. Even if he is the Creator’s son. A cup that should never be called the Holy Grail, but was prepared solely for Him.
“Galliot ended up finding something like that…?”
“That’s right. Those cups called the Holy Grail that exist in the Holy Land are traps left by Prenapates.”
Most people who drink the Holy Grail, a magic tool from the Holy Land, die, but some survive and can use magical powers.
“What do you think people who know this will do if they find out the existence of the golden cup?”
“… I’ll drink it.”
“So, the name Galliot is not allowed. If those who know the prophecy hear about it, they will definitely use this child.”
“Then what should I do?”
Lancelot’s head ached over an unexpected problem. He just wanted to let this child grow up in a safe place.
“… Let him change his name. He shouldn’t even know the name himself, at least not until this kid can defend himself.”
“Does it really have to be that way?”
“Definitely.”
The golden color of the girl he met was full of confidence, so Lancelot finally thought about her new name and suddenly saw Galliot playing with her hair and opened her mouth.
“Then I want you to build it.”
“… Me?”
The girl looked at him in surprise and then lowered her head to look at Galliot.
“Karruk!”
The girl, who was staring at Galliot, who smiled as if she was happy just by meeting his gaze, raised her head as if she had made up her mind.
“I’m going to say Usher, Usher.”
“What does it mean?”
“Yes, this child is definitely not that abominable. He might come back to his name.”
“His name… Is it.”
Lancelot eventually agreed with the girl’s opinion.
