My Chat Group Is Really Strange Chapter 651

Tristan's perpetually half-lidded eyes flew wide open.

He instinctively exchanged an incredulous look with Bedivere beside him—Mordred and Lancelot? The most loyal in the Knights of the Round Table? Could there even be any loyal knights left in the Knights of the Round Table?

Bedivere could not help coughing softly as well. His silver arm shifted unnaturally, clearly shocked by that statement.

"What are those looks supposed to mean?!" Mordred became even more indignant, her voice rising several octaves. "Lancelot and I followed this Father all the way as we saved Human Order! Look at you—you followed that Father who called herself a goddess and planned to destroy the world! So who exactly is the traitor here?"

The more she spoke, the more worked up she became, pointing right at Tristan's nose. "Go on, then. If the two of us aren't the most loyal, who is?"

Tristan was left speechless by that barrage of questions. Embarrassment rarely appeared on his usually melancholy face. He opened his mouth, but in the end could only mutter softly:

"Well... that truly cannot be refuted..."

An awkward silence fell over the group, broken only by Mordred's furious breathing.

After a moment, Tristan seemed to remember something and added in an even quieter voice:

"Actually... among the Knights of the Round Table summoned this time, Mordred and Lancelot were included as well..."

"What?!"

Even Lancelot, who had remained silent until now, was shocked. "Mordred and I were summoned too? Then why are we on Chaldea's side?"

Lancelot had never expected that he and Xiao Mo could be on the other side too.

Or was the one over there some unknown clone of his?

Tristan hesitated for a while before saying awkwardly, "I'm not entirely sure. At the very least, you seem much more normal than