Lancelot had his own thoughts.
Anno noticed it.
He could tell that his son was indeed stronger than he had been in life. And as a knight under the Lion King, he must have received one of those so-called [Blessings]. Yet he clearly was not using it now, relying solely on his own strength to contend against Anno.
Even though he was still being beaten into a miserable state, Anno could keenly sense that the brat had improved.
And he seemed to be trying to convey some kind of message.
Despite having the advantage in weaponry, he repeatedly tried to get closer to Anno—closer still. Anno had sensed something off even then.
Though he did not yet know what Lancelot was trying to tell him, there was one fact Anno understood for the moment.
Lancelot harbored divided loyalties toward the Lion King.
He gritted his teeth, and the sight of Lancelot standing opposite him made his anger rise.
You little bastard, you chose the Lion King's side, and now you want to defect?
Though Anno knew that Lancelot had likely developed such thoughts because he could no longer endure the Lion King's string of tyrannical acts, he was still displeased with Lancelot's choice.
Especially after the little brat had just pompously declared, "This time, I chose loyalty."
No. The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Loyalty, my ass.
Yet even in this situation, Lancelot had not chosen to lay everything out in the open. Was it because of those wyvern knights?
Whoosh--
Suddenly, a sense of danger struck him, making Anno's scalp prickle.
Chalk flew from its sheath in an instant, slashing toward his side.
Clang--
The sense of danger vanished, but Anno's eyes turned grave.
There was nothing on the ground. What he had just cut