At Pindo's own request, this time only Fujimaru Ritsuka, who needed to accompany him, set out with Pindo.
"I didn't expect you to stay behind this time too, Mash." Anno looked at Mash, who was seated across from him, and spoke with some surprise.
Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka were inseparable. That was a fact Anno had established through countless summonings.
"Yes. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have continued acting alongside my Master." Mash merely smiled. "But this time is different, Grandfather."
"This is Sir Pindo's battle to prove his resolve. As a fellow Knight of the Round Table, I have no right to interfere."
"Wait, Knights of the Round Table? Grandfather?" Lancelot looked utterly lost as he stared blankly at Anno. "Father, this girl...?"
Though he had found her somewhat familiar at first sight, he had never considered that possibility.
Not until Mash called Anno "Grandfather."
That made him lose his composure a little.
Mash looked at Anno, then at Lancelot's bewildered, shocked, and disbelieving expression, and sighed.
For some reason, she suddenly thought that it would have been nice if her father, like her grandfather, retained the memories of every summoning.
That way, at least she would not have to see that expression every single time.
No, actually, seeing that expression felt rather nice too, didn't it?
Seeing this unfamiliar girl, who called herself a "Knight of the Round Table," suddenly begin to inspect him with great interest, Lancelot instinctively drew his neck back.
Anno sighed in disappointment. "Lancelot... all I can say is that you really are a dense brat."
"The other Knights of the Round Table all quickly recognized Mash, who had been granted Galahad's Spirit Origin, through their own impressions and methods. Yet you, her father, were nothing but shocked and hesitant."
Lancelot's mouth twitched