Lancelot prodded the campfire roasting the fish with a stick. "My father..."
"I was adopted by him when I was six. Back then, my father was... well, he wasn't as gentle as he is now."
"Gentle?" Gawain exclaimed in surprise.
Sir Anno seemed like a stern man who always meant what he said, no matter how you looked at him. And Lancelot was calling him gentle?
Faced with Gawain's astonishment, Lancelot simply shook his head with a smile. "Don't be surprised. My father really is much gentler now than he was back then."
"Back then, my father was still the captain of the original Chalk Knights. He was incredibly strong, and aside from Sir Merlin, hardly anyone in all of Camelot dared speak to him."
"I see..." Gawain scratched his head. "No wonder my mother said Sir Anno left her with psychological scars..."
Lancelot sighed and continued, "My father's personality has improved since then, but even now, he still has that iron-blooded look, never showing any emotion."
He took a bite of his grilled fish. "Sometimes, I worry about my father. Even as his son, I can hardly glimpse what's deep in his heart."
"He's too calm, like some kind of... tool that can't act on impulse. Reason always has the upper hand with him."
"My father likes wine, but... I've never once seen him drunk."
Once he started talking about Anno, Lancelot had a lot to say. But there was no pride in his words about having such a powerful father. More than anything, he sounded like a son who was worried about him.
"I can't tell you what kind of person my father is, Sir Gawain. I can only tell you about his life. You'll have to judge for yourself," he said.
Gawain listened with keen interest. He