Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

Meanwhile.

At Fuyuki Grand Hotel.

Mash felt slightly nervous.

Next, she would face the Lion King—

No, now she had reverted to being King Arthur.

After Alaya released the exposé video "The Sacred Round Table Realm," her identity as the inheritor of Galahad was also completely revealed.

This indirectly made her a Knight of the Round Table, meaning she had to meet the other party no matter what.

"Senpai, I really am so grateful to you."

Mash sat on the bed, gently swinging her legs. Just thinking about her senpai filled her heart with warmth.

Back when she faced the Lion King, she had been terrified, but she believed even more in the miracle her senpai had brought.

She had died once before.

On the very day her senpai joined Chaldea, a sudden, inexplicable explosion occurred, burying her completely beneath a massive slab of concrete.

She had been mere minutes away from death.

Yet, her senpai, disregarding the risk of further collapse, ran over, smiling, and grabbed her hand, pulling her back from the brink of death.

It was this very act of salvation that awakened Sir Galahad within her.

One could say that even Galahad, hailed as the most perfect knight, seemed to have sensed her senpai's justice and kindness, willingly passing on his legacy to her.

After watching the exposé videos one after another, Mash fully realized that her senpai was countless times greater than she had ever imagined.

A true hero who walked through human history, protecting the entire world!

With the courage her senpai had given her, she no longer needed to fear anything.

Even facing the Lion King, she could fight with all her might!

In the neighboring room, two heroic spirits were currently engaged in a tense discussion.

"My daughter has always hated me. Earlier, when Chaldea called, she didn't even want to talk to me."

Lancelot took a deep breath, his entire body trembling with excitement. "Astolfo, is this really going to work?"

"Of course! Please believe in the bond between you and your daughter. After all, you are a wise and gentle father!"

The pink-haired knight flashed an innocent, adorable smile. "You have a perfect physique, your attire is bold and avant-garde—there's no doubt you're the most outstanding dangerous beast!"

"Alright! Once I've earned my daughter's forgiveness, I'll treat you to a grand feast!"

Lancelot rubbed his hands together eagerly.

Everything was ready—it was time to give his daughter a surprise!

Knock knock~

The sound of knocking echoed.

"Coming, coming!"

Mash quickly took a deep breath, determined to face any challenge with the most heroic and composed demeanor.

With the courage her senpai had given her, there was nothing left to fear!

Click~

She walked over and opened the door, asking curiously, "Sir Astolfo, what brings you here?"

This time, Mash had come to meet King Arthur.

Given the historical enmity between France and Britain, was this an attempt to poach her?

"It's like this, Miss Mash. Your father wants to give you a Lunar New Year surprise to ask for your forgiveness," Astolfo replied earnestly.

"What kind of surprise?"

Mash frowned slightly.

That man had been pestering Chaldea with calls ever since the exposé videos were released.

Even though she had inherited Galahad's Saint Graph, making her effectively his daughter, she had no intention of forgiving him.

A man who secretly met with the queen, stole her away, and caused the entire Round Table to collapse.

Hmph, if not for that, Sir Galahad wouldn't have existed either.

Well, she might as well meet him briefly—just to spare him a little face.

"Please take a look."

Astolfo clapped his hands.

A figure jumped out from outside, saying eagerly, "Mash, it's Daddy~"

There he was, dressed in a purple catgirl outfit that did nothing to hide the bulging muscles on his burly frame.

His hands were clad in oversized cat paws, cat ears perched on his head, and a fluffy tail swayed behind him.

The moment Mash laid eyes on him, she froze in place, her brain trembling violently: "Aahhh, stay away from me!"

A hulking, muscular man wearing such a cosplay outfit was nothing short of deranged.

The thick leg hair on his thighs was brazenly on full display.

His cheeks were painted with blush, making the sight unbearably painful to behold.

But the thing Mash found most unacceptable was—

This outfit, named [Dangerous Beast], was the very same catgirl costume she had prepared to wear for her Senpai!

Yes, Fou had once told her that Senpai really liked catgirls.

So Mash had planned to put on the outfit he most wanted to see as a celebration after the battle.

It was already unbearably embarrassing—a private outfit she would never dare let anyone else see.

And now, this so-called father of hers had gone and worn it himself!

This was nothing short of public execution!

Lancelot lay on the ground, striking a seductive pose: "Mash, Daddy's here to beg for your forgiveness, nyaa~"

He was putting in his all to win his daughter's forgiveness.

"Aahhh, my eyes! My eyes!" Mash staggered backwards.

She had thought that with the warmth of Senpai's hand in hers, she wouldn't even fear the Lion King.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt afraid.

What kind of monstrosity was this?!

Just a few seconds of exposure, yet it was a trauma she would never escape for the rest of her life!

"Eh? Astolfo, didn't you say Mash would definitely like this?"

Lancelot watched as his daughter recoiled in disgust, looking at him as if he were a venomous scorpion, feeling as though his heart had been stabbed.

He had known his disobedient son had turned into a soft, adorable daughter, and he had prepared this surprise just for her.

So why had things turned out like this?

Just then.

Footsteps echoed from outside the door—it was the Britons arriving.

Artoria stared at him blankly: "What is the meaning of this?"

The First Knight of the Round Table, reduced to... this?

"What manner of fiend are you?" Gawain wasted no time in drawing Excalibur Galatine and pointing it at him.

This was terrifying.

One glance was enough to make him want to cut this freak down on the spot.

Mordred burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Lancelot, you're actually dressed like this?!"

She was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

She had only come along with her father to meet the new Round Table Knight, never expecting to witness this spectacle.

"..."

Mash remained silent.

She had originally planned to maintain her composure in front of King Arthur and politely decline the invitation.

But now, this so-called father of hers had pulled this stunt—completely humiliating her in front of everyone!

Lancelot scrambled up from the floor, his face flushing slightly under the scrutiny of the crowd.

No, stay calm—he could still turn this around!

Astolfo had told him that his daughter adored Fujimaru, always sweetly calling him "Senpai."

And after the events of Camelot Singularity, King Arthur had no right to pursue Fujimaru anymore.

Even Fujimaru himself had bid her farewell with the word "goodbye."

If he could just get King Arthur to arrange Mash's marriage to Fujimaru, his daughter would surely call him "Daddy" in that soft, sweet voice.

Not to mention, he could even use this chance to return to the Round Table and wash away the shame of the past!

Lancelot stepped forward and said solemnly, "Your Majesty, my daughter Mash can join the Knights of the Round Table, but there's one condition."

"Oh? What condition?"

Artoria slightly furrowed her brows as she looked at him.

Behind him, Mash instantly grew anxious. "No, he and I aren't—"

This embarrassing father, why is he still trying to make decisions for me?

"As long as Your Majesty arranges a marriage between my daughter and Nameless, using a heroic spirit wedding to completely dispel the scandal brought by the previous video!" Lancelot answered earnestly.

"..."

Mash's words trailed off as she stared at him in shock.

Why did this ridiculous, eye-searingly dressed man suddenly seem so tall and imposing?

Hum~

The Holy Lance, brimming with infinite pressure, abruptly materialized, casting a suffocating weight over everyone in the room.

King Arthur held the Holy Lance and spoke calmly, "Go ahead. I'll allow you to rephrase that."

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