Typemoon: Starting Out as the Lion King's Personal Knight

After witnessing Lancelot's actions with her own eyes, Mash could no longer suppress the anger surging within her.

Her crystal-clear voice, burning with fiery rage, interrupted the tense atmosphere between Alaric and Lancelot,

"Do you still call yourself one of King Arthur's knights?!"

Fueled by her fury, Mash brushed past Alaric, wielding her massive snowflake-patterned shield, and charged straight at Lancelot!

Seeing this, Alaric shrugged nonchalantly and stepped back to stand beside Bedivere.

"You know the name of the Heroic Spirit within Mash, don't you?" he asked.

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Everyone, already stunned by Mash's sudden outburst, was further taken aback by this revelation. Da Vinci and Roman stared intently at Alaric's back. The true name of the Heroic Spirit fused with Mash had always been a closely guarded secret within Chaldea, preventing her from fully utilizing her Noble Phantasm and the Heroic Spirit's powers.

"Wait, Sir Alaric and Sir Bedivere… you both know the true name of the Heroic Spirit inside Mash?"

Having failed to stop Mash, Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled and asked instinctively. After all, the mystery surrounding the identity of Mash's Heroic Spirit had troubled them for a long time without any resolution. Fujimaru never expected that, in this singularity, the truth would be so close to being unveiled.

Bedivere nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on Mash's gallant figure as she wielded her massive shield. His voice was heavy, tinged with nostalgia.

"That shield... it is the symbol of the Round Table, the embodiment of the King's thoughts."

"Among the Knights of the Round Table, the knight who bore that shield was the purest of us all—the knight who obtained the Holy Grail but returned it to the heavens."

"A Knight of the Round Table, Galahad."

As Alaric revealed the true name of the Heroic Spirit, Mash and Lancelot began their battle.

"I am burning with anger right now! Even though he is no longer within me, I am sure he feels the same way! Sir Lancelot, please stop this at once!!"

Mash unleashed unprecedented strength, an overwhelming force that even Lancelot could not withstand it!

Boom!!

The sharp clash of metal echoed relentlessly as the Round Table shield collided with the Holy Sword, generating shockwaves that caused the ground beneath them to crack and splinter!

"Stop… stop? Are you lecturing me? And your strength—this shield—"

Though shocked by Mash's stunning rebuke, what truly left Lancelot at a loss was the power Mash displayed and the armament she wielded.

That shield—

But before Lancelot could finish his thought, Mash gave her resolute answer.

The sorrow caused by Gawain, the grief born from the Lion King's actions, and the anguish from Alaric's struggles—all of it transformed into blazing fury the moment she faced Lancelot.

"No! I'm just angry! Is this how you act as the most beloved knight of King Arthur?!"

Boom!

The shield roared, and with a single strike, Mash sent the stunned Lancelot flying!

With a stomp of her foot, she launched herself like a cannonball, chasing after Lancelot.

"If you doubt the King, you should seek to correct them!

If the King makes mistakes, then you should stand against them!

That is what chivalry should be! That is the duty only you can bear!"

The battle continued, but Lancelot had already lost his will to fight. Even as Mash pummeled him one-sidedly, he could only look flustered and try to stop her.

"Wait, wait, hold on a second!!

This tone of voice, the way your hair covers one eye...

You… you can't be—"

"I no longer wish to speak with you, Sir Lancelot!

I hereby challenge you to a duel!"

Mash's unwavering declaration left even Fujimaru Ritsuka surprised. The Mash standing before her was completely different from the gentle girl she knew.

"Mash?"

Almost instinctively, Fujimaru reached out, trying to stop her. But Mash would not pause here. She raised her voice and shouted,

"Don't worry, Master! I will not lose to this man!

This shield, this armor, and the depths of my heart are all crying out!

Because, because—"

As Mash's emotions reached their peak, a terrifying wave of magical energy erupted from within her. When the blinding light dissipated, Mash's armor had undergone a dramatic transformation.

Bedivere's expression froze as he murmured to himself,

"Mash… that form… without a doubt, it is—"

Under Lancelot's shocked and nostalgic gaze, Mash drew the sword at her waist.

"I am Mash Kyrielight! The Heroic Spirit within me is none other than Galahad, Knight of the Round Table!

With this Saint Graph, I will purge the Round Table of its impurities!"

Before her words had even finished, Mash, moving like a bolt of lightning, brought her shield crashing down on Lancelot.

Boom!

The earth cracked and shattered beneath Lancelot as the deafening roar of their clash filled the air. Shards of rock flew in all directions.

Knocked to the ground by the blow, Lancelot looked up in disbelief.

"This crushing impact… it's unmistakable—"

"Have you come to your senses, Sir Lancelot?!

If not, next time I'll bring down an entire castle on your head!"

Mash, puffing up her cheeks in anger, glared at Lancelot. Her astonishing declaration left even Alaric and the others astounded.

Bedivere, seemingly frightened, muttered under his breath,

"Is that necessary?"

Meanwhile, Alaric, clearly amused, cheered Mash on.

"Mash! Hit him with the back of the shield this time!"

"No—you're right, I fought against the Knights of the Round Table and lost. I can no longer call myself the King's knight.

Even if my foolishness cannot be forgiven, I've lost the right to fight alongside you."

Lancelot, staring at Mash's pouty face, spoke as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. The pressure he had carried for months under the Lion King's rule seemed to vanish before her.

"Exactly, Dad!"

Squatting down in front of Lancelot, Mash puffed out her cheeks even more but then broke into a radiant smile.

But what truly left Lancelot flustered was that single word—"Dad."

Clang!

The Holy Sword slipped from his grasp as his breathing grew shallow. Stammering, he said,

"That… that word… it's too much for my heart to handle."

"Hehe, well, well—"

In this warm, familial scene, Alaric made an untimely entrance with a teasing tone.

Hearing Alaric's playful remark, Mash's face turned red. She quickly stood up, realizing what she had just done. Quietly putting away her shield, she said sheepishly,

"Please don't tease me, Sir Alaric."

In response, Alaric's grin widened as he pulled the fallen Lancelot to his feet, patting the dust off his armor with a hint of regret.

"Sir Lancelot, what a pity! I was hoping to spar with you, but it looks like your daughter took priority."