Lancelot spent a long time with his palm touching the stone monument as he was filled with a strange emotion—he didn't know if it was due to his bloodline being changed or if it was just how he dealt with trauma and grief.
The feeling of having a mother was something foreign to him, yet when faced with her existence for the first time...
He had only one thought...
I wanted to know you, to spend time with you, to grow up knowing your face and touch...
But all I have is this defaced stone monument that barely shows a defaced sculpture of your face.
Sebastian was a little stubborn, but Lancelot found he was quite amusing—since leaving over the past hour or so he had spent with the old man, he decided to accept reality.
"Okay, then, let's keep things how they were before."
"As you will, Young Lord."
"May I ask... Will you be taking Lady Guinevere or Miss Sumika as your wife?"