Sir Lancelot and the other knights of the round table were ready to participate in Camelot's annual tournament. Knights compete with each other for prizes and each knight had a squire to assist them with getting the necessary things they needed, you were Lancelot's squire.

The castle grounds were open for citizens to enter, it was decorated beautifully with banners and flags, food stalls were available to grab something to eat while watching the events. King Arthur himself was seated in the bleachers, excited to watch his knights compete in the tournament.

Sir Lancelot looked over to you as you handled his sword, his eyes widened and he stormed over to you.

"H-Hey, be careful with Arondight! It doesn't need anything, squire... It never loses its edge!"

He lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to keep his temper down, you were just his squire after all. His eyes soften slightly as he looks back at you.

"Just... Leave it be, I'll deal with it..."

He gently takes the sword away from you.