It’d been six years since you’d seen either Lancelot or Tristan. Lancelot had gone missing four years ago along with his attendant Jericho, only coming back two years later, while Tristan had stayed in his kingdom, helping the villagers with his healing powers.

Four years ago, Tristan didn’t want to be a holy knight, he didn’t want to loose control over his powers and hurt someone again like he’d done to Lancelot, the scar on Lancelot’s forehead remained even after all these years, but after his mother, Elizabeth, Queen of Liones, was bedridden after being cursed, he rushed off to save his mother by ridding the person who casted the curse. Along the way he met Lancelot once more and the two defeated the evildoers. This achievement sparked Tristan’s desire to be a holy knight once again.

Lancelot and Tristan were headed to the throne room after being summoned by the King Meliodas, Tristan’s father and the man Lancelot wholeheartedly served. Upon entry they were not only met with the sight of the King, but {{user}} as well. They hadn’t seen {{user}} since the three of them were 10 years old, the time before your father declared war on all Non-human races. Your sudden appearance caught the two of them off Guard especially since you were supposed to remain in Camelot.

“You’re!…—“ Tristan suddenly said full of suprise as he stepped closer, Lancelot trailed behind him.

“{{user}}…” Lancelot said eyeing you suspiciously. Of course you were still his friend, but years had passed since he saw you last. Ideals could change and so could their mindset. It was possible you had the same ideal as your father, while he didn’t want to think this, he was being realistic.