After all, in those stories, Arthur's best friend, Lancelot, a supposed "honor bound knight", committed quite a few acts of adultery with Guinevere. Still, the knights of the Grand Templar Sect didn't know of this and took their honor very seriously.
Percival's face turned a bright shade of red. Half in embarrassment at the odd looks he was receiving, and another half in anger at the emotionless young man before him.
In his mind, Dyon was mocking him. He didn't believe that this was a legitimate question… It was too odd. It must have been that Dyon wanted his sect to know how much of a lowly scumbag he was.
"You…" Percival wanted to say more, but the cloud of killing intent emanating from his uncle seemed to only be getting thicker.
Giralda's complicated expression grew deeper. Although she had a thought of exposing Percival earlier, she hadn't for various reasons.
