The next moment, a hurricane swept through.
This was by no means the slaughter a mindless mad beast could accomplish. The terror of beasts lay in their very nature, while the terror of humans lay in their actions.
Amid spraying blood, Lancelot moved as though no one stood in his way. He no longer relentlessly pursued the soldiers, but instead carved out a bloody path with purpose and strategy. Even as fearless soldiers surged toward him one after another, the Knight of the Lake's charge never slowed. It only grew fiercer, like a dazzling meteor.
"Urgh!" Seleucus, who had tried to catch up to Lancelot, abruptly stopped and had no choice but to catch a soldier sent flying toward him. Watching Lancelot's retreating figure without so much as a backward glance, he could not help but smile bitterly.
"So the soldiers have instead become your finest tools for counterattack. As expected of the legendary greatest knight..."
In just a few minutes, Lancelot had fought his way out of the encirclement, then fought his way back into it, arriving at the side of the person he most wished to see.
"So it was you, Sir Lancelot!" Seeing the man approach her, Saber's eyes brimmed with the joy of reunion after so long apart. "My friend, my pride, the knight of my ideals."
With a bitter smile, Lancelot shook his head at the king he had longed for day and night.
"Please do not call me that again, My King. That is a title only a loyal and flawless knight may bear. I, who betrayed you, am no longer worthy of it."
"No, no, you are—" Saber hurriedly denied it. "That was never betrayal. I have already forgiven you, Lancelot!"
The handsome man's expression grew ever more sorrowful.
"Forgive me... for trampling