"The enemy is circling again! What do we do, Captain? They're completely determined to shoot us down!" the Nemo Sailor in charge of monitoring shouted again.
"Let me handle this." Percival suddenly stood up and shouted through the ship's loudspeakers at Lancelot outside, "Sister, what are you still trying to do at a time like this?"
Percival had finally called her "sister." When he was young, he and Lancelot had been very close. He had always chased after her, calling her sister. Yet as he grew older, the distance between them only widened. On the night Lancelot wept after destroying the Mirror Clan, they had gone down separate paths.
Of course, Percival now knew that he had misunderstood back then. He had thought Morgan was the reason Lancelot had been so heartbroken. By the time he learned the truth, it was already too late. Britain had entered its destruction. He had originally wanted to defeat Morgan in order to save Britain, but once Britain lost Morgan, it immediately headed toward ruin. It was a tremendous irony.
"Gain altitude first. We can't shake her off, so we can only hope our maximum altitude is higher than hers." Captain Nemo immediately issued the order. Chaldea's vessel was fast, but only about as fast as Lancelot. Their ship needed a straight-line acceleration to reach top speed, and it lacked Lancelot's agility. Escaping her through speed was simply impossible.
Roar!
As the vessel climbed, Lancelot outside seemed to have heard Percival's voice. Her flying speed noticeably slowed, then a world-shaking roar burst from her mouth.
"That sound..." Lancelot's roar made Shen Fei sense that something was wrong. He could hear pain, sorrow, loneliness, savagery, and many other emotions within it. This was nothing like the Lancelot he knew.
"She's accelerating toward us again! No,