Strangely enough, after stepping out of the castle gates, Gillian felt her strength return. It was precisely because her strength had returned that she once again sensed how terrifying Mordred was.
It was as though countless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts were constantly roaring around him... They were even ceaselessly trying to devour his body.
In an instant, Gillian thought of pain... the pain of being crazily torn apart by bites.
But it seemed to be nothing more than an illusion. When the cold wind blew, what she saw was once again that ordinary, gaunt figure.
She looked from afar at the fallen Grand Knight Lino... He was also a powerful knight. If she had to deal with him alone, she could only adopt a roundabout strategy.
"You should have stopped the other knights just now." Gillian frowned. "By now, word of your escape from prison has probably already been reported to the Knight Organization... Forget it. Let's leave first."
"Wait a little longer. There are still a few little fellows here." As Mordred spoke, he raised his head and looked into the night sky.
The witch froze for a moment. At some point, a transport aircraft had begun hovering in the night sky... Three figures were currently jumping down from it.
They landed and took up positions in a triangle. Gillian widened her eyes, and her expression immediately turned ugly!
The three people who had come down from the transport aircraft were none other than two of the Twelve Round Table Knights whom she had encountered briefly several hours earlier... Gareth and the Joker!
As for the third person standing at the third point of the triangle, she was a woman dressed in a tailcoat.
A not-unpleasant smile appeared on Miss Gillian's face. She brushed back a strand of