On the wilderness highway, a black pickup truck tore along at breakneck speed.
In the truck bed, Her Majesty the Queen was curled up in a corner, holding Lancelot.
Judas watched the two of them expressionlessly... forcing Lancelot to maintain his "unconscious" state.
By then, the sounds from the distant monastery could still be heard faintly.
Catherine, who was driving, kept glancing at the patch of pitch-black night sky in the rearview mirror, looking somewhat distracted.
Tip, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly said, "Kitten, do you think the leader will 'transform' this time? Or will he merely try to use the power of the Twelve Knights' Holy Armor?"
Catherine frowned. "Hopefully neither! Do you think Caesar is made of iron?"
Tip said nothing. After remaining silent for a long while, he finally murmured, "I will become the greatest alchemist and refine that kind of elixir."
"Brat!"
Catherine sneered coldly, but her gaze held a trace of warmth.
The mist-like blood gradually dispersed, eventually drifting onto the cheek of one of the The-Fianna members. The icy, clammy sensation made him shudder violently.
Then, for some unknown reason, this member of The-Fianna suddenly began screaming madly... as if he had been subjected to some kind of stimulus!
While screaming wildly, he even activated the various weapons on his "Dragoon" armor one after another—not only the heavy gun in his hands, but also the shell-shaped thrusters on his back, which transformed into weapons as well.
Splitting miniature mother-and-child missiles shot out from the thruster armor and scattered through the air, bombarding Caesar directly. Not only that, he suddenly drew the black-gold battle blade mounted on his leg and charged forward!
Inside The-Fianna's control room, the portrait of this member on the screen began flashing red. The support staff monitoring him said