'Bare-Handed' Lancer

Inside the unfinished building, a Servant in spirit form materialized. He was a handsome Servant, and the beauty mark beneath his eye, which possessed the power to charm, could be considered an EX-rank Noble Phantasm by most women.

The Servant knelt on one knee, his head lowered.

It had to be said that Diarmuid was an outstanding Servant. He was powerful and highly intelligent. Most importantly, he obeyed his Master's orders and could be called utterly loyal.

Unfortunately, his Master, Kayneth, was filled with suspicion toward him. Kayneth was afraid this Servant would cuckold him.

"Master, the enemy's situation has been thoroughly scouted. One side is the Saber faction, located on the rooftop to the west. The group in the residence is suspected to be the Berserker faction. The two sides have no more than ten people combined. However, our current terrain is advantageous, allowing us to clearly observe both sides' movements."

Diarmuid had obtained the information at considerable risk and described it in detail to his Master, Kayneth.

"Is that so? The best possibility would be for them to come into conflict first."

Kayneth drew a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his displeasure toward Diarmuid. In all honesty, he was fairly satisfied with this Servant—apart from one particular point.

"Indeed. Based on my previous observations, black smoke is drifting from Berserker's body. That smoke gives me a violent and unstable feeling."

"Black smoke? Are you certain?"

Kayneth raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely. I stake my life on it. I would never conceal anything from you, Master."

Diarmuid sighed inwardly. He desperately hoped his Master would trust him. Even though Kayneth's fiancée had shown interest in him several times, he had firmly rejected her every time. If not for that woman's identity, Diarmuid would have ignored her completely long ago.

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