"--Don Quixote."
Iver decided to speed up the process, so he raised his hand and gave the order.
But just then, the Rider Angel stood up.
"I'll go."
The Rider Angel, once again transformed into Lancelot, walked over to Iver and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Long time no see, Iver."
The Rider Angel flashed a carefree smile. "I never thought we'd be able to fight side by side again... Oh, you're a knight too, brother!"
The latter half of his sentence was directed at Don Quixote.
Even though Don Quixote was not wearing armor and was dressed only in a gray robe, the Rider Angel still saw through to his knight's heart.
Then the Rider Angel looked back at Iver and forcefully slapped him on the back with his left hand, which was covered in metal armor.
"You've worked hard enough," the Rider Angel said with a hearty laugh. "It's about time you let us have our moment in the spotlight too!"
Iver looked at the Rider Angel's free-spirited and boisterous smile.
For that instant, he could not tell... whether the one speaking to him was Lancelot or Hai Na.
"...It's not your turn to sacrifice yourselves yet."
An even older and more solemn voice came from behind them.
The white dragon swayed as he once again spread his frozen wings and raised his proud head.
"The Path of Authority needs someone to inherit it, Lancelot."
Like a rigid yet reliable leader, the unsmiling Silver Crowned Dragon made a not particularly funny joke. "You don't think I endured the humiliation of becoming a pet just so I could return to the position of Pillar God, do you?"
At that, even the Rider Angel froze.
Even Iver was somewhat surprised.
When he saw that little white dragon, he had assumed