The Invisible True Unseen Sword

The second night of the Holy Grail War!

After Duke finished arranging his final affairs... pfft, after finishing the follow-up arrangements, he swayed his way out the door.

Just then, an inexplicable aura drifted over from the distant harbor. It was the presence of a Servant. A Master had already grown impatient.

Duke understood at once. Going by the original story, the owner of this aura was Lancer Diarmuid, a Luck E who had sworn to serve his lord with absolute loyalty.

Lancelot, standing at the door, sensed the aura and immediately surged with fighting spirit. "This presence... an enemy Servant! Revealing his position so recklessly—is he inviting a fight?"

Duke, currently wearing Magneto's face, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. There's no reason not to answer him."

"In this Holy Grail War of schemes and deception, it is truly fortunate to encounter a Heroic Spirit with knightly honor!" As expected of a king and his retainer, Lancelot's reaction was much the same as Ahoge King's.

Unfortunately, before Lancelot's passion could truly ignite, it was doused by a bucket of cold water. His task tonight was to guard the house, and he was not to leave without Duke's orders. The thought left him somewhat dispirited. He dearly wished to fight a hero whose valiant name resounded throughout history, but Duke's orders had to be obeyed.

"Xiaolan, Sakura's safety is in your hands. She is my most treasured possession."

"Please rest assured. Lancelot will fulfill this mission even at the cost of his life and await your victorious return!" Lancelot steadied himself, placed a hand over his chest, and gave a knightly salute.

Duke nodded. After taking two steps, he realized that walking there would damage the prestigious image of Dual-Wielding Berserker Gandalf. How could a mage not have a mount?

As he