The First Mage of Middle-earth

Being stark naked meant not wearing clothes. No matter which angle one looked from, touched from, or photographed from, it was all extremely obscene.

Lancer's Noble Phantasm, Gae Dearg, was a spear capable of nullifying defenses formed from magical energy. Saber had been fighting him in armor constructed from magical energy, so she really was no different from being unclothed.

The ability was a little unfair, though not invincible. In the next studio over, there was a bugged Spiky Hair—one slap from him did far more than merely shatter armor. He blew it apart completely, achieving a truly frank meeting of flesh.

"Lancer, you think victory is already in sight just because you stripped away my armor? I cannot agree." Saber snorted disdainfully. Since you say I'm naked, then I'll... then I'll remove my armor and fight you.

As she spoke, the magical armor wrapped around Saber shattered into fragments and vanished into the air. Her breastplate, bracers, knee guards—every piece of armor disappeared, revealing the blue knight's dress beneath, along with the glory of an all-A King.

Duke's gaze deepened. Those who pacify the world cannot unite people's hearts. The forum trolls truly did not deceive me!

"Since it is an unavoidable magic spear, this armor no longer has any purpose. But with the next strike, I will hit you first!" Saber gripped the invisible sword with both hands, held it across her chest, and angled her body toward him.

Whether the move was impulsive or not, it was certainly rousing. In an instant, Lancer's momentum was completely suppressed.

"Oh, is this what they call staking everything on one throw? Since you cannot stop my attack, you abandon defense and devote all your energy to offense... How brave and decisive. Truly admirable!" Lancer was briefly stunned before his fighting