Lancelot: Master, Do You Know Who Saber Is?

Eerie silence, a sinister underground palace, a faint smell of blood, a terrifying scene that cast a pall over the heart—this was the place Caster had chosen to build his Magecraft Workshop, perfectly in line with a dark wizard's aesthetic.

But at this moment, his meticulously crafted work of art was being forcibly demolished with utter madness.

A Magecraft Workshop was designed to create a new pocket dimension, using limited space to construct endless killing intent. But Caster's attainments in magecraft were simply too poor. Aside from a few magical traps and mechanisms, he mainly relied on a vast number of water demons for defense.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

Thunder surged as giant golden hammers crashed down, spreading azure electrical plasma across the ground.

Lightning raced forth, and serpents spread!

The frail water demons trembled violently the instant they came into contact with the lightning. The moisture within them evaporated, and they withered into bark-like husks before collapsing. Their ability to revive had been completely countered.

Duke, playing the role of the Servant Berserker, strode ahead while wielding a pair of golden hammers weighing six hundred jin in total, clearing the way. Behind him was the dumbfounded Master Lancelot, who used his sword to slay any water demons that slipped through. Watching Duke handle the massive weapons as lightly as twigs, casually smashing magical traps and flattening water demons into little pancakes along with them, Lancelot did not know what to say.

Lancelot: Forgive my bluntness, but wasn't your body supposed to have been drained dry? Why are you stronger than I am?

Duke: I don't have many strengths. My magecraft is mediocre, I'm bad with words, and my brain isn't particularly quick. I just happen to have some muscle!

Ryunosuke Uryu was currently as anxious as an ant on a