Such Beasts Exist in This World

Lancer wore a dazed, despairing expression. It was useless. He could not win. He might as well wait for death!

Duke looked down at Lancer—Diarmuid Ua Duibhne—at his feet. He was the most loyal Servant in this Holy Grail War, and his martial skill was beyond reproach. If not for his knightly code causing his Noble Phantasm's abilities to be exposed too early, along with Kayneth's distrust, he should have achieved great things.

Lancer undoubtedly had the temperament of an ideal retainer. Whether his lord was a Tyrant or a benevolent ruler, he would be the first choice for a loyal hound and trusted claw. Unfortunately, with his Luck E, he had failed to meet a suitable Master.

"Lancer, with your abilities, serving as Kayneth's Servant is far too humiliating. Have you considered changing jobs and working for me? He doesn't deserve you." Duke extended an olive branch. He knew the odds were slim, but he asked anyway.

A blaze of fury rose in Lancer's eyes as he awaited death. "No matter what, please take back those words. Do not insult me, and do not insult my Master."

Lancer tightened his grip on Gae Dearg. Lying on the ground as he was, he thrust the spear at Duke.

Whoosh!

A sword blade pierced flesh, pinning Lancer's wrist to the ground. Duke then raised his foot and firmly stomped down on the other hand clutching Gae Buidhe.

Blood streamed from his wrist. Lancer let out a muffled groan and looked at Duke with unyielding eyes. Their meaning was clear: You can defeat my body, but you will never make my spirit submit. Surrender was out of the question.

Lancer had no wish he desired from participating in the Holy Grail War. The reason he had answered the Holy Grail's summons was