Sir Lancelot

The Reality Marble dispersed, and everyone returned to the wrecked rooftop.

The Assassins who had narrowly escaped with their lives did not dare linger. They had been scared out of their wits; the tens of thousands of gays in Ionioi Hetairoi had become an inescapable nightmare. They had lost the courage to face Rider, and would surely steer clear of him from now on.

As for Duke... the Assassins had no idea what to make of him. That filthy old man definitely hadn't been born naturally!

The panicked Assassins scattered in all directions. Then, a flash of sword light streaked across the way, and three Assassins were separated from their heads, turning into motes of light and vanishing.

It was Lancelot, who had been waiting for a long time!

"What's going on? Why is there another Servant?" Seeing Lancelot's knightly armor, the Assassins were filled with alarm and ran even faster.

Lancelot stroked his longsword, flicking a few traces of blood from its blade with his fingers. He dropped to one knee beside Duke. "Master, you weren't hurt, were you?"

Though his words expressed concern for his Master's safety, Lancelot's eyes were not on Duke at all. He stared fixedly at the petite girl knight across from him, trembling from head to toe in excitement.

Duke's expression turned strange. This was not how his script was supposed to go. Lancelot had met Ahoge King far too soon. According to his plan, Plan A was to capture Ahoge King, put a black hood over her head, lock her in the basement, and have Lancelot stand watch for him.

Well, that was a bit beastly... so he could switch to Plan B. He would stand watch for Lancelot instead.

It was hiding in plain sight. As long as the hood stayed on,