Lancelot: Who Is Saber in This Holy Grail War?

After some explanations, Lancelot finally understood the situation. He had arrived ten years in the future—ten years into a parallel world—and he had to fight another Holy Grail War.

Lancelot felt rather pitiful. On one hand, he pitied himself; on the other, he pitied the other Masters and Servants participating in the Holy Grail War.

"Xiaolan, don't panic. I'm here." Seeing Lancelot's mournful expression, Duke indicated that this trivial matter of crossing through worlds was something he knew inside out. Great Duke spent every day either crossing worlds or on his way to cross worlds. What hadn't he seen? His dead parents could circle the Earth twice by now.

It's precisely because you're here that I'm panicking!

Lancelot silently recited those words in his heart, nodded, and said nothing. He was in a bad mood and wanted some peace and quiet!

"Xiaolan, are you in a bad mood? Don't be like that. We've already won one Holy Grail War and are about to win a second. You should be happy."

"Master, my current mood is just like that sword of yours!"

Duke blurted out, "Fire's Delight?"

"The other one!"

"Xiaolan, you've changed. You weren't like this before." Duke beat his chest and stamped his feet, lamenting the withering of the noble Flower of Knights. Where had that honest fellow gone?

"People always grow..." The more Lancelot spoke, the gloomier he became. He did not want this kind of growth. He would rather live in a dream forever.

Suddenly, Lancelot seemed to think of something. He abruptly turned to Duke. "Master, there is something I need to confirm with you. It is extremely important. Please look directly into my eyes when you answer."

"What the hell?" Duke looked utterly baffled. Let it be known first: no love!

Lancelot stared at Duke