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Matou Zouken felt finished. With the experience accumulated over five hundred years, he knew he was no match for Duke. Although he had transformed the Matou Family castle into a Magecraft Workshop, making it the safest place for him, the Five-Emperor Dragon was far too terrifying. He feared his Magecraft Workshop would be blown apart by a single fart. By then, it would be too late to run.

Crash!

Before Matou Zouken could disperse into black mist, Lancelot swung his short sword and thrust. The blade pierced through the black mist, and the entwining chains followed close behind. Dense swarms of insects were pinned in place by the chains. No matter how they struggled, they could not escape the area sealed off by the chains.

Lancelot flashed to the side of the black mist, thrust his hand into it, and clenched his fist in midair. Knight Does Not Die with Empty Hands activated. Crimson patterns spread outward as he regarded the insects as weapons and stripped away their control.

Matou Zouken's means of preserving his life could not be broken so easily. Vast swarms of insects surged out from the Matou Family castle. From above, the sea of bugs looked like rolling black waves spreading in every direction, too numerous to count.

Matou Zouken hid within that sea of insects, trying to slip away amid the chaos. Of course, those insects might have merely been expendable decoys, while the real him remained hidden in some corner of the castle.

There was no way to distinguish truth from falsehood in such a short time, and Duke had no patience for it. A ball of pure white flame ignited in his palm, and he pressed his hand down toward the ground. The palm-sized flame spread out like ignited oil, covering the entire