'Fianna Knights'

North American Continent, northern region.

On this vast, seemingly endless land stood a palace resembling the White House, looking utterly out of place amid its surroundings.

The area around the palace was filled with burly ancient warriors.

Some stood in large groups, some patrolled the surroundings, some spread out in every direction, and some were even fighting one another, as though undergoing their daily training. The military spirit was incredibly fierce.

At that moment, the golden Lancer and black Lancer were walking down a corridor in the palace and entered the audience hall.

The moment they entered the audience hall, a voice that gathered ambition and desire into one rang out.

"Oh my, you're back. You've really worked hard."

The speaker was a young woman standing before the audience hall. She had been gazing at the Throne with an intoxicated expression and only turned around to look at the two Lancers after hearing the commotion behind her.

She was a girl who looked both pure and delicate, innocent and inexperienced, yet for some reason exuded an intensely seductive air, as if she were constantly tempting others to commit a crime, filling the place with an ambiguous, flirtatious atmosphere.

The girl's attire likewise combined purity and seductiveness. Though she wore a spotless white dress, it exposed a considerable amount of skin. Though her entire body was fair, it covered all the places that ought to be concealed. She looked both sacred and obscene, an exceedingly contradictory sight.

In the girl's hand was a riding crop that seemed less suited for combat than for training people.

Upon seeing the girl, the two Lancers stopped at the same time.

"Queen."

The black Lancer slightly lowered his head and even knelt on one knee, offering her the courtesy due from a subject.

"You're as