"How... did this happen?!"
Honestly, even Lancer himself seemed stunned by the sight, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face. "My body is actually out of my control..."
But before he could finish speaking—
A small bloodstained hand suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"Hey, are you okay..."
Lancer hurriedly looked down, only to see Fang Mo's terrifying expression, blood pouring from all seven orifices. "You... you... bas... tard..."
"It wasn't me!"
Lancer hurriedly explained, "I swear upon my faith! I would never do something so despicable and vile!!!"
"La... Lancer..."
Yet the White-haired Brat paid no attention to any of that and merely continued speaking to herself.
That yellow short spear had pierced through her temple and emerged from the other side. This horrific wound caused blood to continuously flow from both her eyes, making her look utterly miserable. "When we fought just now, I could feel that you were an upright and honorable knight. That made me very happy."
"But now, you're... so... despicable..."
After saying that, the White-haired child's little hand loosened its grip on his clothes, and she fell straight forward.
"!!!"
This time, Lancer was truly dumbfounded. He hurriedly knelt and tried to catch her, but the overwhelming guilt and self-reproach made it difficult for him even to breathe. "How... how did things turn out like this?!"
"What exactly happened?"
The sudden turn of events also stunned everyone present. Irisviel instinctively covered her mouth. "Lancer just now actually..."
"Lancer doesn't seem like that kind of person."
Artoria furrowed her brows, seeming to have figured something out. "Could it have been a Command Spell?"
"A Command Spell?"
Irisviel immediately understood. "Lancer's Master? Because he couldn't defeat that child... he used a Command Spell to control him and launch a sneak attack? Isn't that far