Saber Lancelot's face had turned livid, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as though he had eaten two pounds of something utterly vile.
Ran was even more dramatic. She clutched her head with both hands, fingers buried deep in her hair, letting out suppressed, beastlike whimpers from her throat. The souls of the two battle-hardened knights seemed to be slowly drifting out through their open mouths.
At last, they completely understood how Red A had felt when he first saw Shizuka.
And just how complicated My King's feelings must have been upon seeing so many bizarre versions of herself.
Fine, even if this Melusine before them had probably inherited nothing from them but the name, it was still painful, all right?!
No matter what, they could not have imagined that a "Lancelot" from a parallel world would not only be female, but also... such a petite, delicate-looking girl with a hint of childishness about her!
It felt even more devastating than being backstabbed by every member of the Knights of the Round Table at once.
"Why be so despondent, you two?" Tristan spoke up at just the right moment. His fingers elegantly plucked at nonexistent strings, his tone brimming with "sincere" comfort. "Isn't it a good thing that such a... adorable young lady has inherited your fame? At the very least, she is very pleasing to the eye."
The two Lancelots slowly turned their heads, murderous gazes focusing on their colleague's face. They could clearly see Tristan's lips trembling at an astonishing frequency. He was obviously using every ounce of his willpower just to suppress the urge to burst out laughing.
"Tris—tan—!"
Their fists clenched, knuckles cracking.
Just then, the innocent junior Mashu blinked her purple eyes and delivered the final blow in a suddenly enlightened tone. "Fou! I