"Are you Miss Hassan of Serenity? Hundred-Faced Hassan and Cursed Arm Hassan, the two King Hassans, asked us to come rescue you." Fujimaru Ritsuka cautiously ran over and asked.
"Hundred-Faced... Cursed Arm?" Hassan of Serenity's voice was extremely weak and trembling. She raised her head slightly, seemingly wanting to see who had come to save her.
"She looks no older than her teens, yet she was already a King Hassan... But if she had inherited the name Hassan Sabbah, that proved she was capable of standing on her own and bearing great responsibility." Roman looked at Hassan of Serenity, who was nailed to the wall, and sighed.
"Mash, what's wrong?" Carmilla noticed that something was off about Mash's expression.
"Mm... I think I know who rode a wyvern here." Mash nodded with difficulty. "Among the Round Table, according to the instincts I possess as a Knight of the Round Table, there is only one person capable of that."
"Agravain, son of the Fairy Morgan."
"What cruel methods. What kind of person was he?" Xuanzang looked at the horrifying torture implements and blood scattered across the ground, fury in her eyes.
"He..." Mash's gaze grew complicated, while Fujimaru Ritsuka had already reached Hassan of Serenity's side.
"Eh? Wait, I—" Hassan of Serenity jumped in fright.
However, with the help of Tawara Tōta's rice bale, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already stretched himself upward and grabbed the nail pinning Hassan of Serenity to the wall.
"Don't worry, Miss Hassan of Serenity. I'll get you down right—"
"Don't, don't touch me—" Hassan of Serenity suddenly struggled as if she had been provoked, trying to avoid Fujimaru Ritsuka.
But she was nailed to the wall right now. There was no way for her to avoid him.
Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the nail with both hands, braced his