"...Something's coming."
No sooner had Jeanne d'Arc left than Anno sensed a presence.
A presence. The presence of an unpleasant beast.
Without a word, Artoria drew the Holy Sword at her waist, and the black armor reappeared around her body.
"Honestly, I don't think there's any need to be so cautious with me here."
The Black man chuckled and patted his chest.
"Fighting while smoking a cigar—that's what you call enjoyment."
"Smoke less, Sir Anno."
Artoria was somewhat speechless toward her uncle, but she still offered a reminder.
"Protecting the Master is what matters most right now."
"Relax, relax."
Anno's face was full of nonchalance. He took a puff of his cigar, but his gaze turned serious. The black armor returned as well, and radiant light enveloped the Holy Sword.
"That beast nearly scratched my car's paint last time. This time, I'm settling the score with that bastard properly!"
"Just because of that?"
Lawrence rolled her eyes. With her current outfit, that expression somehow suited her especially well.
Just as before, she stepped forward in her high heels. Fine gemstones appeared around everyone, and Lawrence's vast magecraft field instantly unfolded, providing substantial buffs.
"Let's give it a try and see if we can keep Rider here!"
Archer looked eager to fight, and his smile did not make him look like a good person.
"After all, we've got His Majesty the Knight King and the White Knight on our side this time!"
His tone made it sound as though he and Kobe Bryant were about to score eighty-one points together.
"Brother, I can carry you, sure, but you've spent longer in Shinjuku than I have. Introduce me to a couple of girls later."
Anno grinned as he patted Archer on the shoulder.
"Oh? So the White Knight has interests in that