"Don't go any further."
"Master never does anything he isn't confident about."
Lancelot's gaze sharpened.
She didn't want to be left guarding the door.
But Red Hare carried more than a dozen Holy Grails. In terms of total magical energy, it was practically at the level of a chief god. Even she would struggle to break through its blockade.
Besides—
It truly seemed completely unconcerned about its master's safety.
Perhaps her current boyfriend was actually very strong?
Therefore—
She could only put on the hay wreath Red Hare had given her, wear it on her head, and stand guard over the phantom of the sacred tree with her twin swords in hand.
Even after the Queen's voice had completely faded away and Russell's presence disappeared from Fae Country, she never landed, remaining like a dutiful sentry.
And after Lancelot took responsibility for guarding the now-empty tree, Russell had already pulled up his pants and arrived in Greece.
Greece.
The most terrifying episode in history for pretty boys.
Yet after truly stepping inside—
There was absolutely nothing resembling Greece from Proper Human History.
Intense Mana filled the world.
A highly mechanized city stood at the center of the world.
Along the roads, all kinds of self-service stores stood open. Everyone seemed able to collect free food and drinks from them.
From time to time, mobile vans with huge R18 markings cruised through the streets, resolving the physiological needs of the city's men and women.
As a result, everyone passing by seemed carefree, wearing expressions like Buddha himself.
It was easy to imagine.
If someone were born on Olympus, their life would be over.
They could only grow up like overgrown infants amid all kinds of free benefits, degenerating into trash capable of nothing but praising the gods.
Russell: "..."
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