"Not only us, but Sir Bedivere, Sir Geraint, and Ms. Morgan will also arrive in Lutèce soon, and then our two countries' warriors and magicians can start to interact."
Setting her crystal wine glass back on the table, Gao Wen revealed a faint smile while Lancelot sat upright beside her, his gaze fixed steadfastly ahead.
Just sitting face to face like this, Minerva could feel the extraordinary aura emanating from these two—reminiscent of a beast slowly approaching its prey while concealing its killing intent.
Cold sweat dripped from her armpits and her hand was on the verge of trembling. Was this the oppressive feeling emitted by Albion's strongest knights?
Monsters—
Minerva barely held back from voicing the word. Relying on her experiences of facing even more fearsome beings, she managed to suppress her innate fear.
"Four Knights of the Round Table and one Semi-Octagonal mage—a truly unprecedented exchange feast."
