At the next moment, "Lancelot's" left hand, somewhat stiffly, grabbed the collar of "Mycroft" and flung the grape out.
The grape soared high, circled past the already shattered window, and in the blink of an eye, flew outside the small chapel. Although "Mycroft's" body, round as a ball, was still cut by the broken glass shards during the passage through the window, at least it was safely away from the scene.
She wrapped herself in a force field sphere in the air. The sphere, as elastic as rubber, bounced immediately upon hitting the ground, bouncing and rolling at high speed down the street.
Meanwhile, "Lancelot" turned his attention to the calmly floating Defiant Flame Butterfly in the air.
"Are you the one who came to stop me?"
A slight smirk lifted the corner of "Lancelot's" mouth as he mocked, "Little miss, don't come to the battlefield in a skirt."
"My master, my father... is inside you."
The Defiant Flame Butterfly simply stated calmly.
