"The disfavored lady is visiting a castle of the Demon Lord," Lancelot said with some hesitation, "I'm not sure if a being as powerful as you would be welcome if you went directly there."
"What is this Demon Lord's attitude toward the disfavored?" the man asked calmly, looking at the other.
"Very respectful."
"Then I should have no problem."
"I need your promise," Lancelot struggled to overcome the fear in his heart and said firmly, "Promise that you will not do anything harmful to that Demon Lord, or to that town."
Everyone was astonished by Lancelot's courage, but the nameless man merely narrowed his eyes, looking at the knight before him and his companions, and then a smile appeared on his face.
"I'm someone who doesn't like trouble unless someone provokes me first," he said with a look that was almost nostalgic as he looked at these comrades who had fought side by side, "Shall we get going then?"
