Still wearing the unchanged tuxedo with a white shirt—a neutral outfit—but unlike the usual simplicity, she now possessed an indescribable beauty... or perhaps, allure.
The released immense power seemed endless... she moved slowly—towards Sir Pukins.
Black light supported her body, and those hollow eyes... seemed to suggest her current state was somewhat abnormal.
Since Lancelot's power began to release, Sir Pukins felt an unprecedented crisis approaching... even the Holy Grail in his hand couldn't dispel his unease at this moment.
And she... slowly approached, as if nothing could stand in her way.
Sir Pukins' gaze slightly narrowed... his eyes scanned the surroundings and then landed on Simpton—after seeing Pukins' gaze, Simpton didn't hesitate.
