"W-what monster is he!?" The High necromancer watched Lancelot with a face of despair. He had never seen someone move and kill so many necromancers simultaneously, let alone survive his breath and heal a zombie dragon's head.
"Such a monster... irrelevant, he is living flesh! If we return with that sword, we will receive unimaginable rewards."
Raising Kara, Lancelot pointed to the Zombie dragon, smiling at the High necromancer with a strange feeling of freedom and the same sensation he felt the moment he was reborn, standing against those arachnid monsters and fighting with his own body, dodging for dear life and using only his swordsmanship and prowess to crush the enemy.
'I had forgotten myself, too hooked on bloodlines, special abilities... Lancelot du Lac was always about the sword and aiming to be the most powerful swordsman in the universe.'
—Heeeh~ what an arrogant wielder I have, fufu~