I opened a shop on the Astral Train

It's better to strike first!

The servant took out her sickle and lunged at the four Lancelot knights.

The knights moved in perfect synchronization, blocking the attack and swiftly countering. The clash of metal rang out, sparks flying as their weapons met.

Though the servant was slightly stronger, the difference was marginal. She had not yet reached the level of a demon god.

For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand, the battle locked in a dead heat.

Then, reinforcements arrived—thirty-two more Lancelot knights.

The servant stood amidst them, gripping her weapon tightly. Her expression darkened. She hadn't expected this level of strength. Thirty-one of them were as powerful as the demon's followers.

And the last one...

The last one radiated something beyond that. A force akin to a demon god itself.

Lancelot, the leader of the Knights of Lancelot, stepped forward, his presence suffocating.

"You are strong. I will grant you a fair duel. You and I—one on one."