On the wilderness road, a black pickup truck was racing wildly.
In the truck bed, Her Majesty the Queen was curled up in a corner, holding Lancelot.
And Judas was expressionlessly watching the two of them... forcing Lancelot to maintain his 'unconscious' state.
At this moment, faint sounds could be heard from the distant monastery.
Driving, Catherine intermittently glanced at the pitch-black night sky in the rearview mirror, looking slightly distracted.
Tip in the passenger seat suddenly said, "Little cat, do you think the leader will 'transform' this time or just try to use the power of the Armor of the Twelve Knights?"
Catherine frowned and said, "Hopefully neither! Do you think Caesar is made of iron?"
Tip remained silent for a long time... only to quietly say after a while, "I will certainly become the strongest Secret Medicine Practitioner and refine that kind of secret medicine."
"Little dog!"
Catherine gave a cold mockery but a warm glint appeared in her eyes.
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