Chapter 12
Rémy continued to keep his distance from Lancelot, avoiding a direct confrontation with the furious knight. As he moved away, he noticed the appearance of Carmilla, which only increased his frustration.
"Now I have to split my attention between the two? This is getting more and more annoying," Rémy vented, with a tone of discontent in his voice. Carmilla's presence, a cunning and elusive adversary, made the situation even more challenging for Rémy.
Carmilla observed the scene with interest, noting the clear tension between Rémy and Lancelot. She smiled enigmatically and commented, "Two birds with one stone. How interesting. But given the circumstances, I think it's time to reveal a little more about myself."
Carmilla continued to smile enigmatically, maintaining an air of mystery and intrigue. She could sense Lancelot's anger and frustration, but seemed unaffected by his reaction.
"I apologize if my words have aroused your anger, Sir Lancelot," Carmilla said, her voice filled with amusement. "I was just joking. There's no need to take it so seriously. After all, we are both servants of the same master." Lancelot glared at Carmilla with anger.
As she spoke, Carmilla began to move agilely and silently, circling Rémy and Lancelot, seeking a strategic advantage. Her smile was sinister and provocative, indicating that she was planning something.
Rémy remained alert, trying to keep up with the movements of both adversaries. He knew he couldn't afford to let his guard down for a moment, as any mistake could result in a fatal blow.
"Both of you may be a nuisance, but it also makes the situation interesting," Rémy said, responding to Carmilla's provocation. "If that's how things are, then I'll have to deal with both of you at the same time. So be it."
He tightened his grip on his lance, preparing for the next confrontation. Rémy knew he needed to keep his composure and find a strategy to face both Lancelot and Carmilla. He couldn't let despair or irritation dominate his movements.
Carmilla cast a shrewd gaze at Rémy and remarked, "You are brave, or perhaps just foolish. We shall see how far your bravery takes you."
As the battle continued to unfold, Rémy realized he was being pushed into a corner of the field. He had less and less room to maneuver, becoming more vulnerable to the combined attacks of Lancelot and Carmilla.
However, Rémy was not willing to give up. He focused his energy and attention, analyzing every move of his opponents and looking for openings in their defenses. He knew that to win this battle, he would need to use his intelligence and act strategically.
With a determined expression, Rémy decided it was time to counterattack. He seized a moment of distraction from Lancelot and launched a swift attack against Carmilla. His lance cut through the air, aiming to strike its target, but Carmilla agilely evaded it, narrowly escaping the blow.
Rémy regained his stance after the failed attack and looked at Carmilla with determination.
"So you feel no shame in joining someone like Lancelot, a knight who abandoned his honor and betrayed his king?" Rémy questioned, a mix of challenge and disbelief in his voice.
Carmilla maintained her enigmatic smile as she responded, appearing amused by Rémy's question.
"Shame? My dear, I am an assassin. There is no place for shame in my life," declared Carmilla, her voice filled with confidence. "I act according to my own principles and objectives. If that means fighting alongside Lancelot, so be it. Loyalty is a relative concept."
Rémy frowned, still not fully understanding Carmilla's motivations and character. He knew she was a dangerous and ruthless opponent, but her reasoning continued to elude his comprehension.
"You may not feel shame, but your lack of loyalty and your assassin nature taint any pretense of honor you may have," Rémy replied, maintaining a firm and resolute tone. "I will fight against both of you until the end, if need be, so it seems."
Carmilla chuckled softly at Rémy's words, as if finding his determination and concepts of honor naive.
"If that's how you wish it, Rémy, then prepare yourself for the consequences of your choices," Carmilla said, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.
The battle continued, with Rémy attempting to find a breach in his opponents' defenses while Carmilla and Lancelot coordinated their attacks against him. Carmilla's agility and cunning posed a constant challenge to Rémy, while Lancelot's strength and fury pressed on him.
Rémy fought on with tenacity and determination, maintaining his defensive stance and seeking opportunities to counter-attack. He skillfully evaded his opponents' strikes, using his lance with precision and strength whenever he had a chance.
The battle unfolded for some time, with Rémy showcasing his skill and endurance. He demonstrated that he was not only courageous but also a strategist, searching for weaknesses and creating openings amid his adversaries' relentless assaults.
With his renewed determination and the realization of the need for a turnaround in the battle, Rémy made a bold decision. He decided to invoke his second Noble Phantasm, a red horse whose presence had accompanied him since his time when he was still alive.
"Come, my faithful companion, I summon you," Rémy shouted.
As he uttered those words, a red aura began to form around Rémy. Slowly, the majestic and imposing red horse emerged at his side.
Carmilla, surprised by the revelation that Rémy possessed two Noble Phantasms, felt a shiver run down her spine. She realized that this twist could drastically change the course of the battle and decided to retreat to ensure her own safety.
"You... you possess two Noble Phantasms?!" exclaimed Carmilla, a mix of shock and concern in her voice. "This cannot be!"
Rémy mounted his red horse, seizing the newfound advantage he had gained. He cast a determined gaze at Carmilla and Lancelot, ready to face them with a new strategy in mind.
He attempted to attack Carmilla but was intercepted by Lancelot, who began to duel him.
As Rémy fought to defend himself against Lancelot's powerful attacks, he recognized the unmatched intensity and strength of the legendary knight. Although Rémy's attributes had improved with the invocation of his second Noble Phantasm, he still found himself at a disadvantage against his formidable opponent.
While skillfully evading Lancelot's strikes, Rémy pondered a strategy to turn the tide in his favor. He knew he needed to find an opening in Lancelot's impenetrable defenses and exploit it.
Meanwhile, Carmilla observed the fight with interest and curiosity. She began to speculate about Rémy's identity and history. After all, to summon two Noble Phantasms and possess such combat prowess, he must be a legendary and powerful figure in his own narrative.
As Lancelot continued to press Rémy with his powerful attacks, the young warrior remained calm and focused. He understood the importance of staying in control and not allowing despair to overcome him.
Suddenly, amidst the furious battle, Rémy found the opening he had been searching for. With a swift and precise maneuver, he managed to evade Lancelot's attacks and counter-attack with a powerful strike of his lance.
Rémy sensed that the battle was not in his favor. Realizing that victory was unlikely, he decided to act swiftly and strategically. However, before retreating from the battlefield on his horse, he made a final gesture of farewell to his two opponents.
"You have been formidable adversaries," Rémy said sincerely. "It has been unpleasant to meet you and engage in this battle. Perhaps our paths will never cross again under different circumstances. So I hope."
Knowing that his special abilities could influence the course of the fight, Rémy seized the opportunity. Raising his voice to the heavens, he used his skills to draw the attention of wyverns, fearsome flying creatures. With his influence over these beasts, he commanded them to attack Carmilla and Lancelot.
Without wasting any time, Rémy swiftly departed, riding his horse and leaving the battlefield behind. He hoped that the intervention of the wyverns would create a distraction and give him a chance to escape safely.
As he galloped away, Rémy let his words of challenge and farewell echo into the sky, hoping his enemies would hear: "May the heavens bear witness to my return! Until then, ill fortune be upon you, woman with white hair, and Lancelot!"
Rémy, with his cunning mind and unwavering determination, realized he was low on mana and could not afford to continue fighting both Carmilla and Lancelot simultaneously. He knew that if he stayed, his chances of victory would be practically null. Therefore, he needed to act intelligently to ensure his survival.
Carmilla, filled with anger and frustration, continued to bring down the wyverns with her skill and dexterity. As she delivered precise strikes, she couldn't help but express her indignation at Rémy's actions.
"What a coward!" Carmilla exclaimed, her voice dripping with disdain. "He possesses no honor. Fleeing from the battlefield like a frightened rat... There is no greatness in his deeds."
As she spoke those words, Carmilla felt Lancelot's gaze upon her. It was as if he was silently conveying a message, reproaching her own behavior. Intrigued, she stared at him, not fully comprehending what he wanted to convey.
"What is it?" Carmilla asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and challenge. She was not willing to let Lancelot's reaction go unnoticed. "You seem to have something to say. Tell me, Lancelot, what is your thought?"
"Rrrr!" A fierce growl resounded, echoing across the field. Lancelot, the fearless warrior, let out that ferocious grunt in response.
Carmilla, with a dangerously mischievous smile on her face, turned to Lancelot, suddenly remembering his inability to communicate verbally. "I had forgotten, you cannot speak. It doesn't matter. We shall capture him, after all, he must be weakened," she said, punctuating her words with a dose of determination.
With their enemies defeated, the wyverns lying lifeless at their feet, Lancelot and Carmilla exchanged a brief triumphant glance.
Meanwhile, Rémy galloped through the city streets on his horse, his imposing presence not going unnoticed. He had swiftly arrived at the location where the citizens relied on his protection.
"We must leave now. Things are about to become very dark around here," Rémy stated with grave seriousness, his words carrying a sense of urgency. A citizen, initially confused, could sense the intensity etched on Rémy's face and immediately rushed to inform the others about the imminent threat.
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