'Time For The Visit'

"Well, this is... unexpected."

Florian stepped out of the Diamond Palace, his breath hitching as his gaze swept over the scene before him. A procession of grand, ornately designed carriages lined the circular driveway, their polished surfaces catching the morning sun in a dazzling display of wealth and craftsmanship. Each one was a masterpiece—far more extravagant than anything he had ever seen in his previous world. But that wasn't what made him pause.

It was the sheer number of knights.

Dozens of them stood at attention, clad in gleaming armor, their weapons gleaming at their sides. They formed an unyielding wall of steel around the carriages, their disciplined silence only adding to the weight of their presence. And at the very front of them all, standing like an immovable force, was Lancelot.

'Lancelot? Here?' Florian's heart skipped a beat. That wasn't right.