The Delinquent's Grand Order

Before The Holy War

Outside the temple, they had all come back to rest and reconvene, in tow with plenty of good news for the others to deal with. "Then, King Ozymandias, your forces will march in from the west of the Holy City. We will be arriving at the Holy City four days from now, in the morning. We'll march through the night until we get to the wastelands near the Holy City, then march in at the break of dawn. Remember, whatever you do..."

"Relax. My Divine Beast Corps will arrive on time. Leave the castle's west wall diversion to me. I'll send our beast trainers along with you. Discuss the particulars of the plan with them along the way," Ozymandias instructured.

"Thank you. As expected, you are well-practiced in battle."

Ozymandias gave the thanks no heed. "No need for praise. I'm sick of it. Focus on hurrying back home. Even with swift horses, it will be difficult to reach the mountainous region in only three days."

"Yes. Thank you, King Ozymandias. You take care, too," Mash called out to the king, reliable as ever, Mash still felt the need to be cordial. Nothing wrong with, just something that made her Mash Kyrielight.

Ozymandias shrugged it off. "I'm lending you my precious divine beasts. Don't let them go to waste, will you?"

"Even though he's Noble Phantasm allows him to generate them with great ease? I suppose the pharaoh will always be that type of person," Sanzang commented, who would have gotten an earful from Nitocris had she been there.

"Time to head off on our end then. We'll need to check how the others are doing."

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Through the desert at night, across burning fields in the morning, cratered land in the day, and to the village at sunset they arrived. "We're back in time for the last battle. Well done, everyone. We'll just listen from the sidelines about anything. Unless the Director has anything she wants to say?"

Olga shook her head. "Just make sure to win and do this. You should also rest... but you don't need me to tell you that," Olga rushed her comments out, high on anxiety and tension. They'd gotten more support, but everything about that Lion King was to be feared.

"Welcome home, we were waiting for you. You must be exhausted, Keiji. Requesting King Ozymandias's cooperation. We heard it all went well. When I first heard you were going to talk to the king, I couldn't believe it, but...It's fortunate that you were able to get the king's cooperation. We have some good news for you, too," Bedivere told them.

"Glad to have you back, everyone. As you can see, our preparations are almost complete," Cursed Arm added.

Yu and Raikou rushing first to Keiji. Yu naturally the most worried and curious about how everything went, smiling with approval when hearing how they managed to take down both Lancelot and get the aid of Ozymandias.

"I see, you are the warrior that Sir Tristan struggled against when we attacked," Lancelot said, introducing himself to Raikou more properly. He took a moment to cough, considering the situation. They weren't on friendly terms. "My apologies. I let myself get the better of me. I simply wanted to congratulate you on your abilities," Lancelot calmly spoke, then retracted himself from the conversation before it got more awkward.

Martha crossing eyes with Lancelot for a moment but it didn't go any further than that, as they still had a lot more work to do before anything else. "Good work, all of you. If you've managed to do that much, then taking back the Holy City will work better," Martha told them with a smile.

All of them turning to see the vast spaces having been overfilled with many others, an obvious success for their mission to recruit other people to the cause. "Enough people to make my Inexhaustible Bale come to good use! This sill be excellent!" Touta commented, still having the sense of a general to know what that meant, explaining it in a friendly manner to further raise spirits.