The discussion is over, and Massal just begins preparations in the workshop to face Maggialuus.
"Get the foundation and balls out too... and then the armor... wow, I'm not used to it, so I can't wear it alone... I guess I'll call someone...
When I looked out of the workshop, I saw that Lancelot was just taking care of the load and making it look like he was busy.
"Ooh! Lancelot! Help me get my armor on!
Lancelot comes running over to a glance when he hears it's armor.
"Armor what? Massal's gonna wear it? I only wore simple leather armor on my warcraft opponent.... that it's Adamantite armor and spears!? What are you fighting for?
"I can help you, I'm in a hurry.
I manage to get my armor on by hurrying up an excited lancelot with my eyes on the spear that I had visibly placed with me. It is made of soft comfortable fine cowhide leather with an adamantite covering around the torso and hips, caged hands on the shoulders and even footwear.
"Don't be bitter and suddenly anxious when Masaru wears metal armor... where's the battlefield? Do you have backup?
"The battlefield... is in this vintagia. Is it mainly a ranch?
"What are you willing to do on the ranch! I only have a really bad feeling about this!?
"There's something in the world that makes you happier not to know...
Lancelot flies somewhere where he wants to know, to a far-eyed massal.
"Should we evacuate around the ranch?
"... right, you'd better let them evacuate quietly because it could be a grand fight.
"What's a fight... I don't want to hear it, but who is it?
"I'm a Maggialuus idiot.
I go through a lancelot with a completely pulled cheek muscle and equip it with trinkets.
"Then I'm coming. Regards, evacuees!
"Wait a minute! What did you just say?
"Regards, evacuee?
"Before that! The person in the fight...
"Maggialuus?"
"That's it! Why is that happening? They're gods! Do the Victinious know!
"Yeah. In the presence of the Viktinias, there will be a battle? What, you want to mix it up?
"I didn't say that!... I don't know where to start anymore!
"If you cared, you'd be bald?
I'm no longer willing to ask anything or be angry at the crack and the gaze of a seriously worried massal.
"Come on... I'll report to your queen for once. And evacuation guidance.
"Aye! Then why don't you do it?
Why don't you use an item box on the back of a massal who's carrying a crate like a thousand boxes on both shoulders and heading to the battlefield? And the lancelot I was seriously thinking about was also apparently well stained with a masal color.