Now that he knew based on Akihiko's words that the hallucination he had witnessed might just have not been such a thing at all, Lancer was out past midnight yet again. It may have been reckless, but he needed to try and draw that apparition out again to confirm its existence.

When he stumbled upon Serenade it was mostly by chance; Lancer was doing little more than wandering the city with a thin metal pipe as a makeshift spear.

"Milady Serenade." He knelt down beside her, calm and respectful. "Are you wounded?"