Lancelot had already experienced similar scenes many times. It wasn't that he'd never softened in the face of an enemy's pleas for mercy, and he had indeed experienced betrayal of such kindness, surviving solely by luck. Since then, he had never allowed his emotions to affect any battle-related decisions.
This didn't mean he always killed without leaving any prisoners, but an opponent as dangerous as a Fiend was always better dead than alive.
Furthermore, to ensure the enemy stayed dead, Lancelot's movements never ceased. Dense Sword Shadows flashed by, slicing the headless corpse of the Fiend into a spray of fragments. Then, he swung his Longsword in mid-air, two crescent-shaped Sword Qis shot out, completely obliterating the spinning head of the old hag.
Lancelot was always prepared for an attack from another Fiend, but from the moment he jumped onto the top of the tree house to completely destroy the enemy, he didn't encounter the expected ambush, which was somewhat strange.
