Camelot, Royal Palace.
In the marble-built bath, steam rose from the water, its surface scattered with fresh flower petals. Their fragrance was soothing and refreshing.
Having just washed away the grime and stench of blood, Bavangshi wrapped herself in a bath towel and sat in the changing room, applying oil to her smooth skin, when a hurried figure burst into the hall and casually tossed a sack from her shoulder into Bavangshi's arms.
"What?"
Bavangshi instinctively caught the sack and turned to ask,
"My trophy."
Mordred answered offhandedly as she walked toward the bath, grumbling while removing her armor.
"Tch, filthy. I'm going to take a bath first. Put it away for me, and remember to pickle it in lime later."
Hm? What needed to be pickled in lime?
Unable to contain her curiosity, Bavangshi casually opened the bundle.
However, a round object immediately rolled out, and a nauseating stench filled the entire changing room.
"Why is it a human head? Mordred, you're disgusting!"
The pink-haired fairy hurriedly grabbed the bloody head and wiped her hands over and over on her bath towel, her face full of disgust.
"Hey, look carefully! This is that old Duke of Oxford's head! I chased him for over ten miles and beat down a whole group of attendant knights before I finally managed to chop it off!"
Mordred immediately snatched up the still-dripping sack, pulled aside the messy white hair, and revealed a pale, terrified face twisted beyond recognition. She proudly showed it off to the unappreciative Bavangshi.
"Tch, it's just a filthy human head. What's there to be proud of? You got me all dirty too. Everything reeks of blood, and now I have to wash again!"
Bavangshi muttered irritably, picking up a wooden basin again and taking incense and towels from the