When the singing began, the Queen's box was already filled with smoke.
Lancelot immediately pulled Her Majesty the Queen away from the box railing, then quickly soaked a handkerchief in red wine.
"Cover your mouth and nose... It's better than nothing." Lancelot spoke rapidly, then rushed out the door—but she almost immediately shut it again and retreated to Her Majesty the Queen's side.
"Outside?" Her Majesty the Queen was not overly flustered, but she asked the question at once.
"Everyone's been knocked to the ground." Lancelot frowned, her palm casually brushing over her chest... checking the recovery of the Sacred Armor.
It still hadn't fully recovered... At most, she had only her basic combat power.
She walked toward the box again. The entire theater had already been covered by thick smoke... Faintly, that high-pitched singing could be heard through it.
At the same time... the phone signal had been blocked.
The sound of something being sliced suddenly rang out. Lancelot turned and shielded Her Majesty the Queen behind her. The door to the room before them was cut into several pieces... then collapsed.
A black-haired woman in purple leather clothing, seemingly Asian, slowly walked in... She held a short sword about a foot long in each hand, and a slender scar marred her left cheek.
"Looks like this was planned from the beginning." Her Majesty the Queen frowned. "It seems... someone among my advisers was bought off by you."
"As expected of Her Majesty the Queen. You arrived at the answer so quickly." The purple-clad woman with the twin short swords smiled faintly. "Since that's the case, Her Majesty the Queen, you might as well stop resisting. That'll save me quite a bit of time."
"Are you members of the Apocalypse Myth?" Lancelot asked coldly. After noticing the scar that