The quiet corridor grew filled with increasingly heavy panting, as if one could see the misty breath escaping those thin lips.
Instinctively, Lancelot resisted the voice floating beside her ears... In her hazy state, she could barely make out the other person's appearance—even though that face should have been etched into her mind long ago.
What was she saying, Aquitaine's... Eleanor?
A familiar feeling quietly swept across her heart as the sensitivity and excitement throughout her body threatened to drown her reason. Then a fresh wave of pleasure immediately submerged it again.
"Master says that since this is your life during your vacation, no matter what you encounter, we won't offer you any assistance... So, as for the things remaining inside you, you'll have to force them out yourself... Or are you planning to submit just like this?"
She could no longer hear anything. There was only the endless tide surging toward her... Lancelot's entire body arched upward. She fell to her knees, her head touching the floor.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Then... a muffled groan rang out.
When she raised her head again, her gaze had cleared somewhat. At the same time, her lips were smeared with blood—and so was the arm she had bitten open.
At the last moment before completely losing her reason, she had chosen to bite her arm and use the pain to stimulate her consciousness.
It was not a good method, but the effect was clearly immediate.
"Here... Queen... signal..."
In an extremely lucid state, Lancelot struggled to force out a few words—perhaps only acting on instinct. After her endurance had exceeded its limit, and after saying those few words, she collapsed directly onto the floor.
Maid Miss crouched down and reached out to straighten Lancelot's disheveled hair. In a low voice, she asked,