Later, Lancelot slowly came to.
But she was no longer in the shower room. She had been placed on a bench outside... The water on her body had even dried completely, and her hair had become dry and fluffy.
Lancelot suddenly clutched the towel and sat up.
However, the mysterious blonde woman was nowhere to be seen in the shower room. As for the royal Ritual Sword... the Ritual Sword was still there, quietly standing not far from her.
Lancelot cautiously walked over. Even after taking the Ritual Sword in her hand, her face was still filled with confusion... What exactly had that person, that blonde woman, been after?
Since the other party had been able to knock her unconscious without making a sound, she had easily been capable of killing her—but she had not done so. She had not even taken the Ritual Sword.
This place was too dangerous. She could not stay here for long... Without Her Majesty the Queen's orders, she had no need to participate in the Power Conference. Farrell was not there watching her either, so she could take this opportunity to leave and safely return the Ritual Sword to Britain's borders.
Once she had the thought, she acted on it immediately. This female knight, who was a clean freak and loved bathing, began planning her escape route without another word.
But at that moment, a call from Her Majesty the Queen came directly to her phone.
"Lancelot, would you be interested in helping Gareth out? He seems to be having a hard time alone. Stay and help him."
Although Her Majesty the Queen's tone was almost one of discussion, Lancelot understood that she had no reason to refuse.
The female knight, who had likewise sworn her loyalty before the Ritual Sword, immediately replied solemnly,