"The puppet body feels no pain. These wounds won't affect battle or movement. Once we rescue Miss Benanis, I'll heal myself."
Shade said this, and though Miss Lathers was still worried, it was not the time to say much more.
Unfortunately, they could not lift the Royal Knight's silver shield, the one that could reflect moonlight and Fireballs. It was not that they lacked the strength; the thing was directly connected to the ground, and the scenario simply would not allow them to take that piece of armor away.
"Let's keep going. Once we reach the very top floor, there should be more battles waiting. If even the Royal Knight just now was that strong, I can hardly imagine what will come at the end."
Miss Lathers looked somewhat troubled as she glanced at the collapsed wall. She already had a guess in her heart. In a standard "knight and Princess" story like this, if a Dragon did not appear at the end, it would be a waste of the premise.
She did not know the specifics of Shade's relationship with the Witch Council. She only thought that he was a man introduced by other Witches who had come here seeking help. Thus, she hesitated over whether she should voice her guess. She worried it might frighten Shade, since judging from the current situation, he was not very constrained by this Sage Level Relic. Perhaps he even had a way to leave directly.
But in the end, she still voiced her speculation. It was not merely because she wanted to show sincerity and honesty; she felt that if they continued their adventure while concealing things from one another, trouble would inevitably arise:
"According to the usual story, could it be a puppet Dragon?"
"That's possible."
Shade agreed wholeheartedly, but he