The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!

Gently placing the tea cups on the coffee table, Dora, clad in armor, carefully watched a Lich, an Angel, and a Succubus negotiating. The curtains had already been drawn, and candles were lit in the room despite it being broad daylight.

The coffee table was the only piece of furniture in the room that remained intact. Even the sofa they were sitting on was missing a leg.

"Knock, knock, knock!" A guard’s voice came from outside: "Holy Knight! Holy Knight! What’s going on, do you need our help?"

"No, the Holy Knight is just... training!" Dora shouted.

"Training? Training in a room?"

"Or how else would he be a Holy Knight?" Another voice muttered, "He must be different, right?"

"True enough. Let’s go, it’s fine."

"Sorry to disturb you, Holy Knight!"

The chatting guards from the Lion King Palace dispersed.

Silence, prolonged silence.