The Paladin in the Abyss

"Ahem, Your Highness, please mind your words..." Soveris awkwardly reminded from the side, "Don’t lose your royal etiquette..."

"Pfft." Fran scoffed, curling her lips disdainfully, "If I paid attention to royal etiquette back then, would you even have a chance?"

"At that time, I was a child blinded by your beauty, which is why I made such... transgressive moves..."

"And afterwards? Who became so skilled that they could climb to my balcony blindfolded?"

"...My lady, I still remember every bump on the way up..."

"...Hmph... That so..."

Their conversation suddenly fell silent, and Lancelot and Little Isha, who had been eavesdropping with pricked ears, exchanged knowing glances. The Succubus nonchalantly continued his actions, rotating his wrists in the air in a special posture. Two vines extended with his movements, tightly wrapping around that bone again and again. Then he pulled out a handful of talismans, some for sealing spirits, some for concealment, and some for subduing evil, and pasted dozens of them onto the bone before cautiously storing it in his dimensional bag.

"That should do it, right?" The Zombie Princess took the initiative to speak, "Let’s get out of here, this place feels really odd..."

"Wait a moment." Soveris’s voice came from another direction, "Come over here and take a look..."

Lancelot turned his head and saw the Elf leaning against the door on the other side of the bedroom, tilting his head toward the outside.