Lancel had no idea what had just happened.
One moment, he had been crawling on the ground, barely holding onto his life.
The next, he was suddenly seated at a banquet, surrounded by people he didn't recognize, facing a king he only knew from fiction.
And now, just as abruptly, he was back.
His gaze lowered slowly.
"...."
Below him lay the crimson-haired witch's body, split cleanly in half, as if everything that had just occurred had been nothing more than a dream.
And more importantly…
"...."
His arm.
The one that should have been gone was there, fully reattached, moving as it should. There was nothing to suggest it had ever been severed in the first place.
Thud!
Lancel dropped to his knees, his legs giving out as if they could no longer support his weight. Only then did he realize that his mana had been completely drained.
He turned his head to the side slowly. Fiore was still there, lying on the ground, unconscious just as she had been before.
"...."
