"Tssk!"
A faint sound of breaking the air accompanied a white meteor that streaked across the sky from one end to the other, only stopping above the huge pit in front of the palace.
The figure of Lancelot then appeared within the white meteor, looking down from on high at the giant pit below before descending after a while, landing on a specific spot.
There was a huge piece of rubble.
Lancelot stared at this piece of rubble for quite some time, then reached out, grasped it, and raised it with a thunderous noise.
It must be said that the striking contrast of the petite girl lifting a piece of rubble about ten times her size was indeed powerful.
Lancelot, however, had an undisturbed expression, casually throwing the huge piece of rubble aside, causing a heavy, dull sound as it fell.
Immediately after, Lancelot spoke.
"You're still alive, aren't you?"
No sooner had Lancelot's words fallen than a series of coughs emerged before her.
