Upon hearing this, Lancelot's face fell. "So you don't have confidence in ?"
"I train every night in the castle, and sotis Sister Tijana cos to guide too," Little Issa said earnestly. "I've seen both of you fight, so I can tell who's stronger."
"Is that so..." Lancelot scratched his head. "Then tell , what are Tijana's strengths? She said she won't use magic against ."
"Oh, brother, you're really dense. Is it that she won't use magic at all, or just not against you?" Little Issa tilted her head. "There's a big difference between the two. I hope it's the forr; otherwise, you'll definitely lose miserably."
"It should be that she's not using it at all," Lancelot said uncertainly. "If it's just about martial skills, do you still think I can't win?"
"I've never seen Sister Tijana fight without using magic." The little Vampire stood on her tiptoes and patted his shoulder, motioning Lancelot to sit down, "But she's very, very agile. Not the kind of speed that blurs your vision, but like water—quick and nimble. You'll find her sword coming from impossible angles and dodging in ways you can't believe, as if she doesn't have any bones at all."
"Thanks for the tip; that's very useful information indeed." Lancelot cooperated while the vampire maid fastened the strap hidden under his shoulder armor. "What about her fighting style?"
"It's completely different from your heavy slashing," the little girl made a face while fitting the Human Knight with arm guards. "Sister Tijana usually uses a one-handed sword or a longsword with a small round shield. You'll find it very difficult to breach her defense, and she patiently waits for your weaknesses to show before striking, and each strike is precise like a snake, aiming directly at your vital areas."
"I'll be wary of her counterattacks, understood." Lancelot put on his steel gauntlets, stood up, and twisted his body. "The portal is in the garden outside; do you want to co watch?"
"I don't want to be the odd one out! Plus, there are still so many rooms to clean..." The little girl's face broke into a mischievous smile, yet she suddenly caught a strange word from Lancelot's earlier words, "Wait, garden? What garden?"
"It's sothing Alamir and I accomplished in an afternoon." Lancelot got up and tucked his helt under his armpit. "Co see for yourself."
Curious, Little Issa followed Lancelot outside, and when the miraculous garden ca into view, her face lit up with excitent and shock—no less than Tijana's.
"This is... how... Brother, when did you move a corner of the lanthan garden here?"
"I don't have a Dinsional Bag that big; this is all my own planting. Of course, I only did the planting—the design was by the Elf Priest," Lancelot said with a smile as he tousled the little girl's hair. "How is it, do you like it? Feel uncomfortable?"
"I love it!" The little vampire bead. "Finier, the King Consort, told that until I exceed the original lifespan limit of my age, I won't feel discomfort towards natural life like the Undead do."
"That's good," Lancelot nodded, "Thank you, little Isha."
"Oh, no need to thank , I just don't want my brother to lose too miserably…" The little girl covered her mouth and giggled, "Otherwise, brother would not be able to look up in front of Sister Tijana."
"I wasn't talking about that," Lancelot shook his head, "When you were in Androlina, the Great Elder Quirion could have lifted your vampire curse, but you refused, saying being a vampire would better help everyone in adventures…"
"Oh, haven't we talked about this many tis? Besides, being a vampire isn't so bad, except it's a bit inconvenient when bathing." As she spoke, a very faint blush appeared on the pale face of the little girl due to embarrassnt, "Alright, brother, go ahead, keeping a lady waiting is not gentlemanly."
Lancelot smiled, turned, and walked through the garden's shimring portal. The process of transportation was completely seamless, as natural as passing through an ordinary door, indicating that the magic portal did not lead to a remote location. The sound of weapons clashing imdiately filled Lancelot's ears, and he looked around to find himself inside a circular stone hall.
The radius of the hall was at least thirty feet, completely free of columns, and even the lowest part of the arched ceiling was twenty feet high, reminiscent of a grand temple. The floor was made of solidified volcanic rock, covered with tiny holes, its hardness such that a fall could cause severe injury; and hanging from the center of the ceiling was a magical light orb, bright enough to clearly illuminate the room without being dazzling.
The hall was far from empty. To his left, not far away, two nearly naked succubus were ferociously brawling, each holding a pair of blunt swords, neither seeming to stop until one of them completely passed out, while a third succubus rested nearby.
Lancelot recognized her as Letisha, one of Tijana's most trusted maids, and from her condition, it seed she had just engaged in a similar battle.
At the other end of the room, two Brezu demons were swinging huge long spears, attacking a six-ard Serpent Demon. This was none other than Miss Sonam, the front desk receptionist of the rcenary Hall. She handled her six arms with stunning elegance, easily deflecting the attacks of the two demon rcenaries and seizing every opportunity to humiliatingly slap their faces with the flat of her blade.
"You've finally arrived."
Tijana's voice ca from behind him. Lancelot turned and found the Succubus Lord fully ard. She wore a suit of full body armor made from mithril, a rare and expensive material that ensured hardness while weighing only half as much as regular steel, well-suited for one as agile as her.
In her right hand, she held an unsharpened longsword, and in her left, a tal light shield so polished it was like a mirror; Lancelot could even see his distorted reflection in it.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," said the Human Knight, gracefully bowing, "I must say, you look even more charming in this than in an evening gown."
"I agree," Tijana said with a look that could only be described as famished excitent, hurriedly pointing towards a rack in the corner, "Go pick a weapon that suits you from there, I can hardly wait."
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