"Just one of them, my predecessor."
The voice of the King of the Dead remained indifferent, but Lancelot suddenly realized that the other was deliberately imitating the way of speaking of that cloaked skeleton. At that moment, a special voice echoed faintly in Lancelot's heart, and his expression shifted slightly as he took the initiative to speak:
"Respected Arbiter of All Endings, an old friend of yours is with me, and it wishes to greet you."
Oh? My friend?
The skeleton's tone seemed merely intended to convey politeness, that condescending inflection was all too familiar to Lancelot.
I would certainly be pleased to meet this 'old friend,' but where might he be now?
