"Uh..." Lancelot was unsure what expression to make, "My Lord, thanks to you, my luck has been quite good..."
"Lady Elizabeth already informed me of the situation during her prayers. You displayed commendable bravery, but I must say, such actions were rather reckless," Cranvo said sternly. "Even a true Barlow Flame Demon would struggle against a Lich, especially one surrounded by its Undead army. In our original plan, it should have been the Raven Queen dealing with the Lich—it would have increased our chances substantially. Also, you have to understand that even if you could be resurrected afterwards, it would still be a significant loss for you."
"I am very sorry." Lancelot bowed his head respectfully, "I mistakenly thought it was a chance worth taking..."
"Understandable, but..." Cranvo paused to calm his somewhat intense tone, "I am not blaming you, Sir. You must realize the critical role you play in this war against Peyton Derrick."
"I understand."
