The Necromancer's eyes widened in horror as the weapon was swung at him like a club. With a crunch, he hurtled into the wall, old stone cracking from his impact. He fell forward limply, with a gurgle and a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, either dead or unconscious. Either way, he was no longer a threat.

Zalo... did not particularly notice as his body was encased in solid ice. He was a bit too unconscious for that. Instead, he continued to lay there limping, uncomprehending of how his fellow Conspirators had been utterly crushed with quite a bit of finality. Indeed, all six were no longer capable of fighting. For the most part, they were dead.

In mid-stride, desperate to try and save Marianne from whatever was overcoming her, Fanilly found herself hitting the gorund. Her armor clanked and rattled and for a moment she was confused and disoriented as she hit the ground... And... and... Sult? One of the Sults... the... the one with much less clothing on. In spite of the situation, Fanilly found herself growing bright red, heat rising in her cheeks and filling her fast, before she tried to squirm away, shoving at Sult... or.. .the Sult or... it was hard to understand what was happening there.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry!" she cried, "But Marianne is... is..."

What... just what was happening to Marianne? She was being covered in armor...?

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At Candaeln, many of the knights, even those who had not attended the party or anything else, were quite preoccupied. However, there were several individuals who had been left with nothing to do.

As such, when Indrau entered the kitchen(an expansive room with a wide variety of implements intended for cooking, and quite an expansive area for the storing of various foods in order to keep them from spoiling), he was greeted with a rather unusual sight.

[url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1654323]There were three maids.[/url]

The shortest one, with her pink hair and pigtails, was seated at a table, kicking her feet as she watched the other two, smiling. One maid, the taller one with blue hair, was rapidly chopping vegetables with an exceptionally sharp-looking knife. Finally, the brunette was quietly preparing a pot to use for cooking.

"Remember!" declared the pink-haired maid. None of them had noticed the newcomer. "It's only worth it if there's meat! Lots and lots of meat!"

"Er, m-maybe you could help, then, Alaree," replied the brunette, looking back over her shoulder at the pink-haired maid, "I-I'm sure i-it would go faster, too..."

She trailed off into silence.

"You both know I'm bad at cooking!" came Alaree's cheerful response, "So I'll supervise! Supervising is important too!"

The blue-haired maid sighed. "Your 'supervising' is just an excuse to-"

It was about then that she noticed that one of the knights had approached. Immediately, she stopped what she was doing and curtsied. the brunette swiftly realized as well, and, blushing in embarrassment at her inaction, curtsied herself.

Alaree noticed, but didn't make any move to get up and curtsy until the blue-haired girl gave her a rather intense glare.

"Hello, Sir Indrau," they said, nearly in unison.

They were Fanilly's maids, but all the knights were to be treated with respect, obviously.