"Oh... fetch the meat?" asked Alaree, one finger running up and down her cheek as she looked upwards and away, "Um... But I don't handle the cooking, so I don't know where-"

The blue-haired maid, looking rather irate, grabbed her by her shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her towards the doors at the far end of the kitchen. "Yes you do! Now go!"

"Uwah!"

Stumbling from being shoved so hard, Alaree took only a moment to give the taller girl a reproachful look before proceeding through the doors into the storage area. The girl sighed, arms folded, before turning to face the knight again, head bowed slightly.

"I apologize for Alaree, Sir Indrau," she said, clearly so thoroughly self-conditioned to refer to everyone here in such a manner that no amount of complaints would be able to dissuade her. "She clearly was feeling rather... [i]unprepared[/i]."

She cast a glare back towards the doors, where the pink-haired maid was gathering beef. Soon enough, however, her gaze returned to the knight.

"Is there anything you would like us to prepare? Mistress has asked for us to treat all knights as our Masters while we are here," she continued.

The brunette knight was now retrieving a pan for the meat, in order to sear it when Alaree returned.

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Seeing what was going on, Fanilly managed to push herself up a little... only for Nero to grab her face and shove her back, sending her onto her rear. For a few moments, she sat there, mildly stunned by being shoved like that and by the comment that had been directed at her. But now wasn't the time to dwell on such things, and after a few moments of awkward shuddering the smallish blonde girl forced herself to her feet. It seemed like, thankfully, the matter of the armor had been handled quickly. It had ejected itself from Marianne's body and then been promptly subdued, and... forced into a human-like form?

No, no... in fitting with the armor's apparent nature, that was absolutely a demonic form. She may have looked like a harmless little girl, but there was no question of what Fanilly was looking at. Though she had never seen a demon before, such specific features, the horns, the batlike wings, the spade-tipped tail... doubting the childish girl's nature would have been quite foolish.

For a few moments, Fanilly was unsure of how to react.

"... We... we need to gather the incapacitated and the surrendering and return with them as prisoners," she said, finally. "Sir is wounded above and will need to be transported back as well. And, er... other Sult... will need clothes..."

An inspection of the necromancer would reveal that something critical inside had broken, and he was indeed dead. Though perhaps his corpse would reveal something if inspected.

"As for... the... the demon," Fanilly continued, we'll... have to take her along as well," she added. There wasn't any way she could simply... leave something like that here, but the knight-captain had no idea what to do with her. "And... ah, the Nem..."

The twin Nem sisters were beside most of the knights. Tilli was hugging Kyphi tightly, the mute assassin trying not to hide that she was crying. She'd been terrified for her sister's safety, and the moment she had failed earlier had sent her into a spiral of despair until she learned that the knights were willing to help. Fanilly knew that the attempted murder of the Princess still needed to be punished, but... that could be left up to someone else. And it wasn't a topic she would broach now of all times.

"They'll need to come with us too, unarmed," Fanilly concluded. After a few moments of hesitation, Tilli dropped her weapons. As she did, so did Kyphi.

"... Whatever my sister did," Kyphi began, "It's my fault for being captured. I can tell you that she never would have done it, ever, if I hadn't been captured... so if you punish her, punish me as well."

Eyes wide, Tilli grabbed Kypi's shoulder and shook her head. It was clear she didn't like this idea.