Lancelot could be seen receiving a call through the Great Dame's official line.
"If it isn't Empress Ivana…" he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Wait—is this Lancelot? Weren't you almost killed and banished?" Ivana's voice came through the line, laced with genuine confusion.
"Haha. Don't worry, Queen. I've got everything under control. Just took back what was rightfully mine, nothing much," Lancelot laughed it off, his voice casual yet filled with unspoken authority.
But the laughter faded as he shifted tone.
"Any news?" he asked solemnly, his voice low and firm.
For Ivana to call directly—and so suddenly—it could only mean one thing. Something big had happened.
"An S-Ranked Dungeon has appeared," Ivana said, her tone growing heavy. "It showed up at the outlands of my territory. I'm spreading word to all Empires—I'll need your help. All of it." She paused.
