Marimo was baking some potatoes on fire, with the female Sherwood archers in their green tunics and skirts watching her with cute faces.
None of them had learnt skills or other things, as Guinevere didn't make any buildings yet—rather, it was too hard for her to suddenly expand after fighting Lancelot and using most of her big abilities.
"Hmmm..." Lancelot was standing on the top of her Throne. The huge cave was embedded in a mountain, and the natural castle was just a front for visitors to admire.
"Guinevere, should I help you expand your territory?"
He looked amazing as the wind blew his silver hair while the black and red visor covered his face.
She couldn't help but feel he'd changed, becoming even more charming and devilish as his faint smile looked onto the expanding horizons of the demon continent.