Francis had just organized every single one of his servants with the help of the lady.
After creating a structure and a sort of chain of command, he was ready to start issuing out orders.
He sent everyone with powers to fight, and those without would work in administration.
"Lady," said Francis.
"Yes, my lord," said the lady.
He was now being referred to as a lord. His full title being the lord and emissary of Death.
It was a bit too edgy for his taste, but his group literally followed Death. There was no other title he could come up with that could fit the bill.
"Give me someone worthy to fight," said Francis.
"Yes, my lord," said the Lady.
After a few minutes, she found someone that might fit the case.
"The most worthy individual right now would be Sir Lancelot, my lord," said the Lady.
Francis read the description of the man in the book.