Three corpses turned their heads in unison, staring at Lancelot with puzzled and bewildered eyes. After a while, it seemed they finally reacted and realized their current situation.
"Uh, I apologize. We must have been imprisoned for so long that we've even forgotten basic etiquette..." The dried-up old man straightened his back, suddenly appearing quite tall. "Great Lord of the Dead and honored Divine Envoys, I am Tedder Derrick, the tenth King of the Derrick Kingdom. Here is my Queen, Yushiel, and our youngest daughter, Fran."
"Thank you for your mercy, my lord." The Queen also curtsied politely. It was apparent that there was scarcely any moisture left in her body. "We await your command."
"You look like a nobleman, Mr. Lancelot." The Princess finally spoke, staring straight at the Human Knight with unblinking eyes. "Perhaps I should address you as Sir?"
"Titles don't matter." Lancelot shrugged. "I have some questions I'd like to ask you…"