Standing in front of the door is a large man in metal armor. A knight of the ganache faction.
He opens the lid of the vial, dips the needle into the liquid inside, and dips it into the unarmored part of the metal-armored knight's knee,
Pssst.
He stabbed the knight in the back of the knee.
'Ugh!
The knight kneels on the spot and picks his throat.
The knight's head armor is removed and thrown away, and after his mouth begins to chatter, he collapses with the whites of his eyes and draws his last breath.
Patrick rummaged through the body of the fallen Kingsguard, but found no keys.
'It can't be helped.
He muttered and drew the sword on his left hip noiselessly and slashed the underside of the door twice.
There was not even a sound of cutting, but Con and Patrick kicked his foot, and an isosceles triangle-shaped hole appeared in the lower half of the door with a quiet slam.
When they entered the room through the hole in the door, they found a slightly lightly dressed Queen Alicia the Third kneeling on the floor with her hands folded and her eyes closed,
'I will gladly give up my body if my death will reduce the chance of success of the rebellion. O God, use my soul to bring peace and tranquility to your mental kingdom.
He prayed aloud to God.
Hearing this, Patrick approached slowly, trying not to make a sound,