Lancelot stood aside for a while and, seeing that the other party seemed to be immersed in research, completely ignoring him, he had to cough lightly a few times to signal his presence.
"Ah, sorry, Sir, for keeping you waiting," the robed figure came back to his senses, realizing his own lapse, and explained briefly, "The power of the Divine Artifact seems much weaker, but it can still barely perform its original functions..."
"Great Grandmaster, may I address you as such?" Lancelot spoke up, "It seems you're somewhat dissatisfied with the condition of the Divine Artifact. Perhaps the circumstances under which we found it could shed some light on your doubts?"
"Ah, of course," the robed figure led Lancelot to a bench nearby to sit down, "The loss of the Divine Artifact dealt a severe blow to the entire order. Tell me how you came upon it."
