Prince 1

"Take her back," the Duke instructed the two other attendants. "Lady Rosalind and I will continue the hunt."

The Duke was using a handkerchief to wipe the black blood off of his sword.

"The Princess needed a healer, her blood had turned black," Rosalind added. "I have performed some basic treatments on her wound but it is not sufficient. You must hurry."

The two attendants who didn't actually see the fight earlier nodded their heads as one of them lifted the Princess.

"Take half of the snake and put it in your spatial bag," the Duke instructed.

"I don't think I can put anything that was alive in my bag," she said confused. If she put a dead body inside, it would rot. Her spatial bag could not store anything that was once alive; even if it was still alive or dead.

For a moment, the Duke stared at her spatial bag then nodded and used his own to store the meat that he had cut in half.

"We should get going, the show hasn't even started yet," the Duke said.

"The show?"