— Elven capital Skaavindel
Inside, a bright room filled with countless vines and beautiful trees. A gold-haired woman sat on a throne made from many branches and flowers entwined. She wore a silver crown and a black dress with small flowers around her firm bosom. This woman, Velaria, the elven queen, was listening to the battle report from Veria forest with a bored face.
—|Lucifer, why did you fight so desperately? There was no need for you to be so determined. Not to win my heart!
Inside her mind, only one man's face appeared; arrogant, prideful, yet somewhere a little broken and lonely. She couldn't help but think of the man who saved her yet asked for nothing in return.
"The troops have stabilised thanks to the efforts of Commander Claire and Captain Zen's hard work. We can also be happy that the disgusting monster plans to leave tonight."
The male knight's words irritated her.