At the same time.
Far away from Havenwright laid a country called Icor.
A country that shared its border with the Harley Kingdom. Regina was its capital.
At the center of the capital laid a palace that appeared deserted even though it was brightly lit during night time.
"Say, How many assassins have you sent this year?"
Sitting obliquely on the throne at the palace’s main hall was a woman with golden hair. She caressed her cheek with one hand while the other was softly beating the throne’s grip that was fully decorated with gems. She seemed to be around thirty years old and had a gorgeous dress with two pure black velvet gloves that were filled with diamond rings on her.
She had a noble and cold temperament on her and her gaze was similar to of an old man waiting to die: cold and empty.
So she had an eyepatch to cover one of her eyes. As it did not really complement well with her attire’s theme, it made her looked like a pirate with one eye instead.