"...Where have you hidden our relics..."
With a voice that seemed to crackle with blazing flames and electromagnetic effects, Sandora spoke from a lofty position to the middle-aged man, who stood dumbfounded below her. Her words carried an endless dignity and an almost cruel disregard for all life. At that moment, Queen Xyrin, the one who had destroyed countless worlds and burned countless lives with war, had finally descended once again.
If only this girl hadn't been making "V" signs behind my back secretly...
Sandora was indeed a dignified queen, but her almost split personality gave me a huge headache.
"You're not human!!"
The middle-aged man was worthy of being one of the leaders of the Olympus Organization. Even under the spiritual suppression and the threat of Abyssal Flames from Sandora, he managed to quickly regain his composure before suddenly realizing something, "What you just said... your relics!?"
"Useless prattle."
