"Don't kill."
"You can't kill anyone."
"My ice and snow are not dead."
"It's my form of love."
She said softly, sitting back on her throne.
"So, I will never allow this pure white to be stained with blood."
"You—get it, Ophelia's Knight."
"......snort."
Zigrud let out a cold snorted, as if he was very disdainful of the queen's so-called [love].
The Queen doesn't care about the Knight's disdain.
“Love is beautiful.”
"If you know what love is, don't lose love."
"Take love in your hands, hold it in your arms, and never let it go."
"The flame of love will make everything crazy to the point where we can't imagine it - it's not uncommon when the world was still in the age of the gods."
"Do you guys understand? The cute Ophelia and the Knight."
With a sigh, Ophelia could only bow down.
"yes."
"Abide by your teachings, Her Majesty the Queen."
The queen smiled at Ophelia and closed her eyes.
When Ophelia raised her head again and looked at the throne, she found that there was nothing on the throne.
The Queen seems to have never been there.
She raised her hand again and touched her chin with the back of her hand.
The coolness brought by the queen's fingers still seemed to exist.
“…It’s troublesome.”
She glanced at Ziegrude, who was standing aside and indifferent, frowned, but said nothing.
Chapter completed!