The famous art master Leonardo da Vinci once said a sentence.
【The eyes are the window of the human mind】
And in the years before Leonardo da Vinci, others said this, he was a native of the Central Plains, named [Mencius].
The eyes are the window in which humans can express their inner self best.
but--
"You are such a woman who can make me laugh, Ophelia."
Faced with Ophelia's tough request, Zigrud let out a disdainful laugh.
"If you want to talk about extraordinary eyes, you and I are also each other?"
"It's better to say that your eyes are actually a little more excessive than mine."
Ophelia stared at Zigrud seriously for a few seconds.
Finally, she sighed hard.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
She subconsciously raised her hand and touched the leather eye mask covering her right half of her face.
"You don't need to ask about my affairs."
"Now that the Plane Moon has been obtained, it's no longer your business."
"Imaginary submarines are indeed rare items that trigger impossible things, but if they lose the pair of [eyes] of Plane Moon, they will not be able to do anything."
"Broken feet and cut hands are describing them."
"The journey of Chaldes ends here."
"The guy who was in the way of Lord Kilshtalya has actually died, then, next..."
In the second half, Ophelia seemed to be just talking to herself.
But her movements raised her head—
He raised his head and looked at the throne in the palace.
A shadow appeared on the throne that was still empty just now.
"What a nice expression, Ophelia."
It was the female voice who had talked to Luslan before and sounded very gentle.
"Is this love?"
"Or it's a love or something?"
"Even after thousands of years, I still can't understand this kind of feeling..."
She sighed.
"Human."
"Whether you or him, you never talk about this word, but what you express is obviously what you say."
"It's really concerning, such a relationship."
"Is it sweet or bitter?"
"Is it as cold as my country, or is it as fierce as flames?"
“…Her Majesty the Queen.”
Ophelia called softly.
When she faced this "Her Majesty", although she did not have to be restrained in her attitude, she at least restrained her a little casualness.
"But I started to be complacent when I got the toys. Haha, a guy like you also has a cute side."
The Queen let out a pleasant chuckle.
"Okay, let's not talk about this."
"That thing."
"It should be called - [Imagination Tree], how is that thing?"
The queen looked at the serious Ophelia and ended her imagination.
"The growth is going well, and it is still growing in places that are difficult for outsiders to reach."
Relieved, Ophelia reported to the Queen.
"There is no organized resistance in the Nordic Belt, so... there will be no problem."
"After all, this is a gentle country, isn't it?"
The Queen did not respond to Ophelia's question.
"The lone wolf's roar is not harsh, but rather a material to relieve boredom."
"But if you gather, it's another matter."
"Ahhh...Ophilia, can you understand?"
"......Yes."
Closed his eyes and Ophelia bowed slightly.
“My world.”
“My Nordic.”
“It has been a peaceful world for a long time.”
"There is no one who fights each other, and no one exists."
Her voice was filled with toughness.
"Some are just the occasional predation of wild animals, that's all."
"No fighting, no hatred, no conflict, no blood..."
"My country is such a country."
"It's just that there's a lone wolf roaring occasionally, right?"
The Queen looked at Ophelia again.
"Yes, Her Majesty the Queen."
Ophelia smiled.
"Your Nordic is such a country."
"The Nordic Europe you rule is a concrete manifestation of permanence and stability."
"Cute guy, Ophelia, you seem to be saying that there are other forms of expression."
The queen smiled.
Facing such a queen, Ophelia sighed faintly.
"You are joking, your majesty."
"The stability of the strange belt is the most important thing."
"Because, only in this way can our [tree] continue to grow vigorously."
"All you need to do is to dominate your Nordic Europe forever."
"uh-huh."
This is obviously not what the Queen cares more about now.
"You are such a woman without desires, Ophelia."
“Lovely Ophelia Famsolone.”
"Ah... Should I praise you for your diligence in my Nordic work now?"
"No, I won't do that."
To be continued...