Anyone could tell that Nokturna held Riezel in very high regard.
Or rather, she was deeply interested in him.
"To be chosen by that Witch of the Cold and become her husband, and to make that country village girl with such a troublesome personality worry so much about you... it truly makes one wonder what kind of magic you possess."
Ignoring Artoria's furious glare, Nokturna spoke to Riezel on her own.
"I do not like humans, but I do like powerful warriors."
"Especially a warrior whom even Morgan could not resist personally fighting over. Since I intend to compete with that witch for the throne, it is about time I acquired one or two trump cards that would surprise her."
"Let me hear it. What do you think?"
Although Nokturna's question displeased Artoria and left Da Vinci and the others exchanging glances, everyone still turned their attention to Riezel.
In response, Riezel never changed his stance from beginning to end.
"From the very beginning, I have maintained one view."
Riezel calmly threw out those words.
"Britain has no future, and the fairies are beyond saving."
"So, in my view, your struggle for Britain's throne has no meaning at all."
"When Britain is destroyed, any throne will be nothing but an illusion."
Those words silenced Artoria and the others, who already knew Riezel's thoughts.
Even the interested expression on Nokturna's face vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
"You really think so poorly of Britain's future?"
Nokturna spoke with a frown.
"Should I think well of it?" Riezel met Nokturna's gaze. "As Queen Mab's successor, I assume you already know the truth behind Britain's existence, don't you?"
Nokturna immediately fell silent.
In Queen's Calendar 400, Queen Mab had once again considered marching south because of the Human Ranches, only to learn the