Some Anime and Manga's Divine Right

That was a man Nero had never seen before.

He had short silver hair and wore a sacred white robe. His face looked masculine, feminine, like that of an infant, and yet like that of an old man.

It was as though every possibility of humanity lay hidden beneath that face, making it impossible to determine his true appearance.

Nero had only one impression: he symbolized beauty and holiness. One could call him pretty, handsome, or beautiful.

In any case, any positive adjective could be used to describe him.

But no matter how dazzling his beauty was, to Nero, this was a dangerous man.

The Original Fire in her hand did not falter. Just as the blade was about to cleave through his neck, Nero's body suddenly trembled, and a violent headache burst from the deepest part of her mind.

She let out a scream. The strength vanished from her hand, and the Original Fire fell to the ground. His Majesty the Emperor also clutched her head and dropped to her knees, groaning in agony.

"What's going on... Why does My, My head hurt so much?"

The pain was something Nero had never experienced in her life, and it made her scream.

Incredibly, despite His Majesty the Emperor's deafening cries, they did not attract the attention of the guards or maids outside the bath. It was as if this place had been isolated into another world.

After wailing and rolling around on the ground for quite some time, Nero finally recovered a little. Her body was now powerless, and she could only lean against the edge of the bath.

Nero forced her eyes wide and stared at Roy before her without moving.

Aside from the fact that she had no strength left, it was also because making that move would