Although Drost had already known that "Aleister Crowley" was the eldest daughter of a count's family... or perhaps even the count's grandmother, for all he knew.
When he returned, however, he was still dazzled by Miss Crowley's noble beauty.
Her skin was fair, and she was even slightly taller than Drost. Her long, straight hair, carrying a damp sheen, was as black as night and as smooth as a waterfall.
She sat with her legs together in the spot where Iver Moriarty had just been, resting her chin in one hand with her eyes closed.
Miss Crowley was currently wearing the low-cut Black Red Dress that Stibium nobles wore only when attending a formal dinner. A Black Crystal Cross adorned with silver hung against her chest. Even though the black stockings on her legs were quite thick, her legs, clad in black knee-high boots, still appeared slender and powerful.
Drost vaguely noticed that two lines had been written vertically in silver Alchemy Font down the front of her stockings... but he could not understand their exact meaning and could only regard them as some sort of decoration.
That overwhelming noble air was enough to make one's heart tremble.
It was as if she were the Queen of Avalon, while he was merely a subject appearing before the Queen.
"...Miss Crowley."
Minister Drost respectfully dropped to one knee and performed a knight's salute, but because he had grown as round as a ball, the sight instead looked somewhat comical.
Even in these past few years, he had never shown Queen Sophia such respect.
"Oh, you're back?"
Miss Crowley opened her eyes slightly. A pleased and teasing smile rose at the corners of her mouth.
Her pupils were an unsettling scarlet, shimmering with dangerous red light.
In that instant, Drost understood... why