In the Dim Prison Cell, Sinora stood in the depths, her pupils reflecting the faint light from the dome above, as well as the sight of the black-haired, green-eyed girl bathing in radiance.
"..."
Sinora's gaze was no longer guarded or contemplative as before. Before she closed her eyes, only relief and gentleness remained.
She slightly parted her feet, lightly folded both hands before her abdomen, maintained a dignified bearing, slightly bent her knees, humbly lowered her eyelashes, and wore a calm, friendly expression—neither overly enthusiastic nor cold.
Throughout the entire bow, the lady's movements were fluid and controlled, displaying her upbringing and confidence in every way.
Then, she gracefully returned to her original posture.
"I will follow you, New King."
Sinora murmured softly, as if speaking to herself, and also making a promise to Antanas and the Poet of Great Love.
"Then I'll take you out of Helrom Prison. You may need to fight for me. The most important task in the near future is to join forces with Antanas to deal with an eighth-tier enemy. Is that all right?"
The Poet of Great Love nodded and asked.
"Of course. I have pledged allegiance to you. There is no need for a transaction; I will naturally offer you my strength."
Sinora replied.
She had not fought seriously in a long time. If she could render meritorious service to the New King, she would naturally give it her all.
"Please complete the contract with me."
Sinora placed both hands before her and turned her gaze aside, quietly waiting. She had already accepted this contract.
What she was referring to, of course, was another, more substantial contract.
The Protos Empire had kept the Great Demon Race members imprisoned here instead of executing them precisely because it wanted to use the ancient