King Brunhilde of Soluka had been sobbing loudly in her bedroom for five minutes before her maids hurried into the room.
There was no helping it. In the years gone by, their young queen had shown herself to be so extraordinary that the maids couldn't imagine Her Highness bawling like an ordinary person.
After all, when Her Majesty's psychic powers had first awakened in her childhood and could not fully counteract that collagen gene disorder, she had undergone many painful conventional treatments. Yet throughout the process, the four-year-old girl had clenched her teeth, her face gone deathly pale, and never uttered a sound.
A queen like her was more of a man than any man, tougher than any tough guy, and more heroic than any hero. How could she possibly be bawling in her room?
"So this is actually some kind of high-intensity training?" Maid A asked.
"It might even be an illusion meant to mislead our judgment," Maid B said.
"Her Highness usually wakes up in half an hour. If we wake her, she'll fly into a rage," Maid C said.
"Exactly. Last time, Her Highness fed the maid who woke her to the dragons. That happened before you came," the head maid said irritably.
Brunhilde was in perfect health and certainly didn't have low blood pressure, but she had all the other flaws of a low-blood-pressure demon.
So the maids serving King Brunhilde—all women with military ranks and noble titles—began to tremble.
While they hesitated, Brunhilde's sobs grew even louder, brimming with emotion and so heart-rending they made anyone who heard them feel sad.
"Why does it sound like a middle-aged woman abandoned by a two-timing man? Like my former instructor, Colonel Naxing, when her little idol boyfriend ran off with all her savings. She cried just like