Zong Ze's utter fearlessness irritated Svetlana West.
She gritted her teeth slightly.
She even made as if to cast a spell to attack him.
Yet when Zong Ze saw this, he merely burst out laughing.
He had long since seen that Svetlana West was actually just a slightly neurotic, lovesick obsessive.
Only children enjoyed this sort of love-hate drama.
Only after he had finished laughing did Zong Ze shake his head.
"You're personally pushing yourself into the abyss."
"Perhaps we'll meet again soon."
"When that time comes, I hope you'll still be the noble queen."
At his rate of development, it would not even take a few months before he could truly swagger through the imperial city.
But judging by Svetlana West's increasingly deranged death-seeking behavior, there was no telling when Gerry Foss, that cuckolded turtle of a king, would punish her.
This woman appeared normal, but deep within her heart, madness had long filled the very foundation of her being.
Otherwise, she would never have had Zong Ze try to lure over the Great Demon of Magic Abyss.
With that said, he turned into an Arcane Spirit with a cold smile and shot out through the Mage Tower's window.
After smoothly blending into the night, the purple glow around his body gradually faded and merged into the surrounding space.
Svetlana West did not stop him. She merely stared blankly at the glowing arcane stone.
Only after a long while did she leave the Mage Tower with her personal guards, looking somewhat forlorn.
Having often fallen into inner conflict, she had been unable to control her emotions for many years.
During the occasional moments of clarity, she had also firmly considered this.
Perhaps the real Svetlana West had already died in the summer when she received the royal marriage contract