Before Sifa could launch the fireball, the one above his head rapidly lost its color, like a flower that had withered before it could bloom.
At some point, the surrounding space had turned gloomy and sinister, as though he had suddenly entered the underworld.
Sifa smiled, simply withdrew his flames, and turned his face slightly to look behind him.
Behind him.
A figure silently appeared, taking shape in the air.
Her long, silvery-white hair fluttered in the wind like a mass of burning pale flames.
Her lightly tanned skin lent her a distinctive allure against her silver hair.
Her sharply defined features differed from the softer features common on the Southern Continent.
The woman, who had a black mole on her left earlobe, wore a pitch-black sacred robe embroidered with numerous golden symbols.
A pair of beautiful bare feet hung beneath her fluttering robe, the shell-like nails on her rounded toes painted a brilliant gold.
The Pale Empress, Sia Palenque Eggers!
Her arrival.
Did not surprise Sifa in the slightest.
Admiring the empress's graceful figure in midair.
Sifa smiled and said, "We meet again."
"Well? My previous offer still stands. Would you like to consider it?"
The empress knew he meant his proposal to make her his "empress."
She showed neither anger nor embarrassment.
She was no longer the little girl she had once been.
It had long since become difficult to stir her emotions.
And with the influence of divinity.
Her heart had long grown indifferent and cold.
Precisely for that reason, she was curious about the condition of the young Conqueror before her.
Judging by their previous encounter.
His mental state was decidedly abnormal.
Within her body, there was another personality, crazed and violent.
Normally speaking.
Someone with a split personality would be mentally unstable, walking along the