The woman looked down at Liens, who lay in an awkward pose, kissing the ground.
She crouched down, utterly unconcerned that the exaggerated curves of her chest were exposed to Liens's gaze.
With the flippant air of a fairy, she ignored the fire practically blazing in Liens's eyes, stroked his cheek, and teased:
"Why bother, my divine descendant? If I wanted to kill you... hehehe~"
With that, the woman stood and raised a pale hand. Countless black motes of light separated from Liens's body and dissipated throughout the hall.
I can move?!
Liens dared not let his guard down. The moment he realized he had regained control of his body, he sprang up like a startled big cat and retreated a full ten paces.
But the next instant, the backlash from the forced interruption of his surging magical energy struck. All color drained from Liens's face, leaving him deathly pale, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Still, a divine descendant was a divine descendant. Within two or three breaths, Liens suppressed the surges of magical backlash.
At least, that was how it appeared.
"Woman, what exactly do you want?"
Liens demanded an answer from her.
The tip of the crack-covered Marmiadoysse pointed forward once more, as though the splendor it had once displayed in Hercules's hands had remained unchanged to this day.
The woman, meanwhile, calmly summoned a pristine white throne and sat down, gesturing for Liens to return to his own throne.
The relief atop that throne was none other than...
The Crown of Stars?! This woman is... a Pendragon... royalty!
Shocked, Liens forcibly suppressed the urge to tremble and returned to his throne with a show of composure.
In the few seconds it took him to sit down again, he began trying to work out