Black Marsh Kingdom, Thousand Faces City.
Big red curtains freely cascaded from a height of dozens of meters, like a river of blood waterfall spilled onto the ground.
Crimson cashmere carpets covered the floor.
Melulan, seated sideways on the throne, pinched a tiny sword in her hand.
This was something Lind gave her, a sword made from a Magic Ring Shard.
It was an exquisite sword that seemed to have been shrunk down by a dozen times, only the size of a finger, and it glimmered faintly when squeezed slightly.
Beneath the long robe, her fair and delicate calves were raised, their streamlined ankles tantalizing to the eye, unshod, with her smooth and pale feet dangling in the air.
Melulan gently touched the blade with her index finger.
"Hiss~" She took a sharp breath.
Her index finger was cut, a bead of fresh blood sliding out from the wound, yet the cut healed in the blink of an eye, leaving just a new cut on her fingertip.
