"It's been a long time... My love..." commented the king of Greyart.
He was a young man who seemed to be in his early twenties, very similar to Evlin herself. He was wearing a long grey robe and had a crown in his head that looked so big that it could fall off at any moment. A long red cape covered his back and in his right hand there was a magician's staff the same one he used in his fight with Evlin many years ago, the first fight she ever had and the first fight she ever won.
"Oh... Please tell me this isn't happening..." Evlin muttered.
"Evlin? What's wrong??" Marcus asked as he saw the concern in her face.
"This guy was the pervert that brought me to this world to force me to marry him!!" she whispered.
"What!!??" Marcus yelled, which caught the attention of all of those present.
The Greyart king just raised an eyebrow while looking like he was waiting to see if Marcus had anything to say.
"Is there a problem...?"
