Nighttime, the hidden headquarters of the Treaty of Legends.
At the edge of a cliff, a tall woman in a black gothic dress stood as strong, humid winds of the ocean brushed past her curvaceous figure, fluttering her long black hair in the air.
She looked at the half-moon in the starry sky in a daze as if in deep thought. She was the leader of the Treaty of Legends, Queen!
At this moment, the Queen suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, and her eyes behind her mask suddenly narrowed dangerously.
She coldly uttered, "What it is, Diminutive?"
Almost instantly, a midget suddenly appeared beside her and cackled in his impish voice, "I thought I would find you here. What, admiring the waning moon again, or is there something bothering you again, my fair lady?"
The Queen's eyes turned icy, "Even if we are alone, you don't have the right to speak to me in this tone. If you are here to waste my time, then scram!"
