Inside the lounge, Colin was silently observing the High Priestess of the Goddess of Fate in front of him, a spark in his eyes.
She was a strikingly beautiful half-elf, with emerald green hair, amber eyes, and delicate and attractive features, she looked as if an ancient statue in the palace had come to life.
Her demeanor was cool and elegant, but also had an air of natural and unforced charm.
However, at this moment, Colin wasn't in the mood to appreciate beauty. He scrutinized Trissley without any attempt to hide it. He ignored her previous words of congratulations, and asked bluntly:
"How could you know that Her Majesty the Queen would have difficulty in childbirth?"
Faced with Colin's question, Trissley smiled gently and said, "Because, the queen's difficulty in childbirth, in fact, has something to do with me."
Colin's eyes narrowed, he didn't expect the High Priestess to be so candid.
"Oh? How is it related?"
