The person who arrived at the same floor as them was none other than the Queen of Echoria herself.
She wore an eye-dazzling, graceful white dress made from silk-like threads that covered her shoulder to ankle, leaving her sparkling, shin-height silver hair in full view.
Her icy silver eyes half-drooped, as though everything was uninteresting and not worth her time.
A tiny golden crown sat on the top of her head, glistening like the priceless treasure it was.
Her presence overwhelmed the room. Some people just didn't know how to react, averting their gazes while sneaking glances at her direction.
Quite frankly, the dress itself was not that special.
It was Her Majesty's natural beauty that seemed to enamor the eyes.
No one dared to approach.
A moment later, she entered a rose-like booth that separated her from the masses, reserved only for crystal ribbons. A maid entered with her, and a curtain closed behind them.
