"Is that what you meant by misery?" Isla asked the two women who sat in front of her. Her eyes narrowed just a fraction, but her expression changed dramatically just because of that.
Seeing that, both Amala and Kisara felt chills down their spine. Amala answered, "Yes. Despite being impossibly strong, actually, His Majesty had no innate talent at all."
Isla had never seen him fight before. But it was true that he was incredibly strong, like no human had ever been.
"You see, I heard his master was a dark mage," Amala continued, and Isla turned to her in surprise.
"Urk!"
Amala and Kisara turned back to Isla, who was suddenly grimacing as she pressed her temple.
"Your Majesty, are you okay?" Kisara stood up, worried, but Isla raised her other hand to calm her down.
Isla tried to smile as she rubbed the scar on her forehead. When Amala mentioned a dark mage, she remembered the trauma from her childhood, and the scar immediately stung just to remind her.
