She was half the size of her husband and sat on a slightly smaller throne next to the size. But even at that, she still towered over Amari by multiple metres. Thick and curly silver hair fell down to her shoulders, making the red skin even more evident.
Her long black dress went down to well past her legs. It was slightly puffy, giving her a regal appearance.
The Ifrit Lordess smiled amicably, but he didn't feel that way at all. In more ways than one, her presence was even more suffocating than her husband's.
He gulped and bowed as low as he could, of his own volition instead.
"No need for all that, Raion'shalang. At first, I was wondering who my daughter would be so interested in. Now that I see you up close, I understand the reason why. What is it that they're calling you now? Shadow Berserker, is it?"
Amari's heart skipped a beat. She'd heard of him from the incident with the bandits.
