This feeling was all too familiar to her.
Suddenly, she scrambled out from under the bed.
And right before her eyes were the familiar furnishings made of ice and snow, as well as various kinds of furniture.
The most crucial thing was...
Her own queen was sitting in front of the dressing table, grooming herself with spirited energy, her cheeks flushed, and she was muttering something incessantly.
Her jade hands were propped against the tabletop, seemingly a bit weak.
Her silk-like black hair fell like a waterfall, further revealing the queen's beauty.
As for the Demon Lord, he stood by her side with his eyes firmly closed, as if he was pondering something.
A mark of a black sun and a purple moon was at the center of his forehead, showing faintly, emitting a soft glow that accentuated the Demon Lord's handsomeness even more.
