Meanwhile, to the far west, there was a large island where the empire existed, calling this place the main continent.
A woman with long silver hair sat on an elegant seat while several maids, their faces covered, combed her hair and applied facial masks to her.
"Lady Carmila, your father has sent another letter... what should I do?" An elderly maid without a mask and dull green eyes asked in a low, raspy voice.
The former queen of Grigor closed her eyes.
Her appearance had transformed entirely. She now had a stunningly youthful face, deep blue eyes, and soft pink lips.
"Tell him that I am busy, Gretta."
Carmila gazed at her face in the mirror, her hand subconsciously reaching out while touching the small emblem of Grigor, a metal shield that she took with her when their marriage and alliance broke apart.
