Castle of Nature, Emery Queendom.
At the entrance of the lofty fortress of nature, a certain figure was being blocked by a few fairy warriors, only for them to helplessly and temporarily turn into ashen stones.
From her throne, Queen Emery looked at this entity with her usual eyes, cold yet inexplicably tranquil; only she was at this grand hall that speaks long history at the moment.
"Where is he?" This figure, whose eyes were gray similar to smooth, untarnished stones, with gray hair that was longer than her own posture as it cascaded on the chilling floor like a wedding dress with sweep train, opened her mouth with authority.
"You never change, Hestonia. Still a rude brat who does not know her place." Remain seated, with her flawless legs crossed and cheek on her right fist as her elbow rested on the high-back chair's armrest, the Fairy Queen's words reverberated.
"And… who are you looking for, anyway?"
