Inside the palace, Theresa was dressing up.
The splendidness of the first Queen of Crimson when she ascended to the throne thousands of years ago had long been buried in the dust of history. Nobody knew what kind of clothes were worthy of the majesty of the ruler of the devil world. The girls could only dress Theresa in the most glamorous way according to the kings, chiefs, archmages, chiefs of the elves…
Princess Summer offered the feathers of the eagles when she was a princess of the Eagle Kingdom. Herra, the dragon girl, offered her dragon scale armor. Natasha, captain of the maid legion, offered the cloak made of the skin of the Windstorm Ice Bears in the frozen Northland. Vera, the elf, carefully tied magical gems embedded with gold threads on Theresa's ears. The cat girl helped Theresa carve the perfect makeup on her face…
"How beautiful it is!"
"What a perfect appearance!"
"Teresa, do you know how jealous we are of your beautiful face?"
