The Radiant Queen, having successfully ascended, opened her eyes and looked at Byron, with a gaze full of endless tenderness, mixed with unabashed, distinct emotions.
She could hardly imagine what the millennium-long plot of the School would have turned into without Byron's arrival, and how bleak the fate of herself and humanity would have been.
For over three hundred years, she had been the one supporting this Empire and the teetering human race of the Corridor of Truth, yet there was not a single person she could rely on.
This time, she finally experienced the feeling of someone providing shelter from the storms.
For a moment, she found herself somewhat enchanted.
Amidst the strong surge of emotions, a divine light flashed in the eyes of the World's Foremost Beauty, as she silently mused:
'The last male heir of the Ptolemaic Dynasty is already dead. According to the rules of the Silver Continent, it's time for a change of dynasty.
