In the end, you were the one who lost…"
In a void of space dotted with golden particles, a single throne stood at the center.
Right now, it was empty, with a figure having slid off to its foot, while another stood before the one on the ground.
Surprisingly, the two figures looked identical in both shape and appearance.
Both resembled a single person: Morgaine, but even at that, it wasn't difficult to tell who was who.
The Morgaine who had slipped from the throne had both hands, now golden claws, clutching at her head.
Her body spasmed from shock, her teeth tightly gritted.
'You're nothing!'
The words echoed endlessly in her mind, making her clench her jaw harder.
He was someone she had always looked down on.
From the very first moment she had learned his name, she had despised him.
For one with a bloodline as pure as Morgaine's, a man like that could never have deserved her.
He had thought him a leech, someone using Morgaine's status as a leech to better himself.
