The Hero and the Demon Queen reappeared in the vast throne room — the very same chamber where she had first unleashed the forbidden spell.
It was quiet. Empty.
But something was wrong.
Their positions… were reversed.
Instead of her regal figure lounging upon the obsidian throne, it was him who now sat there.
And in his lap, nestled precariously, was none other than the Demon Queen herself.
When they had stepped through the golden door, both had been seized by a sudden falling sensation. Reflexively, she had clung tightly to him, arms wrapped around his neck. The world spun and when they landed, it had been like this.
The Hero blinked. Slowly, he realized.
'…Uno Reverse card.' he thought, he was now determined, to take full responsibility.
Nephelia, the Demon Queen, flushed scarlet. She shifted as though to rise but froze at the sound of footsteps.
Steady, echoing, approaching the throne room.
Clang… Clang… Clang…
Her crimson-gold eyes widened.
