Cael watched as a boy gripped the Monarch's gray hair, saying something in a language he didn't understand.
Even though the boy punched her in the stomach, she simply stared at him with cold eyes.
A thin line of blood fell from her lips.
Soon, those bullies left her and walked away.
Cael was surprised that the Monarch, who had single-handedly slaughtered armies, had such a past.
Or maybe only this kind of environment turned her into the Monarch.
"Hehe..."
A soft giggle disturbed Cael from his thoughts.
Cael's eyes widened as he watched the Monarch struggle to stand up while laughing like a mad girl.
Soon, she stood up and staggered as she tried to walk, but within seconds, the Monarch walked straight as if she had never been injured.
If not for the blood on her face, Cael might have mistaken her for never being injured.
The Monarch dusted her clothes and muttered to herself,
"I wonder what the punishment for..."
She trailed off without finishing.
