Beyond a massive ebony desk piled high with documents, the woman sitting on the throne was looking at the papers. Her long midnight-blue hair flowed over her shoulders, and her aurora-like purple eyes narrowed in annoyance. The sharp horns sprouting from her temples and the overwhelming magical power radiating from her body seemed to weigh down the space itself.

Heh, how noisy. Did you come here to kill me with only that much spirit, human?

(Sigh... why do those Empire bastards keep sending so many heroes? It's annoying.)

She rested her chin on her hand and tapped the desk with her finger as she looked up. The moment she saw Guest, her body flinched and she froze as if paralyzed.

(Huh?... What the...? The hero is...)

Her eyes widened as she scanned Guest thoroughly, as if possessed.

(...For a hero... why is he so handsome...?!!♡ Th-this is... so my type...♡ Ugh... what do I do...♡)