The Demon Queen paused.
At that moment, the two shadowy figures that had been acting out her tale within the chandelier's crimson light began to speak.
The hunched figure, her hair hanging in disarray, looked at the tall figure in the distant sky and asked in a shaking voice.
"What's the meaning of this?"
An indifferent reply came from the other figure, who was already so high above.
"Don't be so naïve."
He sneered with disdain.
"It's exactly what it looks like."
The child in his hands, who had started crying, was casually handed to another angel behind him as he straightened his sleeves and turned to enter the portal that had opened with a wave of his hand, leaving behind words that chilled her.
"Spirit Queen, if you know what's best for yourself and your race, don't do anything impulsive... and forget about the child."
