The Queen's Three Strike
A loud, thunderous laugh shattered the tension that had begun to gather in the throne room.
"Hahaha!"
Queen Amara wiped lightly at the corner of her eye as if she had genuinely been amused.
"Young knight… you truly are straightforward."
Her crimson eyes shimmered with curiosity and appreciation.
"This is the first time this Queen has dealt with someone as direct as you."
Her voice remained soft—almost melodic—yet every word carried the weight of a monarch who had ruled Skyfall Kingdom for nearly three decades.
"There is no need to worry, young knight. This is not a curse. It has something to do with the royal bloodline."
She slowly lifted the massive sword resting beside her.
"You see, young knight… all the rulers in my family possess god-like physical strength. In exchange for that strength, the mana we possess is lower than even that of ordinary children."
The sword rose effortlessly in her right hand.
