In the face of Ophelia's order, the demon girl began to laugh as if it were a joke. She let out a nervous and forced laugh, erroneously assuming that her sovereign was playing with her to relieve the enormous tension in the atmosphere.
No one in their right mind would ask a border sentinel to strip naked at her own lookout post unless it was a punishment or a bad joke.
But Ophelia shot her a sharp look that made her entire body vibrate.
The dense mana shone slightly in the queen's pupils, crushing in a single stroke any attempt at camaraderie or familiarity on the part of her subordinate.
The immense hierarchical pressure of the demonic race fell like a rock on the green-haired young woman's shoulders.
"Lady Ophelia." She said with a trembling voice. "Is this not a joke?"
Her horns trembled slightly as she took a clumsy step backward, pressing her back against the cold white stone of the balcony.
Ophelia crossed her arms in front of her.
